Chapter 25 Voldemort plans to find another way out

So, when other professors heard the noise and rushed to the scene, what they saw was this scene:

The three little Gryffindor wizards used various methods to attack the troll's little head, which was like a cocoa bean. Hermione was a little better and knew a lot of simple spells, while Harry and Ron could only attack with some levitation spells and other spells that looked very unprofessional at first sight.

The giant monster is rough-skinned and fleshy. It is annoyed by the harassment of several people, but there is no way to deal with it. Whenever the big stick in its hand is about to hit the little wizard's head, it will be stopped by Dracula in an instant.

It didn't understand why, but it also instinctively lost its desire to attack, gradually reducing the pressure on Harry and the three of them.

Professor McGonagall, who was originally anxious, rushed over as quickly as possible, but when he saw such a strange scene, he couldn't help but turned to Dumbledore next to him and said:

"Albus, I don't think Professor Dracula's teaching methods are suitable for poor children!"

"Maybe Professor Dracula has his own teaching methods." Dumbledore coughed lightly and laughed with Professor McGonagall.

What can Dumbledore do? He is also desperate! Does he really want to fire a big landlord of Hogwarts over some problems with teaching methods? Do you still want to continue Hogwarts?

At this time, Dracula also saw the troll's fatigue. For the sake of this poor teaching prop, he asked the three Harrys to stop.

"Let's come here first this time, and remember to deal with danger in the way I teach you in the future." He said to the three of them.

The three little ones nodded hurriedly, and then hid behind Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, as if they were afraid that Dracula would arrange some exciting practical tasks for them.

Dracula shook his head with a smile, turned around and looked at Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape who were rushing over. In addition to the three principals and deans, the teaching assistant Quirrell also followed the three professors with a gloomy expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What kind of trick are you playing?" Professor McGonagall turned around and said to the three Harrys with a straight face, with cold anger in his voice, "You are lucky, Professor Dracula discovered you in time, and then I didn’t get killed by it. Why don’t you just stay in the dormitory?!”

Snape gave Harry a quick look with a provocative look, especially checking whether his eyes were damaged. He was relieved when he saw that his eyes were not damaged, and then snorted angrily.

Hermione wanted to take on all the responsibilities alone, but when she was about to speak, her eyes suddenly opened wide in horror.

"Miss Granger, are you going to play tricks with those naughty boys?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's horrified expression and thought she was trying to divert attention like the Weasley twins, so she said angrily.

However, Harry and Ron also immediately showed signs of panic.

"Professor, be careful!" Harry shouted.

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw a huge wooden stick slamming down on Dracula.

Even though the troll has no IQ, after such a long experience of being teased, it gradually realized with its little intuition that Dracula was the culprit that caused him to be teased back and forth by three little wizards!

So it decided to kill this annoying person first, and then go and kill other annoying little wizards.

The wooden stick fell heavily, and everyone present was unable to react in time, thinking that Professor Dracula would repeat the same mistakes as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the past few decades!

The next moment, Dracula raised his hand lightly and firmly grasped the wooden stick in his hand.

The troll suppressed his blush and made a dent in the bathroom floor under his feet, but he could not pull out his wooden stick from the thin and pale fingers.

Dracula glanced at it casually and suddenly let go of his hand.

The troll couldn't hold back his strength for a moment and suddenly pulled out the wooden stick. The wooden stick in his hand hit him hard on the head.

Then the troll fainted.

Afterwards, Dracula looked casually at Harry who had just issued the warning, and asked with a chuckle:

"What's the matter, Mr. Potter?"

"No...nothing, Professor."

Harry swallowed and shook his head.

Seeing the scene where Dracula took the troll's club with his bare hands, not to mention the three young wizards, even Professor McGonagall and Snape showed expressions of astonishment.

"It's very late, it's time to go back and rest." Dracula said softly, not paying attention to their expressions.

As he moved forward, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then burned it clean.

When passing by Quirrell, Dracula gave him a look that seemed to have a meaning, and then passed him by, disappearing under the shadow without the moonlight.

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It's night, in the cramped teaching assistant's office.

After taking off the purple turban that never left his body, Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

On the skin on the back of his head, Voldemort's ferocious face kept roaring, venting the anger and depression in his heart.

"Waste! You are a waste! You can't even see Dracula's defense against you!" Voldemort shouted fiercely, "If I hadn't discovered the mark he left on your shoulder in time, wouldn't you be stupid? Running towards the restricted area on the fourth floor?!"

"Master...Master, I really didn't notice anything unusual about me..." Quirrell said weakly.

"Even if you didn't notice it, Dracula patted you on the shoulder uncharacteristically, didn't you realize there was something wrong?" Voldemort asked, "Your poor performance is full of leaks. Now Lian Xi Fleurs also noticed something wrong with you."

"Damn it, why do I have to possess you and not Severus!"

Voldemort now hates iron more than steel, and hates Quirrell more than Snape.

But now he could not reveal his identity in front of Snape, a former die-hard Death Eater.

On the one hand, it is because in such a weak state that he possesses Quirrell, not only will he lose face in front of his former subordinates, but it will also seriously lose his prestige, and may even cause rebellion among his subordinates.

On the other hand, Voldemort has been dormant for eleven years after all. But Snape gained Dumbledore's trust during this period, and Voldemort simply couldn't believe whether he was still as loyal as before.

So he could only place his hope on this very unsatisfactory Quirrell.

"No, it's no longer safe for me to stay with Quirrell." Voldemort said to himself, "Besides, his life force is not enough. I must find other ways out!"

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