Chapter 35 Defense Against the Dark Arts class that does not take place in the classroom

After all, Dracula was not punished with probation.

On the contrary, Snape, the dean of Slytherin House and a senior professor of Potions class, was placed on probation by Professor McGonagall for privately provoking a fight between professors, and at the same time deducted half a year. salary.

According to the old professor Kettleburn, who is very nosy, it seems that Professor McGonagall has wanted to do this a long time ago, but he has not taken action because he has not found an opportunity.

As the headmaster of Slytherin, Snape usually has too much history against Gryffindor House. In addition, he never deducts points from his own house, and he specifically targets Gryffindor House to deduct points. "Good" habits have kept Gryffindor at the bottom of the four houses for several years.

Professor McGonagall was furious, but in order to ensure her impartiality as the vice-principal, she really couldn't get angry about this matter.

Now that she finally caught Snape's advantage, why wouldn't she take advantage of it?

But Snape is actually very innocent.

He himself had no intention of fighting Dracula. It could be said that this crooked idea was entirely arranged by Dumbledore, and even such an arrangement even earned him a severe beating.

For this reason, the old principal, who was the culprit, could only shrug his shoulders.

If the big landlord of Hogwarts can't afford to offend him, then the only choice is to let the diligent Snape take the blame...

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November is passing quietly, the weather is getting colder and Christmas is getting closer.

One early morning in mid-December, the students at Hogwarts woke up from their dreams and suddenly found that the surroundings were covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.

The Weasley twins were punished by Professor McGonagall for enchanting several snowballs so that they chased Quirrell around, eventually smashing them into the back of his purple turban.

Quirrell, who was shot, fell to the ground in the snow, looking extremely embarrassed, not at all what an assistant teacher should look like.

But he was secretly relieved.

Ever since Voldemort obtained the Horcrux diary, the weak remnant soul residing in Quirrell abandoned Quirrell's body and occupied the territory of the soul fragment in the Horcrux diary. Nowadays, Quirrell wears the turban not for Voldemort, but just to hide the ugly scar on the back of his head.

Quirrell pulled his arm out of the snow and touched the back of his head, secretly glad that Voldemort had moved his position and was not hit by the snowballs of the two troublemakers. Otherwise, Voldemort, who felt humiliated, would definitely take it out on Quirrell, and his life would be difficult.

However, before Quirrell could get up from the snow, his expression suddenly trembled.

He seemed to have remembered something and stood up hurriedly. Looking at the diary in his arms that was completely soaked in snow, Quirrell suddenly cried and showed an expression of extreme sadness and indignation...

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It was snowing heavily outside the castle, and every classroom in the castle was burning with a strong stove, making the air warm. In such an environment, the students were so sleepy that they yawned.

Dracula held the textbook and frowned as he looked at the yawning little wizards under the podium.

"What are you doing, Weasley?!" he suddenly shouted louder.

The twins who were nodding sleepily in the audience were frightened and jumped up.

"Ah, tell Professor, we didn't do anything!" the two said in unison.

"Then explain, are you two so sleepy that you dare to sleep in my class?" Dracula asked with a sneer.

"Professor, we were locked up by Professor McGonagall yesterday until curfew, and then we went back to the dormitory to finish the homework you assigned." Fred began to complain about Dracula, "Last night, we only slept Three hours, I really can’t stand it anymore…”

"What bad things have you done?" Dracula became a little interested and then asked. "Why do I feel like Professor McGonagall has to put you in solitary confinement every two days?"

George first glanced at Dracula's face quietly and saw that he seemed to be in a good mood. Then he said, "Professor, don't you know about this? We hit Mr. Quirrell on the head with a snowball!"

After saying this, the twins looked at each other, then straightened their chests and showed a proud expression.

Dracula looked at Fred and George's triumphant appearance, and shook his head in confusion.

While shaking his head, he inadvertently looked out the window, caught a glimpse of the snowflakes flying outside, and an interesting idea arose in his mind -

"Well, I think everyone is quite sleepy in this weather." Dracula said with a smirk on the corner of his mouth to the students in the audience, "In that case, let's learn something different today. .”

With that said, he walked to the window of the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom and waved all the windows open.

The cold wind outside surged into the classroom, instantly making the little wizards who were still sleepy shiver.

This time they were completely energetic!

"Our lesson today will be held on the lawn outside the castle." Dracula said, "Now to save time, everyone jumps out of the window with me. Don't worry, I will catch you outside!"

He took the lead and skillfully jumped out of the window, leaving the little wizards stunned.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor was still too low for Dracula. He didn't even use magic and landed lightly on the lawn covered with thick snow.

"You can come down now!" Dracula stepped on the soft snow and shouted to the little wizards in the classroom upstairs.

When Fred and George saw Dracula fighting like this, they no longer felt sleepy. The two of them immediately approached the window, preparing to jump out in the cool manner of the professor.

The dark-skinned Li Jordan was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the hoods of their school robes and said in a panic:

"Hey, aren't you two afraid that something will happen? What if Professor Dracula accidentally fails to catch you?"

"Oh, is our little baby Lee Jordan scared?" Fred teased with a playful smile, "Don't be scared, little cutie, falling directly from the second floor is just a matter of lying in the school hospital for two days, Pomfrey Madam will cure you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fred jumped through the window.

George looked at Lee Jordan, whose legs were still trembling and flustered, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Lee, don't worry. Professor Dracula can even catch Harry when he falls from a high altitude. How come he can't catch us when we jump from the second floor?"

Then he screamed strangely, put his arm around Lee Jordan's shoulders, and dragged him to the window.

Amid Li's screams, the two jumped down together.

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