"It's ...... Spooky wood? Looking at the plank Dracula pulled out, an expression of surprise appeared on Ollivander's face, "This is one of the best materials for necromancy and dark magic in the record!" ”

Then he scratched his chin again and wondered, "But as far as I know, this wood seems to have been extinct for years, before it ......"

Ollivander stared at the hexagonal plank in Dracula's hand, pondering the hexagonal shape that was just the size of a person, and his eyes gradually widened.

"You can't have lifted someone else's coffin board, right?!"

Dracula's face darkened.

"Don't talk nonsense, you just say don't do it!"

"Yes, of course!" Ollivander said with a little excitement, "How could I miss such a rare material!" ”

"What rod core, dragon heartstring or phoenix feather do you want? Forget about the unicorn tail hair, it's not for you......"

When it came to the topic of making wands, Ollivander immediately became chattering.

Dracula raised his hand and interrupted his chatter.

"I'm not interested in these three cores, is there any other option?"

"Responsibly, I've come to the conclusion after decades of testing that the three cores of the unicorn, the dragon's heartstring and the phoenix feather are the most stable of all the cores!" Ollivander said confidently. "That's why I never use any other material than these three for the core of the rod!"

Hearing this, Dracula curled the corners of his mouth with interest.

"Isn't it okay to add money?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm a principled person, I think you're looking at the wrong person." Ollivander was unmoved.

"Principles can change, don't they?"

Dracula said softly, pinching the little finger of his right hand.

With a "click", the little finger of the right hand snapped in response, and then was dragged down.

A pitch-black flame swept through, and only a slender white phalanx bone remained on this little finger, as smooth as jade......

Ollivanders' eyes widened, and he watched as Dracula looked indifferent, like a bystander, and indifferently handed over the phalange.

The little finger of his right hand grew back at an alarming rate, returning to its intact, pale, slender appearance in the blink of an eye.

"You...... You're ......," he looked at Dracula's deep burgundy eyes and long silver hair, a slightly knowing look.

"Keep your mouth shut." Dracula's eyes are dangerous.

"No, no, no, I want to pick up on the previous sentence......" Ollivander immediately changed his words and sneered, "I mean, you are so accurate!" ”

As he spoke, he enthusiastically took Dracula's coffin board and little finger bone.

"The material of the wand of the eerie wood and the core of the finger bone of the powerful magical creature are a perfect combination!" Ollivander exclaimed, "Rest assured, Ollivanders' wand will not disappoint you!" ”

At this moment, a ding-dong bell rang.

This means that there are new guests coming to the Ollivanders Wand Shop.

Seeing this, Ollivander immediately restrained the smile on his face and once again showed an unfathomable expression.

Dracula looked curiously at the door of the shop and saw two figures, one large and one small, hesitating into the narrow space.

This difference in body size is extremely exaggerated-

The smaller one is a boy, short in stature, very thin, giving the impression of stunted growth; The larger one, both horizontally and vertically, seemed to have two strong men stacked together, and when he entered such a small shop, he almost squeezed out the door frame of Ollivander.

"Good afternoon." Ollivander said softly, "Yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's not a problem. Your eyes ......"

"Hey, aren't you the kid who was surrounded by a group of people before?" Dracula looked curiously at the thin boy with round-rimmed glasses, interrupting Ollivander in a mood that had just been brewing.

"Don't you know me?" The boy was taken aback.

"Should I know you?" Dracula asked amusedly.

Before the boy could speak, the super big man next to him said with a shocked face, "What? You don't know Harry Potter, the boy who didn't die?! ”

His voice was so loud that it shook the almost ceiling-high wand boxes in the Ollivanders wand shop.

Dracula glanced at the dust flying in the store with disgust, and his sleeves moved slightly, fanning a light breeze to blow the dust out of the store.

Then he walked up to the boy and looked with interest at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which was more than half obscured by his hair.

"Are you the Savior Harry Potter? I can't really see it from the outside. Dracula looked at the boy's thin body and shabby clothes, and was amazed.

"If nothing else, I should be your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor when you enter the school, and you can call me Professor Dracula." The dedicated vampire professor immediately assumed the role of the professor and said to the first student he met.

"We'll have plenty of time to study how you defeated Voldemort."

Hearing Dracula's unabashed call for the name Voldemort, both the big man and Ollivander shuddered.

It was little Harry, who looked up at the tall and handsome silver-haired man in front of him, and was even a little moved.

In the short one day he had traveled from the Muggle world to the wizarding world, he had heard too many wizards mention "mystery men" in front of him.

It's as if everyone knew that Harry had defeated the "mystery man", but they didn't know that the name of that man was actually Voldemort.

At this time, the image of Dracula suddenly rose in little Harry's heart.

But at this time he still has a question.

"Professor, but when I was at the Cauldron just now, there was a Professor Quirrell who also said he would be my Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." Harry asked, "Are there two professors of Defence Against the Dark Arts?" ”

Hearing this, Dracula's face sank.

"Oh? Someone took my place? He sneered, and even the air in the shop became a few degrees colder.

"This kind of interesting work, no one can snatch it from my hands."

With that, he waved his hand at Ollivander and Harry and headed straight for the Leaky Cauldron.

The trio in the Ollivander Wand Shop watched Dracula depart tremblingly, relieved only when he was completely away.

"Where did Dumbledore get such a horrible professor......" Hagrid muttered, rubbing his stiff face.

At this moment, the relieved Ollivander picked up the words that he had not had time to finish before, and said to the savior boy in an unfathomable manner:

"I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother's. It was like yesterday when she came here to buy her first wand......"

However, Harry had lost all interest in his words, and his mind was full of hopes for the future of Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"Compared to the stammering Professor Quirrell who wears a strange turban, the powerful and handsome Professor Dracula is really more reliable!" Harry thought.

……

……