On the morning of the second day of school, Harry ushered in his long-awaited first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

In order to avoid repeating the mistake of almost being late for Transfiguration class on the first day, Harry pulled Ron out of bed early, stepped over the steps that would suddenly disappear, and was the first to reach the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Harry, why are we here so early?" Ron leaned on the table and yawned, grumbling, "If you want me to say, we should sleep a little longer." ”

"Fred and George told me that Defence Against the Dark Arts professors can only teach us for a year at most, so no matter what kind of people these professors are, we can survive a year and be fine, and we don't have to worry about them finding trouble!"

"That's not the case, Ron!" Harry immediately retorted, "I met Professor Dracula when Ollivander bought his wand, he was really tall and handsome, and most importantly he wasn't afraid of Voldemort. Professor Dracula must be a powerful wizard! ”

Hearing the terrible name "Voldemort", Ron shuddered and immediately stopped sleepy.

"I can't believe that besides you, the one who defeated the mysterious man, there are other wizards who are not afraid of him!" His eyes widened in surprise.

While the two were talking, another young wizard walked into the classroom with a large pile of books.

It was a little witch with long, messy brown hair and a pair of large front teeth that looked like an enlarged beaver.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley?" Seeing Harry and Ron arrive at the classroom first, the little witch looked a little surprised, "Why are you here?" ”

"Do you mean it's impossible for the two of us to come to the classroom early, Granger?" Ron grimaced, as if he had come up with the idea of coming to the classroom early.

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Hermione said as she placed the large stack of books she was holding in her arms on the table closest to the podium in the first row, "I just...... A little surprised. You know, you did arrive a little late to the Transfiguration class yesterday. ”

Ron felt a little embarrassed and retorted stiffly, "We're lost!" Get lost, understand! ”

Just then, Harry pulled him.

Ron looked up and saw a strange wizard wearing a purple turban and a pale face walk into the classroom and stand behind the lectern.

"That's what you call Professor Dracula, who is tall, handsome, and powerful? Why do you look like you have kidney deficiency......" he whispered to Harry.

"I've seen this professor at the Cauldron too, and he's supposed to be Professor Quirrell. Professor Dracula wouldn't be so vain. Looking at Quirrell's trembling face, Harry said.

Then, he said a little dazedly, "But Professor Dracula was obviously present at the opening banquet the night before yesterday, so why did Professor Quirrell come to teach us in the end?" ”

Ron stared at Quirrell carefully for a moment, then sniffled, "Harry, did you smell Professor Quirrell smelling a very strong and fragrant smell?" ”

"I smell it too, and I think I know what it is." Harry whispered, too, "This should be the smell of perfume, and my uncle-in-law has to spray a lot of it on his face every time he goes to see a client." Although Professor Quirrell's body smells much stronger than the one he sprays! ”

"Why spray this nasty thing? I'm about to suffocate. Ron rolled his eyes and made a retching expression.

He carried his textbooks and slipped with Harry to the back row of the room to sit down, which was a little better.

"Perhaps...... Men with kidney deficiency need this kind of thing to increase self-confidence, right? Harry, who finally caught his breath, guessed.

“……”

As the young wizards arrived in the classroom, the bell tower of Hogwarts rang the melodious bell of the class.

Quirrell spread out the lesson plan and stammered to the students:

"Big... Good morning everyone, I'm Qi... Mr. Quirrell. Today I'm coming... Let's give it to everyone... Take a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

Harry, who had been suffering from the foul smell of perfume for a long time, immediately raised his hand.

"Wave... Mr. Potter? Quirrell looked at him.

"Professor Quirrell, I wonder why it wasn't Professor Dracula who gave us a lesson." Harry plucked up his courage and finished the sentence in one breath, then looked nervously at Quirrell.

Hearing Harry's question, the young wizards in the classroom looked at Quirrell with a look of hope.

Among them, especially the girls who are keen on Dracula's appearance, and the students who sit closer to Quirrell from the source of the perfume, are most eager for Professor Dracula to come to the classroom.

"Virtue... Professor Dracula? Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then explained in a trembling voice, "He... After yesterday's teaching, he was interested in Hogwarts'... I was not satisfied with the teaching, so I was... Let me teach him a few things first... Few days. ”

There was a wail in the classroom.

Quirrell didn't care so much and began to lecture diligently.

Of course, his so-called lectures are stumbling to read out the contents of textbooks and lesson plans, and from time to time he is frightened by the small movements of some students under the podium.

It didn't take a lesson at all, and Quirrell became the laughing stock of the young wizards of the two houses.

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At this moment, Dracula, who allows his teaching assistant to be fun, is not at Hogwarts.

In Paris, at the Opéra Garnier, all the audience watched the performance on stage intently, smiling knowingly.

The performance had just begun, but next to a white-haired old man, several audience members left the theater in a hurry, as if they had suddenly thought of something urgent.

No one present noticed that a dark moon, accompanied by a few bats, suddenly appeared on the vacant seat that had just been vacated.

The dark moon faded, and a silver-haired figure lazily reclined on the back of the luxurious chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and sat down next to the old man.

"Oh, Dracula, those audience members paid to watch the show." The old man turned his head and glanced reproachfully at the vampire professor who had suddenly appeared, "Why did you use the Muggle Expulsion Charm to drive them away?" ”

"What does it matter to me whether they pay or not. I'm not you, I've developed a habit of watching dramas over the years. Dracula pouted.

Then he sat up straight, "Old fellow, I'm here to ask you if there's something you're hiding from me?" ”

"What is our relationship, how can I hide it from you?" Nicol looked innocent.

"You lent out all the magic stones you relied on for survival, and you didn't hide it from me?!" Dracula couldn't hold back and amplified his voice.

Nicol was startled and hurriedly arranged a spell around the perimeter to insulate Dracula's voice.

Then he looked at his best friend of the centuries and complained dissatisfiedly:

"Albus is really, he made you guess it so quickly......"

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