Chapter 19 It’s great to be young
Seeing the person coming, the Weasley twins trembled.
"Professor McGonagall, why are you here?" they said with a smile.
As they spoke, the two of them each put one hand behind their backs, and in tacit agreement, Fred took away the coins and George took away the gambling boards.
"I came here to tell Wood something, but I didn't expect to see you here cheating people on bets!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips into a thin line, "I originally ended your confinement early because I wanted you to help Wood train the new recruits. Members of the Quidditch team. Now it seems that if I don’t lock you up enough, you won’t have a long memory!”
"And you, Wood! If you don't seize the time to train Potter's Quidditch skills, why are you hanging out with these two troublemakers and betting?!"
Wood's originally tall figure seemed to cower together for an instant, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I was wrong."
At the same time, he secretly reached out and slapped the Weasley twins next to him, and whispered, "You two have made me miserable!"
However, the two Weasleys paid no attention to his slap at this time, and all their attention was focused on what Professor McGonagall had just said.
"Potter? Harry Potter is joining our Quidditch team!" Fred and George looked at each other and exclaimed.
Wood rushed up and covered their mouths, lowering his voice and said to them: "Keep your voice down, Potter is our secret weapon, don't let other colleges know!"
The twins nodded hastily.
After Wood took his hand away, the two of them patted their chests and reassured Professor McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall, we will never do it again!" Fred vowed, "But the Quidditch team cannot do without us, we are the best beaters!"
"That's right, our Transylvania fake move is just like the real thing. It's the kind that won't be called a foul even if it hits Slytherin in the face!" When George got here, he started to digress.
Professor McGonagall looked at these two living treasures helplessly, nodded, and said with a straight face: "I won't do this again!"
The Weasley twins hurriedly agreed.
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After promising Professor McGonagall, the Weasley twins immediately ran to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
"You mean, you want to bet with me?" Dracula asked with interest, half lying on the soft sofa in the office, "As far as I know, your dean doesn't like to see you doing this. Something happened."
"It's not important!" George waved his hand, "As long as we keep this kind of thing confidential, Professor McGonagall won't be able to find out that we are making a bet."
Fred next to him also nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this problem. As long as you don't tell me, professor, and we don't tell you, how can anyone else know?"
"Professor, if you think about it, you won't lose anything."
"We both bet on the victory of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. If we win, you give us twenty gold galleons, which just offsets the previous payment, and you have no loss at all; if we lose, you It’s even more like making twenty galleons with blood!”
"That's it, and even if you lose, it will have great significance in motivating students to win." George and Fred sang in harmony, "We heard from our idiot brother Ron that you are Harry's most admired person. Professor. If Harry knows that you are paying attention to this game, he will definitely gain greater motivation!"
"Yes, yes, it's not a waste to spend a little money to help your dear students gain motivation to win!"
Dracula watched the two people's very lively and interesting performance, and was amused by this pair of live treasures.
"Okay, I promise to make a bet with you." He laughed dumbly, "Even if I spend twenty galleons to buy you to perform here, it's not a loss."
Fred and George were overjoyed.
"Professor, you are my god!"
"Professor, if you still need a performance, you can call us anytime!"
Dracula smiled and waved his hand, telling the two of them to go back to the dormitory to rest.
The twins looked excited and bowed comically as they walked to the door.
Fred, who was walking behind, grabbed the door handle of the office. When he was about to close the door, he seemed to have thought of something, and stuck his face through the crack of the door again.
"Professor, you must come to our Quidditch match then!"
Seeing Dracula nodding, Fred closed the door happily, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office finally became quiet.
Dracula was half lying on the sofa, the happy smile on his face not diminishing for a long time.
"How about it? Does staying with young people make you more energetic?"
On the desk not far away, Nico Flamel's figure appeared on the bronze mirror engraved with a phoenix relief, smiling at Dracula.
Dracula nodded gently and sighed:
"Yeah, it's nice to be young."
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After class in the afternoon, Dracula left the task of writing lesson plans and correcting homework to Quirrell, then covered his mouth and nose with a look of disgust and left Quirrell's simple office.
Compared with Professor Dracula, who has many admirers and is rumored by students to be a god, Mr. Quirrell, the assistant teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is much miserable.
Regarding the smell of perfume on Quirrell's body, one of the most recognized opinions among students is that as Harry said, men with weak kidneys need to rely on this external thing to find confidence!
As an adult male wizard, Quirrell's eyes often twitched and his face was always pale. There is a big difference between his pale complexion and Dracula's pale complexion. Quirrell's face looks sick at first glance, while Dracula's pale skin has some enchanting beauty.
In addition, Quirrell is always very anxious, often shaking, stammering when speaking, and wearing a strange purple turban. As we all know, the color purple already had a different connotation in Britain at the end of the 20th century...
These strange characteristics have made Quirrell a recognized image of a man with kidney deficiency in everyone's mind. Everyone felt pity for him but also had disgust, and while staying away from him, they couldn't help but think he was funny and couldn't help but want to see his jokes.
At this moment, the whole Hogwarts joke is respectfully sending Dracula out of the office.
Afterwards, Quirrell carefully looked outside the door. After making sure that Dracula was far away, he placed numerous defensive spells on the office door, then slowly sat down between the two mirrors and took off his purple turban. .
With the light reflected from the two mirrors, Quirrell looked at the ferocious face behind his head with trembling eyes.
"Master...Master, I have become the laughing stock of Hogwarts now. No one will notice our actions anymore, right?"
Quirrell said to Voldemort tremblingly.
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