The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 29: Voldemort plans to find another way out

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So, when other professors heard the noise and rushed to the scene, they saw this scene:

The three Gryffindor wizards used all kinds of methods to attack the troll's cocoa bean-like head. Hermione was better, knowing a lot of simple spells, while Harry and Ron could only use some unprofessional spells such as the Levitation Charm to attack.

The giant monster was thick-skinned and was annoyed by the harassment of several people, but he had no way to deal with it. Every time the big stick in his hand was about to hit the little wizard's head, Dracula would freeze it in an instant.

It didn't understand why this happened, but it instinctively lost its desire to attack, and the pressure on Harry and the other two gradually eased.

Professor McGonagall, who was originally extremely worried, rushed over as fast as she could, but she saw such a strange scene and could not help but turn her head and said to Dumbledore beside her:

"Albus, I don't think Professor Dracula's teaching method is suitable for poor children!"

"Maybe Professor Dracula has his own teaching method." Dumbledore coughed lightly and laughed with Professor McGonagall.

What can Dumbledore do? He is also desperate! Is he really going to fire the landlord of Hogwarts for a little problem in teaching methods? Does Hogwarts still want to continue

At this time, Dracula also noticed the troll's fatigue. For the sake of this poor teaching prop, he asked Harry and the other two to stop.

"Let's stop here for now. Remember to deal with danger as I taught you next time." He said to the three people.

The three little ones nodded hurriedly, and then all went behind Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, as if they were afraid that Dracula would assign them some exciting practical tasks.

Dracula shook his head with a smile, and turned to look at Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape who had hurried over. In addition to the three headmasters and deans, the teaching assistant Quirrell also followed the three professors with an uncertain expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"What the hell are you doing?" Professor McGonagall frowned, turned around and said to Harry and the other two, with cold anger in her voice, "You are lucky that Professor Dracula found you in time, so you were not killed by it. Why don't you just stay in the dormitory?!"

Snape gave Harry a quick, threatening look, paying particular attention to whether his eyes were injured. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his eyes were not injured, then snorted in displeasure.

Hermione wanted to take all the responsibility alone, and when she was about to speak, her eyes suddenly widened in horror.

"Miss Granger, are you going to play tricks on those naughty kids too?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's frightened expression, thinking that she was trying to divert attention like the Weiss twins, so she said angrily.

However, Harry and Ron also immediately showed signs of horror.

"Professor, look out!" Harry yelled.

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw a huge wooden stick falling towards Dracula with great force.

Even if the troll had no intelligence, after being teased for so long, he gradually realized with his limited intuition that Dracula was the culprit who caused him to be manipulated by the three little wizards!

So it decided to kill this annoying guy first, and then go get rid of the other annoying little wizards.

The wooden stick fell heavily, and everyone present was unable to react in time, thinking that Professor Dracula would repeat the mistakes of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors of the past few decades!

The next moment, Dracula raised his hand lightly and grasped the wooden stick steadily in his hand.

The troll's face turned red, and the bathroom floor under his feet was dented, but he could not pull his wooden stick out from the seemingly thin and pale fingers.

Dracula glanced at it casually and suddenly let go of his hand.

The giant monster couldn't hold back his strength for a moment, and suddenly pulled out the stick. The stick in his hand hit his forehead heavily.

Then the troll fainted.

Then, Dracula looked casually at Harry who had just issued a warning, and asked with a chuckle:

"What is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Nothing...Nothing, Professor."

Harry swallowed and shook his head.

Seeing Dracula catching the giant monster's club with his bare hands, not to mention the three little wizards, even Professor McGonagall and Snape showed stunned expressions.

"It's late, it's time to go back and rest." Dracula said softly without paying attention to their expressions.

As he walked forward, he took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then burned it.

When passing by Quirrell, Dracula gave him a meaningful look, then passed him and disappeared into the shadow without moonlight.

It was night, in the cramped teaching assistant's office.

Taking off the purple turban that he never took off, Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

On the skin behind his head, Voldemort's hideous face kept roaring, venting the anger and depression in his heart.

“Waste! You are a waste! You can’t even see Dracula’s defense against you!” Voldemort shouted fiercely, “If I hadn’t discovered the mark he left on your shoulder in time, would you have foolishly run to the restricted area on the fourth floor?!”

"Master... Master, I really didn't notice anything unusual about my body..." Quirrell said weakly.

“Even if you didn’t notice it, Dracula patted your shoulder in an uncharacteristic way. Didn’t you realize that something was wrong?” Voldemort questioned, “Your poor performance was already exposed. Now even Severus has noticed that something is wrong with you.”

"Damn it, why do I have to possess you instead of Severus!"

Voldemort is now simply disappointed in Quirrell for not being as good as Snape.

But now he cannot reveal his identity in front of Snape, the former die-hard Death Eater.

On the one hand, because of his weak state while possessing Quirrell, it would not only be a matter of losing face in front of his former subordinates, but it would also seriously damage his prestige and might even cause his subordinates to rebel.

On the other hand, Voldemort had been dormant for eleven years after all, and Snape had gained Dumbledore's trust during this period, so Voldemort didn't believe that Snape was still as loyal as before.

So he could only pin his hopes on this disappointing Quirrell.

"No, it's not safe for me to stay on Quirrell now." Voldemort said to himself, "Besides, his life force is not enough, I must find another way out!"