At 21 Montmorency Street, in a medieval-style room with a strong sense of weirdness, Dracula leaned comfortably against the window, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand.
"So, a lot of interesting things happened during the hundred years I was asleep?" He took a sip of the bright red wine and said thoughtfully.
"The global wizarding war, the love-hate relationship between two genius wizards, the interesting magical creature expert and his Muggle friend, the terrifying mysterious man... Damn! How many interesting things did I miss in my 100 years of sleep?"
Then, he looked at the old man in front of him and asked unhappily:
"Old man, why didn't you go and wake me up?"
In front of Dracula was an old man with white hair and wrinkled face. He was looking at Dracula leaning against the window with a helpless look on his face.
"You didn't tell me where your coffin is, where can I wake you up?" he said.
Dracula silently glanced at the large crystal ball on the workbench by the window and couldn't help but curl his lips.
"We've known each other for hundreds of years, don't I know you? I see you're clearly afraid that I'll go along with that Grindelwald!" He drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp and said, "Or else is your divination ability just for show?"
At this time, another white-haired old woman came over, filled Dracula's glass with a full glass of blood-red wine, and then said with a smile:
"We haven't seen each other for a hundred years. It's fine if you're not moved to tears, but why are you arguing as soon as you meet?"
"Perenal, it's just right for you to judge for yourself." Dracula thanked him, then picked up the wine glass and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you think that old guy Nico did it on purpose? He made me miss so many interesting things."
The old woman, Perenelle Flamel, just smiled and made no comment.
"Okay, okay, I knew you would complain, so I found you another interesting place to go." Nicolas Flamel seemed to know that he was in the wrong and said with a smile.
Dracula paused the glass he had just raised in mid-air, then turned to look at him.
"A phenomenon has occurred in Hogwarts over the years that I think will interest you." Nico said, "It is said that the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been cursed by a mysterious person. In the past fifty years, no professor has been able to stay in this position for a full year without any harm."
Nico looked at Dracula's expression and said teasingly, "So, would the legendary Count Dracula be afraid of such a curse?"
An intriguing smile slowly appeared on the corner of Dracula's mouth.
"interesting."
With a bang, the goblet filled with bright red wine was slammed onto the windowsill by Dracula.
Then he pushed open the window beside him and stepped on the window frame.
"Nicol, Perenelle, see you next time!" Dracula turned to look at the Flamel couple who had not yet reacted, and smiled happily.
The next moment, he jumped out from the windowsill of Nico's house.
Along with the scattered shadows of bats, Dracula's figure disappeared into the night sky, leaving only the blood-red wine on the window spires shaking in the glass.
The bright moon reflected in the wine is dyed with the bright red of the wine, which is particularly bright...
Mr. and Mrs. Flamel stood there in shock, looking at each other.
"He won't even stay for dinner?" Perenelle asked, laughing.
"Don't you know Dracula yet?" Nico shook his head slightly and sighed, "He has always been like this. If he finds something interesting, he will go and see it no matter what."
"After all, a thousand years is too long and too boring..."
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In the silent night, a towering castle stands in the darkness.
The castle is dotted with spires, and the lights from countless windows complement the starlight in the sky. A gradually rising morning glow in the distance adds a hint of purple to the edge of the castle, adding to the mysterious and heavy look.
In the brightly candlelit Hogwarts headmaster's office, Dracula, dressed in a black and red robe, quietly appeared by the window and looked around at the layout.
The originally lazy Phoenix was startled when it sensed his breath, flapped its wings, and vigilantly landed on the shoulder of a white-haired old man in front of the desk.
The old man was tall and thin, wearing a purple wizard robe. His silver-white hair and beard were long enough to be tucked into the belt of his clothes.
Seeing the uninvited guest, he didn't seem surprised at all. He just kindly stroked the feathers of the Phoenix Fox to calm its nervous mood.
Then he looked at Dracula, smiled and pointed to some cups on the table.
"Good morning, Sir Dracula. Nico has often mentioned you to me." He said as if entertaining a friend, "Tea, juice or coffee?"
Dracula frowned, looked at the drink in front of him, and shook his head slightly.
"No need." He pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down, then said to the old man, "Are you the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
At the same time, he kept rummaging through the drawer of his desk, and then took out a blood-red lollipop.
"I almost forgot that vampires probably don't like these ordinary drinks very much." He handed the lollipop to Dracula and said happily, "You can try this! The bloody-flavored lollipop that comes with the Honeydukes sweet gift pack, maybe you will like it?"
Dracula looked at the lollipop that Dumbledore handed over, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Principal Dumbledore, I'm here to discuss something very important with you. Please be serious." He decisively refused the bloody lollipop and took out a piece of parchment covered with complicated runes from his pocket with a serious face.
"This is the deed to Hogwarts. Slytherin set a lease for Hogwarts for a thousand years, starting in 991 AD. This year is 1991, exactly one thousand years."
"Mr. Headmaster, the lease of Hogwarts has expired!" Dracula's lips curled slightly, "You don't want the students of Hogwarts to be displaced, do you?"
Dumbledore's face showed a moment of surprise, and he was no longer as calm as before.
He adjusted his glasses, took the parchment and examined it carefully.
From Dumbledore's perspective, he could see the magical fluctuations on the parchment that came from the same source as the castle, as well as the magical marks left by each of the four founders. There was no possibility of any falsification.
Considering the time when Dracula was born and his legendary relationship with Slytherin, Dumbledore had to admit the authenticity of the deed.
"Sir Dracula, I heard that you and the four founders are very good friends." His expression relaxed and he asked carefully, "Hogwarts is their hard work. You won't just take it back, right?"
"That depends on your performance." Dracula leaned back in his chair and chuckled. "If you can find something interesting for me to do, maybe I'll postpone the deadline a little bit when I'm in a good mood."
"That's easy." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and took out a letter of appointment that he had prepared long ago from the table. "We have a position for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor here. The professor in this position changes every year due to various accidents. I believe you will be interested in this, Sir Dracula."
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