At 21 rue de Montmorency, in a medieval-style room with a strong sense of whimsy, Dracula leans comfortably by the window, his goblet gently rocking.

"So, a lot of interesting things have happened in the hundred years I've been asleep?" He took a sip of the bright red liquor and said thoughtfully.

"A global wizarding war, a love-hate feud between two genius wizards, an interesting fantastic beast expert and his Muggle friends, a terrifying mystery man...... Damn it! How many interesting things have I missed in a hundred years of sleep? ”

Immediately, he looked at the old man in front of him and asked angrily:

"Why don't you wake me up, old fellow?"

In front of Dracula was an old man with all white hair and a wrinkled face, and he was looking helplessly at Dracula leaning against the window.

"You didn't tell me where your coffin was, where am I going to wake you up?" He said.

Dracula silently glanced at the large crystal ball on the workbench by the window, and couldn't help but pout.

"I've known you for hundreds of years, and I still don't know you? I see you're clearly afraid that I'm going to be in the same league as that Grindelwald! He drained the rest of the wine from the glass in one gulp, and said, "Otherwise, your divination skills are not a decoration?" ”

At this moment, another gray-haired old woman came over, refilled Dracula with a glass full of blood-red wine, and then said with a smile:

"I haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and I haven't been moved to the point of crying, so why did I quarrel as soon as we met?"

"Perenal, it's just so good that you're here to judge." Dracula thanked him, then picked up his glass and said dissatisfiedly, "You said that Nicol, this old fellow, did you mean to cause me to miss so many interesting things. ”

The old woman, Perenard Lemay, just smiled and did not give an evaluation.

"Okay, okay, I knew you were going to complain early on, so I found you another interesting place." Nicol Lemay seemed to know that he was wrong, and said with a smile.

Dracula's raised glass paused in mid-air, then turned to look at him.

"There's been a phenomenon at Hogwarts over the years, and I think you'll be interested." "It is said that the subject of Defence Against the Dark Arts has been cursed by the mysterious man, and in fifty years, no professor has been able to stay in this position for a full year. ”

Nicol looked at Dracula's expression and teased, "Well, would the legendary Count Dracula be afraid of such a curse?" ”

An intriguing smile slowly appeared on the corner of Dracula's mouth.

"Interesting."

With a bang, the goblet containing the bright red wine was slapped by Dracula on the windowsill.

Then, he pushed open the window next to him and stepped on the window frame with his foot raised.

"Nicol, Perenal, we'll see you next time!" Dracula turned his head to look at the Lemay couple who had not yet reacted, and smiled happily.

The next moment, he jumped out of the windowsill of Nicol's house.

With the shadow of a bat scattering, Dracula's figure disappeared into the night sky, leaving only the blood-red liquor on the window lattice to shake in the glass.

The bright moon reflected on the liquor is dyed with the bright red of the wine, which is particularly bright......

Mr. and Mrs. Lemay stood stunned, staring at each other.

"Doesn't he even stay for a meal?" Perenal asked with a smile in his eyes.

"Don't you know Dracula yet?" Nicol shook his head slightly and sighed, "He's always been like this, if he finds something interesting, he will see it anyway." ”

"After all, a thousand years is too long and boring......"

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In the silence of the night, a majestic castle stands in the night.

The castle is lined with spires, the lights of countless windows and the stars in the sky reflect each other, and a faint morning glow in the distance adds a wisp of purple red to the edge of the castle, adding to the mysterious and heavy look.

In the candle-lit Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dracula, dressed in black and red robes, quietly appeared by the window, surveying the layout.

The phoenix, who had been lazy and lazy, was startled when she felt his breath, flapped her wings, and landed vigilantly on the shoulders of a white-haired old man at the desk.

The old man was tall and lanky, dressed in a purple wizard's robe, and his silver-white hair and beard were long enough to fit into the belt of his clothes.

Seeing the figure of this uninvited guest, he didn't seem to be surprised at all, but kindly brushed the feathers of Phoenix Fawkes to calm its nervous mood.

Then he looked at Dracula and smiled and gestured to the cups on the table.

"Good morning, Sir Dracula. Nicol often mentions you to me. He said as if he were a friend, "Tea, juice or coffee?" ”

Dracula frowned at the drink in front of him and shook his head slightly.

"No need." He pulled back the chair at his desk and sat down, and said to the old man, "You are the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore?" ”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

At the same time, he rummaged through the drawer of his desk before pulling out a blood-red lollipop.

"I almost forgot, vampires shouldn't like these ordinary drinks." With that, he handed the lollipop to Dracula and said happily, "Try this!" The blood-flavored lollipops that come with Duke Honey's sweet tooth pack, maybe you'll love it? ”

Dracula looked at the lollipop that Dumbledore handed over, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I've come here to discuss something very important with you, and I'm sorry for you to be serious." He decisively rejected the blood-colored lollipop, and with a serious face, he took out a piece of parchment full of intricate runes from his pocket.

"This is the title deed of Hogwarts. Slytherin's lease for Hogwarts was 1,000 years, starting in 991 AD, and this year is 1991, exactly 1,000 years. ”

"Mr. Headmaster, the lease of Hogwarts has arrived!" The corners of Dracula's mouth hooked slightly, "You don't want the Hogwarts students to be displaced either, do you?" ”

Dumbledore's face was stunned for a moment, and he lost his composure again.

He lifted his glasses and took the parchment to look closely.

From Dumbledore's point of view, you can see the magic fluctuations on the parchment that come from the same source as the castle, as well as the magic marks left by each of the four founders, and there is no possibility of falsification.

Thinking back to the era of Dracula's birth, and his legendary relationship with Slytherin, Dumbledore had to admit the authenticity of the title deed.

"Sir Dracula, I have heard that you and the four founders are very good friends." His face slowed and he asked thoughtfully, "Hogwarts is their brainchild, you shouldn't say take it back, right?" ”

"It's up to you to perform." Dracula leaned back in his chair and chuckled, "If you can find me something interesting, maybe I'll push this deadline back a little bit when I'm in a good mood." ”

"It's easy." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and took out a letter of appointment from his desk, "We have a position here as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and the professor in this position changes every year due to various accidents, and I think Sir Dracula will be of some interest to you. ”

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