Seeing the person coming, the Weiss twins shuddered all over.
"Professor McGonagall, why are you here?" they said with an embarrassed smile.
As they talked, they each put one hand behind their backs, and tacitly, Fred took the coins and George took the gambling plate.
"I came here to tell Wood something, but I didn't expect to see you guys cheating people in bets!" Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed into a line. "I originally wanted to end your confinement early so that you could help Wood train the new members of the Quidditch team. Now it seems that you won't learn your lesson unless I lock you up enough!"
"And you, Wood! Why are you hanging out with these two troublemakers and making bets instead of taking advantage of the time to train Potter's Quidditch skills?!"
Wood's originally tall figure seemed to shrink in an instant, and he said weakly: "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I was wrong."
At the same time, he secretly reached out and slapped the Weiss twins next to him, whispering, "You two have ruined me!"
However, the two Weisslings didn't care about his slap at all at this time. All their attention was focused on what Professor McGonagall had just said.
"Potter? Harry Potter is going to join our Quidditch team!" Fred and George looked at each other and exclaimed.
Wood rushed over and covered their mouths, lowering his voice and saying to them: "Keep your voice down, Potter is our secret weapon, don't let other colleges know!"
The twins nodded hastily.
After Wood took his hand away, they both patted their chests and assured Professor McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall, we won't do it again!" Fred vowed, "But the Quidditch team can't do without us. We are the best beaters!"
"That's right, our Transylvania fake moves look so real that even if we hit Slytherin in the face, it wouldn't even be called a foul!" George started to go off topic.
Professor McGonagall looked at the two funny guys helplessly, nodded, and said with a straight face: "Don't do it again!"
The Weiss twins quickly agreed.
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After promising Professor McGonagall, the Weiss twins immediately ran to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
"You mean, you want to make a bet with me?" Dracula asked with interest, half lying on the soft sofa in the office. "As far as I know, your dean hates to see you do this kind of thing the most."
"That's not important!" George waved his hand. "As long as we keep it a secret, Professor McGonagall won't be able to find out that we are betting."
Fred beside him also nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this problem. As long as you don't tell us and we don't tell us, how can anyone else know it?"
"Professor, think about it. You won't lose anything no matter what."
"We're betting on the Gryffindor Quidditch team to win. If we win, you'll give us twenty gold Galleons, which will just offset the previous one, and you won't lose anything. If we lose, you'll make an even bigger profit of twenty Galleons!"
"That's right. Even if you lose, it will still be a great way to motivate students to win." George and Fred said in unison, "We heard from our stupid brother Ron that you are Harry's most admired professor. If Harry knew that you were paying attention to this game, he would definitely get more motivation!"
"Yes, yes, it's totally worthwhile to spend a little money to help your dear students gain the motivation to win!"
Dracula watched the two people's lively and interesting performance, and was amused by this pair of funny people.
"Okay, I agree to the bet." He laughed dumbly, "Even if I spend twenty Galleons to buy you to perform here, it won't be a loss."
Fred and George were overjoyed.
"Professor, you are my God!"
"Professor, if you need any more performances, you can call us anytime!"
Dracula smiled and waved his hand, telling the two to go back to the dormitory and rest.
The twins looked excited and bowed comically when they reached the door.
Fred, who was walking behind, grabbed the door handle of the office. Just as he was about to close the door, he seemed to have thought of something and stuck his face in through the crack of the door.
"Professor, you must come to watch our Quidditch game then!"
Seeing Dracula nod, Fred happily closed the door, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office finally became quiet.
Dracula was half lying on the sofa, with a happy smile on his face that didn't fade for a long time.
"How about it? Do you become more energetic after being with young people?"
On the desk not far away, the figure of Nicolas Flamel appeared on a bronze mirror engraved with a phoenix relief and smiled at Dracula.
Dracula nodded slightly and sighed:
"Yeah, it's great to be young."
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After class in the afternoon, Dracula threw the tasks of writing teaching materials and correcting homework to Quirrell, then left Quirrell's simple office with his mouth and nose covered with a look of disgust.
Compared to Professor Dracula, who has many admirers and is praised as a god by students, Mr. Quirrell, the assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is much more miserable.
Regarding the smell of perfume on Quirrell, the most accepted statement among students is that, as Harry said, men with kidney deficiency need to rely on such external things to gain confidence!
As an adult male wizard, Quirrell's eyes often twitch and his face is always pale. His paleness is very different from Dracula's pale skin color. Quirrell's complexion looks sick, while Dracula's paleness has a kind of weird beauty.
In addition, Quirrell is always very anxious, often trembling, stuttering, and wearing a strange purple headscarf. As we all know, the color purple has a special meaning in Britain in the late 20th century...
These strange characteristics made Qi Luo a man with kidney deficiency in everyone's mind. Everyone felt pity for him with disgust, and at the same time, they couldn't help but think he was funny and couldn't help wanting to laugh at his jokes.
At this moment, the entire Hogwarts joke was respectfully escorting Dracula out of the office.
Then, Quirrell looked outside the door carefully. After making sure that Dracula was far away, he placed many defensive spells on the door of his office. Then he slowly sat down between the two mirrors and took off his purple turban.
With the light reflected from the two mirrors, Quirrell looked at the hideous face at the back of his head with trembling hands.
"Master... Master, I have become the laughing stock of Hogwarts now. No one should notice our actions anymore, right?"
Quirrell said to Voldemort tremblingly.
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