The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 23: When you go outside, don't say that I taught you your defense skills

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"I...I don't know..." Quirrell said with an innocent look on his face, "I...I only saw that giant monster running...rambunctiously in the basement. I don't know where it...will go now." !”

Dracula stared closely at Quirrell, who looked away in fear.

"It's up to you. As for where you want to go next, you're free to go." Dracula patted Quirrell's shoulder with a deep look.

Afterwards, he left the auditorium again, took the Hogwarts title deed in his hand in the deserted entrance courtyard corridor, and injected his magic power into this old parchment.

The magic of Dracula and the marks of the four founders flowed on the paper, slowly intertwining into a grid in the shape of Hogwarts Castle.

Every magical node of Hogwarts appeared on the page. Then, the structure of the castle became more and more distinct, and the pictures in every corner gradually became more detailed.

Dracula cast his gaze towards the auditorium on the parchment and saw the young wizards being led by the prefects of each college. With the aftertaste of the Halloween banquet on their faces and the regret that the banquet ended early, they walked to the public rest room with unfinished content. Go to the room.

In addition, he also saw Snape walking toward the restricted corridor on the right side of the fourth floor with steps that he did not recognize.

On the contrary, Quirrell seemed to be stunned. He stood blankly in front of the big pumpkin in the auditorium without making any movement.

Under this comprehensive surveillance, the lost troll was quickly found by Dracula.

Just when Dracula was about to watch a good show under the live broadcast of the title deed, two sneaky figures attracted his attention.

"Huh?"

Dracula was surprised and disappeared immediately.

The scene returned to the previous banquet, where Harry was eating a potato with the skin on, when Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium, talking in horror about the troll.

Percy, the prefect of Gryffindor, was very familiar with this. He took the little lions to the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor and passed by a group of Hufflepuff badgers.

However, just as they walked up the stairs to the eighth floor, Harry suddenly thought of something, his face suddenly became very panicked, and he suddenly grabbed Ron's arm.

"I just remembered—Hermione!" he said to Ron.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron was stunned for a moment and asked with some resistance.

Just this morning in a Charms class, Ron was extremely dissatisfied with Hermione's pointing behavior, so he said bad things about her to Harry and said that she should reflect on why she didn't have any friends.

Coincidentally, Hermione heard Ron's bad words.

The little witch with a strong self-esteem was in an extremely low mood, and she didn't want others to see her weak mood, so she didn't show up all afternoon, and didn't even attend the Halloween party.

Just now, Harry suddenly thought of a piece of news he overheard before the Halloween party—

At that time, everyone was rushing to the Great Hall for the Halloween party. On the way, Hermione's roommate Parvati Patil told Lavender that Hermione was crying sadly in the girls' bathroom and refused to let anyone comfort her.

Harry suddenly realized that Hermione was not in the Gryffindor team and might encounter a troll alone!

"Ron, Hermione doesn't know about the troll yet!" He said anxiously to Ron, "It's our responsibility that she didn't attend the banquet, we can't just sit idly by and ignore it!"

The red-haired boy bit his lip hard.

"Oh, okay," he said decisively, "but it'd be best if Percy doesn't see us."

After making the decision, Harry and Ron buried themselves, blended in with the passing Hufflepuff crowd, and walked in the other direction.

They slipped quietly through an empty side corridor and hurried to the girls' bathroom.

Along with the increasingly strong stench, a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground rang in their ears.

The next moment, a shocking scene suddenly burst into the sight of the two of them -

A monster twelve feet tall suddenly appeared from the corner of the corridor!

Its skin is dull and as gray as granite, and its huge and stupid body is like a pile of huge gravel, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top.

Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and beneath them are large, flat, thick, calloused feet. A stench that was like a mixture of smelly socks and a public toilet that had never been cleaned emanated from the troll, which was disgusting.

The monster was also holding a thick wooden stick in its hand, which he dragged on the ground, making a harsh and horrifying sound.

The Halloween party has ended, the thunderclouds summoned by the weather spell have dissipated, and the bright moonlight shines into the tall windows of Hogwarts Castle.

Just in the shadows under the moonlight, a bat with bright fur hung upside down.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this bat seems to be looking at the scene inside a bathroom with great interest.

Following Bat's line of sight, he could see a fierce battle taking place in the girls' bathroom on the first floor.

The troll, after repeated provocations from Ron, diverted attention away from Hermione and later cornered Ron.

Seeing this scene, Harry's heart skipped a beat and he jumped forward violently.

Then, he put his arms around the troll's neck from behind, and when he jumped up, he inserted the wand in his hand directly into one of the troll's nostrils.

The troll roared in pain, twisted around, and waved the wooden stick in his hand, as if it might throw Harry off at any time, then grab him and give him a terrible blow with the wooden stick!

At this critical moment, the giant monster's fierce struggle suddenly froze.

This sudden stillness caught Harry off guard. He lost his grip and fell off the troll.

In the corner, Ron held his wand tightly in his hand, staring blankly at the giant monster standing still in front of him, at a loss.

"Mr. Potter, if anyone else asks you in the future, please don't say that I taught you Defense Against the Dark Arts. I can't afford to embarrass that person."

A familiar voice sounded at the bathroom door.

Harry looked towards the place where the sound came from in surprise, and saw a tall figure with silver hair and burgundy eyes standing quietly in the moonlight, looking at him with disgust.

"Professor Dracula!!" Harry shouted ecstatically, not paying attention to the disgusted expression on Dracula's face.

Then, he felt as if all the strength in his body had disappeared, and the courage he had just jumped on the troll's back seemed to be short-lived. There was only a burst of fear in his heart, and he lay weakly on the ground.

Dracula raised his hand and swept away the suffocating air, then took two steps forward and came to the side of the three little wizards.

"Mr. Potter, please recite the content of the first lesson." He looked at Harry sitting on the ground with a dull look, "When you face a dangerous situation, what is the most appropriate way to respond?"