On a bright sunny day, there was a room in the Leaky Cauldron with thick curtains drawn, blocking out all light.
A letter with a Hogwarts postmark was torn in two and lay crumpled on the table by the window.
Quirinus Quirrell, whom Harry had just mentioned, was now lying on the ground in pain, screaming constantly. A purple turban fell to the side, revealing his bald head.
Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was an extremely hideous and terrifying face. The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two snake-like nostrils below.
At this moment, the ferocious face on the back of Quirrell's head was roaring and cursing angrily:
"Damn Dumbledore, how dare he go back on his word to me! And if his new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor dares to take my place, I will make him suffer a fate worse than death!!"
This hideous face is none other than Voldemort, the feared master in the wizarding world!
However, he was no longer as independent and powerful as before. Instead, he was extremely weak and could only live in Quirrell's body as a remnant soul.
When Quirrell received a letter from Dumbledore telling him that a more suitable professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been found, Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of his head, was furious.
Voldemort had wanted to become Defense Against the Dark Arts professor decades ago.
After being rejected twice in a row, he even cursed the position so that no one could work in it for more than a year.
Moreover, this position is not only related to his obsession, but also an extremely important part of his plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone. If Quirrell loses this position, all his plans and preparations will be in vain.
"It's all because of you, a loser, that we didn't get the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in such a passive position!"
The power that Voldemort had parasitized in Quirrell's body was boiling wildly, causing Quirrell to suffer excruciating pain.
"Master, we can find him and kill him!" he shouted in pain, "I will definitely do it well and will not let you down again!"
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The noise in the room suddenly became quiet.
Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, fumbled to pick up his wand nearby, and waved it gently to remove the soundproofing spell.
Then he acted like a coward and said to the outside of the door: "No... didn't you say, don't... don't come... to disturb me?"
The knocking paused.
However, Voldemort's ferocious face suddenly changed color, and he said to Quirrell in a low and quick voice:
"Put on your turban quickly, he has broken the defensive magic at the door!"
Quirrell's face changed, and he immediately waved his wand in panic, wrapping the turban that fell on the ground around his head.
"boom!"
The next moment, the door of the Leaky Cauldron room was pushed open and hit the wall heavily.
A tall man with silver hair and burgundy eyes walked in and looked at the wizard in a turban with ill intent.
"I heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts lives in this room, so I came here specially to visit..." Before he finished speaking, Dracula frowned, "Where does such a strong smell of garlic come from?"
Having said that, he waved his hand without saying anything, opened the tightly closed curtains and windows, and then a strong wind blew.
Quirrell subconsciously covered his headscarf, fearing that it would be blown away by the wind.
"W-what are you doing here?" He stammered, "This is...this is private territory. You can't...do this."
Dracula ignored his thoughts and waited until the smell of garlic had mostly dissipated before turning to look at the strange turbaned man.
"Are you Quirinus Quirrell, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?" he asked.
"Yes... yes, you are...?" Quirrell said tremblingly.
Looking at the timid wizard in front of him, Dracula's face darkened and he sneered and said:
"What a coincidence, I'm also the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"
Quirrell's eyes suddenly widened.
He didn't expect that just when he was about to find the person who stole his job and kill him, this person came to him on his own!
"So you're the bastard who took my place!" Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering and trembling. Instead, he spoke hatefully, as if he wanted to vent all the pain that Voldemort had brought him on the man in front of him.
"I never thought you would fall into this trap."
He slowly raised his wand.
However, at this moment, Voldemort's serious and panicked warning suddenly sounded in Quirrell's mind:
"Don't do it! Run! Quick!!"
Quirrell had never heard Voldemort speak in such an anxious tone, and he was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
He acted decisively, turned his body suddenly, and prepared to teleport away.
On the other side, Dracula crossed his arms, ready to see what surprises Professor Quirrell, who wanted to steal his fun, could bring.
When he saw the standard Apparition preparation movements, he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in amusement and raised his hand to make a fist.
Following Dracula's action, Quirrell, whose half body was already stuffed into the space of Apparition, was forcibly dragged back into the room of the Leaky Cauldron and smashed onto the table in front of the window.
With a "crack", the table broke into two pieces.
Quirrell screamed and covered his back in pain.
Dracula took two steps forward, came in front of Quirrell, and looked down at him.
"So what you mean is that I took your place?" he asked with a chuckle.
Quirrell did not answer Dracula's question.
His expression changed from panic to dull, and then a sinister feeling emerged in his eyes.
"What a waste!"
'Qiluo' said coldly.
The next moment, a black mist burst out from Qi Luo's body and wrapped him tightly.
Dracula frowned slightly and raised his hand again.
However, this time, Quirrell seemed to have completely turned into a ball of mist, which was untouchable and intangible, leaving him empty-handed.
While Dracula was confused, the black fog dissipated from every crack in the bar room and disappeared quietly.
Dracula raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to force the black mist back into the room.
"Tsk, what a hassle." He looked at the spreading black mist and put his hand down impatiently, "Forget it, it's not impossible to let him live a few more days."
Dracula casually snapped his fingers without uttering any spell, and the room structure of the Leaky Cauldron quickly returned to the state it was when he first arrived.
Then he glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, curled his lips secretly, and walked out of the room through the main door.
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