After the opening banquet, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. Silence returned to the auditorium.

He gave the young wizards a few things to keep in mind, telling them not to go to the Forbidden Forest and not to cast spells in the corridors.

Dumbledore's expression was not very serious, and these reminders probably didn't help.

At least when Dracula, who was sitting in the professor's seat, glanced down the stage, it was obvious that many Gryffindor wizards had a look of excitement in their eyes.

After saying the precautions and a notice, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Finally, I must tell you that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident or a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." He said earnestly.

There seemed to be a few laughs from the audience, as if they thought Dumbledore was joking.

Dracula curiously turned his gaze to the short man next to him, Professor Flitwick, and asked, "He doesn't look like he's joking." ”

"Oh! Not really. Professor Flitwick replied in a characteristic high-pitched voice, "Albus seems to be trying to protect something, and some time ago I asked a few of our main professors to set up a few interesting levels to prevent that thing from being stolen by thieves. ”

"Oh? How did I not know about this, isn't the Defence Against the Dark Arts class the main course? Dracula asked.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts is the main course, of course! Ahem, even though I haven't enjoyed the treatment of the main class in the past few decades......" Professor Flitwick stroked his mustache and said curtly, "But it's normal that Professor Dracula doesn't know about this, you didn't happen to be there when Albus was looking for someone to set up the level, so let Quirrell set it up for you." ”

"That's right." Dracula nodded.

The next moment, he saw the smile on Professor Flitwick's face freeze.

Standing in the middle of the professorship, Dumbledore faced all the students and flicked his wand, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, twisting and coiling like a snake over the table.

"Each person chooses their favorite tune." Dumbledore said, "Ready, sing!" ”

Hearing the "singing" of all the teachers and students, Dracula's expression froze.

"Wait, a thousand years have passed, and the Hogwarts school song hasn't been composed?!"

In the midst of a noisy, quarrelsome "singing", Dracula asked Professor Flitwick beside him.

Professor Flitwick was so happy not to sing along with the group, but stood in his chair and said equally loudly, "Every Headmaster thinks it's a Hogwarts tradition, and no one wants to break it!" ”

Dracula was silent, not knowing what expression to make.

He vaguely remembers that Ravenclaw wrote the lyrics to the Hogwarts school song a thousand years ago. But given that the music of that era in England was still very backward, people at that time would also play bagpipes, play the monochord and so on.

In order not to let the repertoire of the school song degrade too much of the style of Hogwarts, the four founders passed down the lyrics separately, hoping that future generations would have excellent wizard composers compose beautiful tunes for the Hogwarts school song.

Who would have thought that later principals would take the fact of not composing music for the school song as the founder's deep meaning, and always follow the tradition of free tunes, even to this day a thousand years later......

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After listening to the school song, Dracula returned to his office.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's office is located on the third floor, connected to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor. Every time he had a class, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor only had to open the side door of his office and walk down a short flight of steps to reach the classroom.

Dracula wasn't sure if this was the way it had always been, or if Dumbledore had arranged it specifically to guard against his window-jumping habit......

In an office with a dark aesthetic, Dracula meets with Quirrell, his teaching assistant.

"So the way you get rid of the garlic smell is to cover it with a worse stench??"

Before Quirrell could enter, Dracula frowned and set up a dark barrier, tightly closing it behind it.

"Virtue... Professor Dracula, be considerate... Be considerate of me. Quirrell stammered as he stood behind the barrier. Because I met in Romania... Met a vampire who... In order to prevent him from coming... Come to me, that's all I can do. ”

Hearing Quirrell's reason, Dracula's eyes moved slightly.

"Have you ever seen a vampire in Romania?" He asked curiously.

"It's... Yes. ”

"How are they doing now?" Dracula took a little serious, straightening up from the back of his chair and looking at Quirrell.

"What... What's the situation? Quirrell looked at him blankly.

"Their habits, their way of doing things, their mental outlook, the prosperity of their ethnic groups, and so on." Dracula smiled as if he thought he was kind, and even put Quirrell from behind the barrier into the office, "Don't stress too much, just talk about it." ”

"Uh......" Quirrell stammered as he replied, "just... It's the same as usual, vampires and... Still as brutal as ever, with a blue face and an ugly face... Ugly, skinny ......"

"When he saw me, he pounced on me and tried to suck blood, I... Of course I don't want to, just and... Got into a fight with him. I... We played for a long time, and I used... With a spell to... Chase him away......"

"Enough, it's all nonsense!"

The more Dracula listened, the darker his face became, until he couldn't listen anymore and slapped him out of the door.

"I don't care what reason you find, remove the smell from your body, or expel you, you choose one!"

Quirrell stumbled out the door, the back of his head slamming against the pillar in the hallway.

He reached out to rub his aching head, but halfway through it, a vicious curse sounded in his head.

Quirrell quickly retracted the hand that had almost been pressed against the back of his head, stood up, and left Dracula's office in a slump of rage.

However, he had barely walked a few steps when he was suddenly grabbed back by a large invisible hand.

"One more thing." Dracula once again opened a barrier to keep the scent out, and asked behind the barrier, "I heard you set up a barrier for what Dumbledore was protecting?" Do you know what he's trying to protect? ”

Hearing Dracula's question, Quirrell's whole body tensed up all at once.

"I... I don't know, I'm only responsible for setting up the off... Level. He said cautiously.

"I'm sure you don't know." Dracula pouted, "So what's in the level?" ”

"One... A troll. ”

Quirrell was once again thrown out of the office, his head banging on the same pillar.

"I said, how can you stink like this, it turns out to be the smell of trolls." Dracula furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.

"I'll throw your trolls out of Hogwarts at once, and I'll set up the levels!"

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