The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 52: Snape's suspicion

Views:

"Dong Dong Dong."

Just as the black-haired young man was laughing happily, there was a knock on the door outside Quirrell's office.

His smile froze, and then he was startled, and immediately turned into a pool of ink, falling back onto the blank diary like raindrops.

"Knock, knock, knock." The knock on the door sounded again.

Quirrell hastily stuffed the diary into the drawer and locked it, then carefully cast a soundproofing spell and stammered to the outside of the door:

"Who's outside?"

"It's me." Dracula's unique mellow voice came from outside the door, "I was too harsh just now. I came to see if I can do anything to heal your scar and make up for it a little."

When Quirrell heard Dracula's voice, he was startled.

'You are the one I'm afraid of! ' he thought angrily.

However, Quirrell, who had just been cleared of suspicion in front of the professors, had no excuse not to open the door, so he had to check every corner of the room tremblingly, and only opened the door after making sure that there was no unfavorable evidence left behind.

Dracula walked into the office the moment he opened the door, looking up and down at Quirrell's room.

"Why are you taking so long to open the door? Did you do anything shameful in the office just now?" Not finding anything unusual in the room, Dracula turned his gaze to Quirrell himself and asked with a smile.

"No...no, I just...suddenly have a headache." Quirrell said stutteringly.

"Oh, it's all my fault. I was too harsh just now." Dracula sighed and apologized to Quirrell hypocritically. "Teacher Quirrell, you worked hard to correct my homework and organize my teaching plans, but I spoke harshly to you because of a small suspicion and even embedded your head into the floor."

The corners of Quirrell's eyes twitched unnaturally, but he still smiled and said, "Professor Dracula, I know you are doing this for Hogwarts. It's okay for me to be wronged."

"No! Teacher Quirrell is so wise, so I can't be the kind of evil person who knows his mistakes but refuses to correct them and doesn't know how to maintain relationships with colleagues!" Dracula said righteously, "I must think of a way to completely get rid of those scars on the back of your head that are bothering you!"

"No...no need, I'm fine...I'm fine." Quirrell shook his head repeatedly.

"Can I understand that you are rejecting my kindness, Mr. Quirrell?" Dracula smiled gently, but the air in Quirrell's office became colder and colder, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Quirrell was trembling all over, and quickly changed his shaking head to a nod.

"Well...thank you, Professor Dracula." He said reluctantly.

Dracula smiled faintly and walked behind Quirrell, and the office finally returned to its normal temperature.

"Excuse me, Mr. Quirrell, how did you get these three scars on the back of your head?" Dracula asked casually, looking at the three ugly and hideous scars.

There was a big devil that he highly recognized standing behind him. Quirrell felt extremely uncomfortable and trembled as he repeated the reason he had used before:

"I...I mentioned before that I met a vampire in Romania. You know, I had a fight with him. It was the vicious vampire who left these three...three claw marks on my head. They can't be dispelled at all..."

After listening to Quirrell's explanation, Dracula finally laughed.

He was well aware of the wounds that could be left by vampires, and could tell at a glance that the scar on the back of Quirrell's head was definitely not caused by a vampire.

Vampires usually don't use clumsy attack methods like grabbing the head. The area they prefer is always the junction of the shoulder and the neck, because this is the most convenient place to lower the head and suck blood.

Obviously, Quirrell lied again to cover up another unknown truth!

After getting what he wanted to know, Dracula lost interest in Quirrell's ugly back of the head. He walked away from Quirrell with disgust and walked towards the office door.

"Professor Dracula, won't you help me check...check my scar?" Quirrell turned around in surprise and looked at Dracula who had already walked to the door.

"No more." Dracula waved his hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Quirrell, I really can't do anything about this matter!"

With that, he left Quirrell's office.

Quirrell: “?”

You only observed for less than a minute and you said you were powerless. Should you be more perfunctory

Dracula walked up the marble staircase in the castle's main tower to the second floor, preparing to return to his office through the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

However, when he arrived at the classroom, he found that there was already another person standing silently at the podium waiting for him.

The classroom was pitch black, and the figure was wearing a large black cloak, like an enlarged bat.

"Professor Snape, is that a coincidence?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and greeted the figure on the podium.

Snape looked at him with a straight face and deep black eyes.

"Unfortunately, I was waiting for you."

Snape spoke slowly and in a long tone, "Before we start our topic, I would like to ask, where did you go just now, Professor Dracula?"

"Where I go doesn't seem to be any of your business, Professor Snape?" Dracula said with a chuckle.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I guess you must have gone to find Quirrell, right?" Snape raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically.

Dracula was really surprised this time. He didn't realize that anyone was following him along the way, and he didn't think Snape could guess why he was looking for Quirrell.

So he turned his gaze to Snape, looked at his big hooked nose and crooked teeth, and crossed his arms across his chest, motioning for him to continue.

"You are in cahoots with Quirrell, right?" Snape smiled coldly and asked.

Dracula was confused by Snape's question and looked at him with wide eyes in shock.

"You don't need to think of excuses. I'll explain them all at once." Snape continued, "Not to mention that it's wrong for a top wizard like you to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, unless you know that there is an extremely precious thing here."

"Even if this problem is excluded, you have done something unusual by bringing a teaching assistant with you to take classes. And your teaching assistant has been in and out of many secret places recently, and even went to the restricted corridor on the right hand side of the fourth floor."

"He seems to be very interested in the treasure in that level, and he might break through it at any time. Do you dare to say that all this is not at your instruction?"

"Maybe." Dracula nodded indifferently, then asked with interest, "So what do you want to do?"

Snape gritted his teeth and slowly raised his wand.