"It's much quieter now." Dracula sat back on his seat and leaned back comfortably.
He picked up the blood pudding again, and while tasting the dessert, he watched with interest the uncomfortable expressions of the two little wizards, Harry and Ron.
After a long time, the red roaring letter finally stopped roaring, fell from the air to the ground, then burned, curled up and turned into ashes.
The cover made of milk also fell down, showering both Ron and Harry.
However, the two of them seemed not to feel anything. They just stood there blankly, as if they had just been run over by a large group of rhino-horned beasts, and their entire faces turned purple.
"Are you guys okay?"
Hermione had already used a cleaning spell to clean up the area and was looking at Ron and Harry worriedly.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, what did you say?" Ron asked hoarsely, "I feel like my head is buzzing and I can't hear anything..."
"What are you two talking about?" Harry's voice was also hoarse. He looked at Ron and Hermione's mouths opening and closing, but couldn't hear any sound coming out. "I feel like I may be deaf. What now?" Can't even hear it!"
Because they couldn't hear the sound, the two people spoke loudly unconsciously, breaking the rare quiet atmosphere in the auditorium.
Draco Malfoy, who was sitting on the long Slytherin table, looked at the two people's purple faces and couldn't help laughing.
Under the guidance of someone, Crabbe and Goyle also laughed. Then, the laughter spread from the Slytherin table to Ravenclaw, and finally even Gryffindor laughed loudly. got up.
As for Harry and Ron, they were not ashamed of the laughter because they didn't hear it.
The two people were still staring at each other blankly, their minds buzzing.
It wasn't until Professor McGonagall stepped down from the professor's chair, handed out the course schedule along the Gryffindor table, and cast a spell on them that the two of them woke up.
"Professor, can I ask who did that soundproof milk cover just now?" After Ron regained his consciousness, he was immediately ready to find someone to take revenge. "I wonder who is so unscrupulous and yelled at us and my mother. Keep the letters together!"
Harry nodded in agreement, "There is such a loud echo inside this cover. Mrs. Weasley's roar echoed in the cover countless times... I even feel like it is still spinning around in my head. …”
Professor McGonagall handed them both a course schedule, and then she looked at Harry and Ron with a slightly weird expression that was different from her usual seriousness.
"What will happen to you if I tell you who cast the curse?" she asked, "Do you still want to take revenge?"
"It's necessary!" Ron said angrily, "How can you do it without revenge?"
Harry stood nearby, somewhat agreeing with Ron's words, but feeling that something was wrong, so he shut his mouth and prepared to wait and see.
Professor McGonagall seemed to be laughing a little, nodded to Ron, and pointed to the front of the auditorium.
Harry and Ron followed her fingers and saw a silver-haired professor eating pudding happily.
"The person who used the protective shield to cover you is right there!" Professor McGonagall said, "You can go find him for revenge, come Weiss."
"Ah...it turns out that the cover just now was cast by Professor Dracula..." Ron showed an extremely embarrassed smile, "It must be a misunderstanding! Yes, it must be a misunderstanding!"
"Professor Dracula must be worried about our safety, so he protected us with a cover!"
As if feeling their gazes, Professor Dracula raised his head and glanced at the two of them.
Dracula thought for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, moved his lips slightly, and a sentence was clearly transmitted to Ron's ears over a long distance.
"Come Wes, your homework load will be the same as Potter's in the first two weeks of school."
Hearing this, Ron was stunned for a moment, then frowned in confusion.
Professor McGonagall glanced at him, seeming to believe that with Dracula's deterrence, the two of them would not continue to cause trouble. So she turned around and went back to handing out course schedules to other little wizards.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry looked at Ron's confused expression and asked.
"Harry, Professor Dracula just told me that my workload in the first two weeks should be the same as yours." Ron scratched his head, "But aren't we in the same grade? Our workload should be the same. It’s the same thing!”
Then he lowered his voice and leaned into Harry's ear, "Do you think Professor Dracula is a little confused?"
"Why do you say that?" Harry glanced at Dracula carefully and found that he was eating pudding again and no longer paying attention to the Gryffindor table, so he asked in a lower voice.
"I heard from Fred and George that no matter what year the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is bound to have problems." Ron whispered, "Look, even if he talked to the car before, the car does look like Responded to him..."
"But something is not right about homework. Could it be that your homework is more than mine?"
At this point, Harry suddenly fell silent.
"Don't you think so, Harry?" Ron asked reluctantly when Harry didn't speak.
"Ron," Harry took a deep breath and patted Ron on the shoulder with a heavy expression, "I have bad news for you..."
"... My homework is really more than yours, twice as much."
After a happy week at Wes's house and the psychological stimulation of driving to school, Harry had almost forgotten about it.
It wasn't until Ron mentioned the homework that Harry suddenly remembered - when Professor Dracula was in Knockturn Alley, his homework load in the first two weeks of the semester was twice that of other students!
Ron: "..."
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The first day of school is a Wednesday.
This school year, Dracula's first lesson was given to sixth grade students.
The sixth grade course is the Defense Against the Dark Arts (Ultimate Wizard Level Examination) advanced class. The advanced class is no longer held separately by two colleges, but four colleges are taught in one classroom.
Since there are only a small number of students who choose one subject, it does not seem crowded if students from four colleges stay in one classroom.
When Dracula came to the classroom, students wearing collars of four colors were already sitting neatly in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
He glanced at the desk subconsciously and found that he had forgotten to bring his teachers and textbooks again, and he didn't even have a roster of students for this class.
