Chapter 11 Chapter 1 Defense Against the Dark Arts

September 2, 1991, was a Monday.

Today, Dracula also has his first lesson as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Nine o'clock in the morning is the time when the first class starts at Hogwarts. Under the influence of magic, the bell on the tower rings on time throughout the campus.

Dracula also opened the side door of the office at the moment the bell rang, and walked down the marble steps in front of the right side of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Half of the students under the podium were wearing school robes with red collars, and more than half were wearing school robes with yellow collars. It was obvious that they were young wizards from the two houses of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

At this time, they were sitting neatly on their seats, looking at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with keen interest.

The young wizards in both the Lion Academy and the Badger Academy were secretly guessing whether this professor, who had an extremely outstanding appearance and temperament, would have teaching abilities as extraordinary as his appearance, or would he be just an appearance, like Are the previous professors just as bad?

"Good morning everyone." Dracula briefly greeted the students.

He stood still on the podium, raised his eyes and scanned the circle of young wizards in the audience, and found two familiar figures among them, the Weasley twins from Gryffindor.

"Good morning, professor!" the students in the audience said in unison.

Dracula nodded and continued:

"After yesterday's banquet, I think everyone should already know that I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You can call me Professor Dracula."

"I hope you can make me happy in the next time... No, I mean, I hope you all have a good time."

Dracula, who almost told the truth, did not change his expression and immediately switched to the main topic, "Okay, without further ado, let's start the first class of this semester right away. What we are going to talk about today is..."

At this point, he glanced at his empty hands and the smooth desk with only a pointer on it, and paused for a moment.

Dracula discovered that the textbook "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" that he had chosen in accordance with the usual practice because he was lazy and save time, as well as the thick lesson plan that his teaching assistant Quilo had worked hard to write, were all left on the desk in his office. .

In other words, he came to teach the students empty-handed...

Although the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was very close to the classroom, and even though Dracula could make textbooks fly over with a snap of his fingers, doing so would seem too unprofessional for the new professor.

He didn't allow this to happen in his first class!

So Dracula smiled calmly and changed his words: "...the content is, a test of spell casting ability!"

Looking at the blank faces of the little wizards, he showed a malicious smile.

"All of you, use your best spells on me one by one." Dracula said, "You are already third-year students. Let me see what you have learned in the two years at Hogwarts. What!"

Without waiting for the students to react, he walked straight down the stage and came to a young wizard sitting in the first row.

"Let's start with you, Mr. Hufflepuff." He said to the little wizard with a yellow collar.

Looking at the young man in front of him who was still a little immature but already looked very handsome, Dracula showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, feeling that he had the temperament of a vampire aristocrat.

"Professor Dracula, isn't this appropriate?" The Hufflepuff boy hesitated.

"There is no need to be timid in class." Dracula raised his lips and asked provocatively, "How can you become an outstanding wizard if you don't even have the courage to attack the professor?"

After hearing these words, the young man nodded heavily, "I understand, Professor."

He gritted his teeth and raised his wand to Dracula——

"Stupefy!"

With a smile on his face, Dracula raised his hand slightly and received the coma spell with his palm.

If you observe carefully, you can see that when the magic spell hits Dracula's palm, it is like running water colliding with a rock. The magic attached to it cuts open on the skin, then flows away, and finally dissipates in the air. It didn't cause him the slightest harm.

The little wizards in the classroom all opened their mouths and looked at this scene in disbelief.

"Clean spell casting is quite good for your age." Not paying attention to the shock of the young wizards, Dracula nodded with satisfaction and asked, "What's your name?"

"Digory, Professor. My name is Cedric Diggory," the Hufflepuff boy said.

"Okay, nice stun spell, Mr. Digory." Dracula praised, "Let me think about what rewards the professor should give to the students... By the way, five points for Hufflepuff!"

Dracula was very satisfied with Cedric's spellcasting.

The first student tested had such a level of spellcasting, which gave him some recognition of the teaching level of Hogwarts. At least it lived up to the high expectations of his four best friends a thousand years ago.

Next, Dracula began to look forward to testing the spellcasting abilities of other students to see what surprises they could bring to him.

However, the students indeed brought many "surprises".

The more he tested, the darker his face turned.

It wasn't until he tested a Hufflepuff student who couldn't use any spells that Dracula finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What did you do during your two years at Hogwarts? Huh? Did you just learn to eat?!" he said coldly. The cloak behind him moved automatically without any wind, and the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with an atmosphere of terror.

The little wizards were so frightened that they froze in place and did not dare to move. Some of the timid ones even cried out of fear.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste time like this anymore." Dracula impatiently pointed at all the little wizards in the audience, "All of you, together, cast your best spells on me!"

"The one with the most powerful curse has no homework. The five people with the least powerful curse have double their homework. They come to my office at night and are put in solitary confinement!"

Hearing Dracula's words, Cedric stood up in shock.

"Professor, don't be impulsive! It's easy for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to get into trouble!"

"I'm not impulsive, I'm just too lazy to waste time." Dracula said indifferently, "I can't even scratch an itch with your spell power."

For a moment, the little wizards were stunned by his conceited words.

The only people in the classroom were Fred and George, who were sitting next to each other and winked at each other.

The twins were so happy. Is it so exciting this year? Is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor about to be sent away on his first lesson?

Doesn't that mean they made twenty gold galleons in vain? !

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