While the professors were talking and laughing, a thin male witch walked over with steps that he didn't recognize.

He had greasy hair, sallow skin, a large hooked nose, and a long black robe fluttering with his steps.

Even Dracula knew so much about the existence of bats that he almost thought he was a big bat when he saw his shape!

"Ah, Severus, you're here." Dumbledore greeted him happily and introduced Dracula, "Professor Dracula, this is Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin. ”

"Severus, this Professor Dracula is the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Hearing Dumbledore's introduction to the "Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor", Snape's eyes froze.

Immediately, he raised his deep black eyes to look at Dracula.

"Professor Dracula, right?" He said with a non-smiling smile, as if each word was squeezed out of his teeth little by little, "Before school starts, I think I need to remind you...... Defence Against the Dark Arts is an extremely dangerous subject, and you will be expected to be able to do it according to your abilities. ”

Dracula sensed the malice in Snape's words, and his eyes lifted slightly, and he met him.

The two malicious lines of sight intertwined, as if an invisible spark had ignited.

The burgundy pupils moved slightly, and the deep black eyes suddenly contracted!

Snape took two steps back, his face pale.

Just then, Professor McGonagall stepped forward and stood between the two, blocking the tense view.

"Severus, take your temper away!" She glared at Snape sternly.

Snape took the opportunity to look away, a look of surprise in his eyes.

Seeing his obvious deflated scene, the professors were all taken aback.

No matter how bad the Slytherin dean's reputation is, the professors actually recognize his strength very much. After all, not everyone can become the right-hand man of the Dark Lord with hard power.

However, it was such a Defense Against the Dark Arts expert and a master of the Dementor's Mind that suffered a dark loss in an instant in the confrontation with Dracula's spiritual level!

Ignoring the stunned professors, the dutiful Vice Chancellor McGonagall reacted first and brought Dracula into the auditorium.

"Professor Dracula, don't bother Severus." "Severus always wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, but he didn't get permission from Albus. As a result, he doesn't have a good face for every wizard who successfully applies for this position. ”

Dracula raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the large bat-like figure.

"I didn't expect this position to be quite sought-after." He chuckled.

Professor McGonagall led Dracula to the professorship's chair on the high stage of the Great Hall and gave him a spot away from Snape to prevent the two from clashing again...... Or rather, afraid of the embarrassment of Snape, who had just lost face......

"Now that everyone is here, let's have dinner!" Dumbledore, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, knocked on the plate with a smile on his face.

As his words fell, a variety of rich dishes emerged from the glittering golden plate.

Dracula glanced at his plate with less interest, then raised an eyebrow in surprise and turned his head to look at the center of the professorship.

"I heard that the duck blood soup and pig blood sausage in Poland taste good, and the Mao Xuewang in the East is also quite distinctive, so I ordered the house-elves to add it to the recipe!" Dumbledore winked at him.

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After lunch, Dracula met Quirrell again in his Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"So, are you sure you're going to be my teaching assistant?" Dracula said as he poured himself a large glass of cold water and drank it all in one gulp.

Quirrell's face struggled a little, but he nodded eventually.

"It's... Yes, I'm sure. He stammered.

In fact, Quirrell, or Voldemort, didn't have a hard time making this decision.

On the one hand, there is his obsession with becoming a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and what little dignity is left; On the other side is the opportunity to get close to the Philosopher's Stone, the hope of resurrection......

So Voldemort decisively abandoned his dignity.

As the saying goes, what is dignity? Can you eat it?

And what is dignity to Voldemort? Can you give him more power? Can you get him to escape death?

Obviously, no.

As a "King Gou" who has been lying in the Albanian forests for eleven years, Voldemort even did not hesitate to live like a parasite, living on the body of various small animals to obtain life energy.

It wasn't until Quirrell's arrival that he had some ability to do things.

What's more, the first time Voldemort saw Dracula, he felt a strong dark power on him, and this power brought him an extremely dangerous feeling.

This is also the reason why he ordered Quirrell not to move and evacuate immediately.

After Quirrell's failed escape, Voldemort took over his body and narrowly escaped Dracula's interception with his own dark magic.

During this time, he gained a deeper understanding of Dracula's strength.

So Voldemort had no hope of snatching the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and he had even begun to prepare other plans.

And the letter of appointment from Dumbledore's teaching assistant was like rain in time, allowing Voldemort to pick up his plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts again.

"That's fine, but I have a few requests." Looking at Quirrell in front of him, Dracula took another sip of cold water and said coldly, "First of all, the tasks of grading homework, writing lesson plans, and sorting out papers in the future are all yours, and I won't do these boring things." ”

"Well... Okay, no... No problem. Quirrell paused for a moment, then stammered back.

"Second, if I'm too lazy to go to class one day, you have to teach the students for me."

Quirrell nodded again.

"As for the last ......," Dracula put down the glass of water in his hand, his face suddenly cold, "Finally, let me get rid of this disgusting garlic smell on your body!" ”

Dracula felt sick to his stomach about the smell of garlic coming from Quirrell's body from time to time.

Not only because vampires hate garlic in the first place, but also because as soon as he smelled it, he remembered the Mao Xuewang he had just eaten.

I really don't know what Dumbledore thinks, but he would actually think of letting a cold and eerie vampire eat spicy and fiery hairy blood! And Dracula was curious about this strange thing, so he actually ate a few bites!

Dracula now feels like he's taking a warm sunbath, and that's a real ...... It's hard to put into words!

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