Only then did Dracula sadly remember that the dedicated Assistant Quirrell had been dead for half a year.
"You are sixth grade students, right?" He sighed and asked casually.
"Yes, Professor!" the red-haired wizard sitting in the first row said cooperatively.
"Okay, I understand." Dracula nodded to him, "Since all of you here are sixth-year wizards, you must have passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts ordinary wizard level exam, right?"
"Yes, Professor!" It was Percy again, his head held high in glory.
Percy Weiss earned twelve certificates in the Ordinary Wizarding Examinations, something that very few people could achieve.
But Dracula didn't care at all about Percy, the top student, nor the Ravenclaw students who were basically all top students. Instead, he looked at the few Griffins in the corner who were looking down sadly. Much and Hufflepuff.
"If my prediction is correct, you guys should have failed the ordinary wizard level exam, right?" Dracula smiled coldly, looking at the few sitting in the corner like quails, daring not to raise their heads. Gryffindors.
Percy glanced back at them, then raised his hand.
"Professor, you usually don't assign homework very much. Students like them who have no self-control can easily put their minds on other things, and then naturally fail the class." He analyzed reasonably.
Dracula's expression stiffened.
"So I suggest that Professor, you can assign more homework..." Percy wanted to continue telling his theory, but was interrupted by a Ravenclaw witch beside him.
"Professor, Percy didn't mean this. He just wanted to give himself more homework!" said Penelope Crevat of Ravenclaw.
Penello had to choose to save Percy.
Because his words obviously offended most of the students in the classroom, and even Professor Dracula, he was easily targeted by his classmates.
Being targeted by his classmates wasn't the scariest thing, after all, Percy wasn't very popular to begin with. She was afraid that the petty Professor Dracula would hold a grudge... If Professor Dracula took care of him, Percy might not have a good life in the future.
"Percy Weiss." Dracula looked deeply at the red-haired wizard sitting in the audience, and raised the corner of his mouth in a smileless arc, "Do you think... there is something wrong with my teaching methods? Problem?"
The temperature in the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom seemed to drop a few degrees, and Percy shivered all over.
"Uh... I'm actually lying, Professor." Percy lowered his head and said weakly.
"But I think what you said makes sense, Weiss." Dracula said coldly, "Since there are so many people who have failed the ordinary wizard level exam, it means there are big problems with my teaching methods. ”
The students in the classroom opened their eyes in horror, and then looked at Percy with angry eyes.
If it weren't for this nosy guy, how could Professor Dracula, who originally didn't like assigning homework, suddenly reflect on his teaching methods? !
"Don't worry about showing such a frightened expression." Dracula looked at them and suddenly chuckled, "Even if someone fails the exam, I still don't bother to assign so many useless paper homework. Your homework It’s what it should be.”
The students in the classroom opened their eyes wide in confusion and looked at Professor Dracula, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
However, the next moment, the surprise in their eyes turned into shock.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts is a subject that is suitable for practice. Doing paper homework will not have the best effect on improving your grades." Dracula said. At the same time, he took out his spooky wooden wand from his pocket and said, "Learning about Dark Arts." Of course there is no better way to improve magic defense than actual combat!”
With a wave of his magic wand, the desks and chairs in the classroom were pulled out from around and even underneath the students, and were neatly placed on both sides of the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom, leaving an open space in the middle of the classroom. .
All the students in the classroom were lifted up by an invisible force that was too powerful to resist, and stood in the empty space that had just been vacated.
"Next, take out your wands." A malicious smile appeared on Dracula's face. "You all come together and fight with me. Let me see what happens after five years of studying at Hogwarts." What progress has it brought to you!”
With that said, Dracula took the lead in casting a stun spell, which flew past Percy's ear and hit the window at the back of the classroom.
With a "crash", the window glass immediately shattered into pieces.
"Your reaction is too slow!" Dracula said coldly, "If this was a life-and-death duel, you people would have died a thousand times!"
Percy gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand, and quickly cast a disarming spell, shooting it into Dracula's eyes.
"Expelliarmus!"
Dracula shook his head casually, and the red disarming spell missed him and hit the blackboard in front of the classroom.
"The reaction is not bad, but the judgment is not good." Dracula said, "The disarming spell, a functional spell used to seize weapons, has the same effect no matter where it is hit. So you should aim for the easiest place to hit. Cast on the chest."
At this moment, another red disarming spell flew over silently.
Dracula waved his wand and sent it flying to his side.
"The silent spell is used well, Miss Crevat." He nodded approvingly, "And he knows that when facing a strong enemy, he should use sneak attack tactics to defeat the enemy when he is unprepared."
"But you ignored one issue - you and Percy are both facing me. Do you think a sneak attack from the front can be called a sneak attack?"
Before Dracula could finish speaking, countless magic spells were fired from the hands of the little wizards in the classroom like a hail of arrows, leaving almost no room for Dracula to dodge.
However, Dracula had no intention of evading, nor did he use his perverted magic resistance to resist, nor did he use a powerful armor spell to block it.
Facing countless spells, Dracula casually dodged or deflected the incoming beams of light, while not forgetting to introduce the flaws of their spells to the students in the classroom. , and make corresponding improvement suggestions accordingly.
"Move faster, connect the spells more frequently, and improve the accuracy!" Dracula kept urging, and from time to time cast a punitive spell on those students who wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Such high pressure forced them to use all their strength every second, squeezing their own magic and physical strength, and casting various types of spells without interruption.
Ten minutes later, all the sixth grade students fell to the ground.
And Dracula didn't even use an offensive spell.
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