Outside the chaotic Quidditch field, a mysterious black-haired boy walked slowly towards the Hogwarts castle.
Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, as if he sensed something. Then, his figure suddenly became transparent and completely disappeared into the air.
The blank diary in his hand fell to the ground without any movement, just like an ordinary notebook left behind by a little wizard.
Dracula, holding an umbrella, quietly appeared near the area where the black-haired boy disappeared.
His wine-red eyes glanced around the area, and when his vague gaze passed by the diary that fell on the ground, he froze for a moment, but found that it was just an ordinary notebook, and then he looked away nonchalantly.
"Strange, there should have been some different magical fluctuations here just now." Dracula said with some confusion, holding up an umbrella.
Just then, a group of energetic Gryffindor lions in golden and red uniforms ran over carrying brooms.
They gathered around Harry, who had just made a great contribution, and waved excitedly to Dracula. Harry's two friends, Ron and Hermione, also followed the team.
"Professor, thank you so much this time!" As the captain of the Quidditch team, Wood was the first to suppress his awe of Dracula and walked forward to express his gratitude.
Harry also squeezed out from the middle of the line, looking at Professor Dracula, whom he admired, and hesitated, not knowing how to start.
"Professor, you saved Harry's life!" It was his good friend Hermione who spoke first. She said guiltily, "Just now, because of my misjudgment, I interrupted the counter-spell cast by Professor Snape and almost killed Harry. If it weren't for your bat, I'm afraid I would blame myself for the rest of my life..."
"Yes, Professor!" Ron agreed excitedly, "Your big bat is so cool! When can you teach us how to use it in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"
"I'm serious, Ron!" Hermione glared at him.
"Do you all want to learn?" Dracula withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and looked at Ron and the other little Gryffindor wizards with interest.
The little lions nodded quickly.
"Of course, I can teach you." Dracula said.
But before they could show their surprise, he smiled maliciously again, "But you have to wait until you get an 'O (Excellent)' in your Ordinary Wizarding Level Exams in Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures before you will be able to learn this magic."
After hearing these words, the little lions who had been looking forward to it suddenly became dispirited.
As freshmen, Harry and Ron looked blankly at the other seniors who were in tears, not knowing what this "O" stood for.
"You may not know what 'O' means." Fred saw the confused expressions of the two and came closer to them... or to Harry, and said to him, "Harry, you know Percy, right? Look at his attitude of almost going crazy, just to get more 'O's."
"And you may not even get it!" George also came closer to Harry and added.
Harry couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Percy rushing to the library as soon as get out of class was over every day, without any intention of taking a break.
"Hey! I'm your younger brother!" Ron yelled in dissatisfaction, looking at the back of the two brothers facing Harry.
The Weiss twins turned their heads and winked at him, with no intention of explaining anything to him.
Dracula stood under the umbrella, watching their complaints with a smile, and felt deeply that his position as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was not in vain. Just persecuting the little wizards was a great pleasure.
"Well, congratulations on winning the game." He said perfunctorily, then walked towards his office holding an umbrella.
He really doesn't want to bask in the sun anymore!
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After Dracula and the little wizards left one after another, the ordinary blank diary that fell to the ground suddenly changed.
Streams of ink emerged from the diary, gradually solidifying into a pitch-black human figure, and then changing into all the colors of a human body.
A tall boy with black hair appeared next to the diary, bent down and picked it up.
The boy was very young, no more than sixteen, and his features were vague, with a strange, misty glow about him that was very strange, as if one were looking at him through a foggy window.
"It's really annoying that I have to borrow my own Horcrux to show my body." The boy stood up straight with the diary in his hand. There was a hint of sinisterness in his expression.
The next moment, the diary moved without wind and suddenly opened to a blank page in the boy's hand.
Several traces of ink were drawn on the white paper, and gradually formed into a sentence:
"You can't just take my things like that!"
The font is nice-looking, but appears a little distorted and messy, expressing deep dissatisfaction with the boy's behavior.
"Of course I can." The boy smiled darkly, "I am your past, present and future. Your things are mine."
"And I am everything to you!"
He forced the diary in his hand closed and walked straight towards Hogwarts Castle.
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What happened at the Quidditch match put the Hogwarts professors on high alert.
Professor McGonagall organized a large-scale search, carefully patrolling all areas of the castle, and conducting strict checks on faculty and staff, hoping to find the wizard who used the Breaking Spell to eliminate the effects of the Slowing Spell on her and Snape.
In the professors' lounge, all the faculty members had been screened. They were all old employees who knew each other well, and there were no obvious problems. Dracula, who had just come to teach, had been guaranteed by Dumbledore, leaving only the suspicious Quirrell who was unwilling to take off his turban.
"Assistant Quirrell, are you really unwilling to take off your headscarf?" Dracula asked Quirrell, crossing his legs and leaning on the sofa in the professor's lounge.
Even though it can be confirmed that Quirrell was not the one who cast the evil curse on Harry's broom, Dracula knew that he had many secrets. So taking this opportunity, Dracula was ready to reveal some of his secrets.
"Professor D...Dracula, I...it's really not convenient for me to take off my turban." Quirrell stammered.
"So you just won't cooperate with Hogwarts' work?" Dracula raised his eyebrows.
"No...it's not like that." Quirrell's face turned red, and he looked like he didn't know what to say.
"It's just taking off a headscarf. You won't lose your head." Dracula smiled faintly, "Could there be something else hidden in your headscarf?"
Quirrell made an expression of being wronged, gritted his teeth, and resolutely reached out for the turban.
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