Chapter 30 The mysterious black-haired boy
Outside the chaotic Quidditch pitch, a mysterious black-haired boy walked slowly towards the Hogwarts castle.
Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, as if he felt something. Immediately afterwards, his figure suddenly became transparent and completely disappeared into the air.
The blank diary in his hand fell to the ground without any movement, just like the most ordinary notepad left by a little wizard.
Dracula was holding an umbrella, and his figure quietly appeared near the area where the black-haired boy disappeared.
His burgundy eyes glanced around the area, and when his eyes passed by the diary that fell on the ground, he condensed slightly, only to find that it was just an ordinary notebook, and then he moved it carelessly. Opened my sight.
"It's strange, there were indeed some different magic fluctuations here just now." Dracula said with some confusion, holding an umbrella.
At this moment, a group of energetic Gryffindor little lions wearing gold and red uniforms ran over carrying brooms.
They gathered Harry, who had just made a great achievement, in the middle, and excitedly waved to Dracula. Two of Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione, were also with the group.
"Professor, thank you so much this time!" Wood, as the captain of the Quidditch team, was the first to hold back his awe of Dracula and stepped forward to thank him.
Harry also squeezed out from the middle of the team, looked at Professor Dracula, whom he admired, and hesitated not knowing how to speak.
"Professor, you saved Harry's life!" His good friend Hermione spoke first, and she said guiltily, "Because of my error in judgment, I almost interrupted Professor Snape's counter-spell. Harry was killed. If it weren't for your bat, I'd have to blame myself for the rest of my life..."
"Yes, Professor!" Ron echoed excitedly, "That big bat of yours is so cool! When can you teach it to us in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"
"I'm serious, Ron!" Hermione glanced at him.
"Do you all want to learn?" Dracula retracted his gaze and looked at Ron and the Gryffindor wizards with interest.
The little lions nodded quickly.
"Of course, I can teach you." Dracula said.
But before they could show their surprised expressions, he smiled maliciously again, "But it will have to wait until your Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures classes all get ordinary grades. Only after passing 'O (Excellent)' in the wizard level examination can you have enough ability to learn this magic."
Hearing these words, the little lions, who were looking forward to it, suddenly became wilted.
As freshmen, Harry and Ron looked blankly at the other seniors who were crying, wondering what this "O" stood for.
"You may not know what 'O' means." Seeing the blank expressions on the two men's faces, Fred moved closer to them...or to Harry, and faced him and said, "Harry, you know Percy Right? Look at his attitude of almost learning to be stupid, just to get a few more 'O's."
"And you may not be able to get it!" George also approached Harry and added.
Harry couldn't help but shudder when he thought about Percy rushing to the library after class every day without any sign of taking a break.
"Hey! I'm your brother!" Ron shouted dissatisfiedly as he looked at the backs of the heads of the two brothers facing Harry.
The Weasley twins turned their heads and winked at him, showing no intention of explaining anything to him.
Dracula stood under the umbrella, happily watching their complaining performance, and deeply felt that this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was not in vain. Just persecuting the little wizard was very enjoyable.
"Okay, congratulations on winning the competition." He said perfunctorily, and then walked to his office holding an umbrella.
He really doesn’t want to bask in the sun anymore!
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After Dracula and the little wizards left one after another, the seemingly ordinary blank diary that fell to the ground suddenly changed——
Streams of ink emerged from the diary, gradually condensing into a dark human shape, and then changing into all the colors on the human body.
A tall boy with black hair appeared next to the diary, bent down and picked it up.
The boy was very young, no more than sixteen years old. His outline was blurry, and there was a strange, hazy shimmer around him. It was very strange, as if he was looking at him through a fogged window.
"It's really unpleasant to have to borrow your own Horcrux to reveal your body." The boy stood up straight while holding the diary. There was a hint of sinister intent in his expression.
The next moment, the diary moved automatically without any wind, and suddenly opened to a blank page in the boy's hand.
Several traces of ink were outlined on the white paper, and gradually combined into a sentence——
"You can't just take my stuff!"
The font is very beautiful, but it looks a little twisted and messy, with a deep dissatisfaction with the boy's behavior.
"Of course I can." The boy smiled darkly, "I am your past, present and future, and your things are mine."
"And I am your everything!"
He forcibly closed the diary in his hand and walked straight to Hogwarts Castle.
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What happened at the Quidditch match put the professors at Hogwarts on alert.
Professor McGonagall organized a large-scale search, inspected various areas of the castle, and conducted strict checks on the staff, hoping to find the wizard who used the breaking spell to eliminate the effect of the slowing spell on her and Snape. .
In the professor lounge, all the faculty and staff have basically been screened. Everyone is an experienced employee who knows the basics, and there are no obvious problems. Dracula, who had just come to teach, received Dumbledore's guarantee, leaving only the suspicious Quirrell who was still unwilling to take off his turban.
"Assistant Quirrell, are you really unwilling to take off your turban?" Dracula crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa in the professor's lounge, and looked at Quirrell and asked.
Even if it was confirmed that Quirrell was not the one who placed the curse on Harry's broom, Dracula knew that he had many secrets. So taking this opportunity, Dracula prepared to reveal part of his secret.
"Professor Dracula, I...it's really inconvenient for me to take off my...turban." Quirrell stammered.
"Then you won't cooperate with the work of Hogwarts?" Dracula raised his eyebrows.
"No...that's not the case." Quirrell suppressed his blush and looked like he didn't know what to say.
"It's just a turban, it won't lose your head." Dracula said with a smile, "Is there something else hidden in your turban?"
Quirrell made an expression as if he had been wronged, gritted his teeth, and resolutely reached out his hand to the turban.
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