"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Dracula stared into Nicolas Flamel's eyes. "I don't think I need to use the real Philosopher's Stone to lure a little Voldemort."
Dracula was indeed not interested in the Philosopher's Stone and was too lazy to pick it up even if it was thrown in front of him.
But if the only Philosopher's Stone in the world is threatened, he will do his best to protect it, because it is the foundation of Nico's survival!
"Relax, Albus will definitely be able to help me protect the Philosopher's Stone." Nico said with a smile, "I'm not worried at all about handing the Philosopher's Stone to him."
"Besides, I have prepared enough elixirs of immortality. Even if something unexpected happens to the Philosopher's Stone, I have plenty of time to deal with what needs to be dealt with."
Hearing this, Dracula frowned deeply.
"Don't you trust Dumbledore very much? Then why prepare extra elixirs?" he asked.
Flamel paused, avoiding Dracula's gaze, pretending to enjoy the drama and looking at the stage.
Dracula followed him and looked towards the spacious stage of the opera house.
The scenery on the stage was very simple, with only a country road and a tree, and the lighting was like a dim dusk.
Under a tree in the countryside, two old homeless men were very bored and impatient, and seemed to have lost interest in life. So one of them took off his belt and hung it on a tree branch, preparing to hang himself.
"So, have you actually prepared yourself for the possibility of not getting the Philosopher's Stone back?" Dracula asked softly, looking at the two old homeless men who were so bored that they hanged themselves.
Nico sighed softly.
"As long as the Philosopher's Stone exists in this world, it will always be coveted by others. This time it was Voldemort, and Albus came to fight him. Will there be a more powerful villain next time? Will there still be someone like Albus to protect the Philosopher's Stone by then?"
"Brad, you should understand how I feel. A long life is too boring. And I am really old. Just like this drama, it tells us that life is an endless and hopeless wait. The world is absurd and people are suffering."
Dracula's words of persuasion were stuck in his throat for a moment. He knew the boring torment in a long life, otherwise he would not have made finding fun his lifelong pursuit.
"If you and Perenelle leave, I will have no friends in this world." After a long silence, Dracula said slowly.
"You will have better friends." Nico smiled, "I don't have the advantages that vampires have. My muscles and limbs are no longer healthy. What's more, I have lived for so long, and I have done everything I should and shouldn't do. I have no regrets."
Dracula remained silent, watching the funny performance of the two tramps on the stage absent-mindedly.
The homeless man who had just taken off his belt and was about to hang himself hung his neck on the tree. However, the old belt was too fragile and could not bear his weight, so it broke.
The old tramp didn't die.
The audience laughed at the right moment.
Seeing this scene, Dracula also chuckled.
"Old man, it's not that easy to die." He turned to look at Nico, "If I say that I am willing to help you protect the Philosopher's Stone, at least half of your previous excuses will be invalidated!"
"As for the fact that life is boring, there is no need to worry. The magic world will certainly be in chaos in a few years, and by then, there will be no shortage of interesting people and things to find."
Dracula thought of the scene he saw in the Mirror of Erised, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Besides, don't you really want to see the 21st century, a scene that spans a thousand years?"
Nico stared at him in amazement, then laughed out loud.
"Today's scene is really appropriate." He smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his face were relaxed.
The tramp on the stage pulled up his pants and said to his companion, "Shall we go?"
"Let's go."
The curtain slowly fell and warm applause broke out in the audience.
Dracula and Nico clapped together.
"What's the name of this play?" Dracula asked.
"Waiting for Godot," Nico said. "Now think about it, if you look at this play from another perspective, life is not just an endless and hopeless wait. It can be understood as - as long as there is hope, there is still motivation to move forward."
"You're right. The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor you recommended to me is quite promising." Dracula said with a chuckle.
"Why don't you go back to Hogwarts and do your job well, Professor Dracula?" Nico teased.
Dracula nodded slightly and turned into a dark moon, then disappeared on the spot as the shadows of a group of bats passed by.
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The next moment, Dracula appeared at the window sill of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
He leaned against the edge of the window, sitting casually on the windowsill. A breeze blew, and his black and red cloak and silver hair swayed gently.
At this time, Quirrell was still stumbling over the text.
Some of the little wizards under the podium were drowsy, some were playing games by themselves, and some clever ones were thinking of ways to play a trick on Quirrell.
In the entire class, it seemed that Hermione Granger was the only one who was still listening attentively and taking notes from time to time.
Ron had already slumped over the table, half asleep and half awake, while Harry was distracted, his eyes wandering around the furnishings in the classroom and the scenery outside the window.
Just then, he glanced out the window and inadvertently saw a silver-haired figure sitting on the windowsill.
"Professor Dracula!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.
The other little wizards no longer felt sleepy when they heard Harry's call, and they all raised their heads and looked towards the window.
Dracula smiled softly at this, waved to Harry, and then walked towards Quirrell on the podium.
"Professor D...Dracula, why...why did you come back suddenly?" Quirrell asked tremblingly.
"I just came back to see how you were doing," Dracula said, "but I really didn't expect you to teach like this. Isn't the lesson plan well written?"
Qi Luo was trembling and hesitating for a long time but couldn't utter a word.
"Forget it." Dracula shook his head helplessly and threw Quirrell out of the classroom. "Go wash your troll until there is no odor, then give it to Dumbledore and put it at the bottom of the level."
After instructing Quirrell on his work, Dracula adjusted his smile towards the young wizards and said happily,
"Students, I am sorry to let Quirrell substitute for you." He said, "Next, I will give you a real Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"
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