"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Dracula stared at Nicol Lemay's eyes, "I don't think it would take a real magic stone to lure a tiny Voldemort. ”

Dracula was really not interested in the Philosopher's Stone, and he didn't bother to pick it up when he threw it in front of his eyes.

But if the world's only philosopher's stone is threatened, he will do everything in his power to protect it. Because that's what Nicol lives on!

"Take it easy, Albus will definitely be able to help me protect the Philosopher's Stone." Nicol said with a smile, "I'm not worried about putting the Philosopher's Stone in his hands. ”

"What's more, I also have plenty of elixirs for life. Even if something does happen to the Philosopher's Stone, I have plenty of time to deal with what needs to be dealt with. ”

Hearing this, Dracula frowned deeply.

"Don't you trust Dumbledore very much? So why prepare extra elixirs? He asked.

Lemay's words froze, his eyes avoided Dracula's gaze, pretending to appreciate the play, and his eyes turned to the stage.

Dracula followed him to the spacious stage of the opera house.

The set on the stage is very simple, just a country road, a tree, and the lights are like a dim dusk.

Under the trees in the countryside, the two old homeless men were very bored and impatient, and seemed to have no interest in life. So one of the homeless men unbuckled his trouser belt and hung it on a tree branch, ready to hang himself.

"So, in fact, you are ready to get the Philosopher's Stone back?" Dracula asked softly as he looked at the two old homeless men who were so bored that they hanged themselves.

Nicol sighed lightly.

"As long as the Philosopher's Stone exists in this world, it will always be coveted. This time it's Voldemort, and Albus is coming to fight against it, will there be a more powerful villain next time? At that time, will there be someone like Albus who will protect the Philosopher's Stone? ”

"Brad, you should be able to relate to my feelings, a long life is too boring. And I'm really old. Like this drama, it tells us that life is an endless and hopeless wait. The world is absurd and the world is suffering. ”

Dracula's words of persuasion were momentarily choked in his throat. He knew the boring torment of a long life, otherwise he wouldn't have made it a lifelong pursuit to find fun.

"If you and Perenal are gone, I won't have any friends in this world anymore." After a long silence, Dracula said slowly.

"You'll have better friends." Nicol smiled, "I don't have the vampire advantage, my muscles and limbs are long gone. What's more, I've lived for so long, and I've done everything I should have done and shouldn't have done, and I don't have any regrets. ”

Dracula was silent, absentmindedly watching the antics of the two homeless men on stage.

The homeless man, who had just unbuckled his trousers and was about to hang himself, hung his neck from a tree. But the old belt was too fragile to bear his weight and broke.

The old tramp didn't make it.

The audience laughed at the right time.

Seeing this scene, Dracula also chuckled.

"Old fellow, it's not that easy to die." He turned to look at Nicol, "If I say I'm willing to help you protect the Philosopher's Stone, at least half of the excuses you made before will be nullified!" ”

"As for saying that life is boring, don't worry. In a few years, the definition of magic will be chaotic, and then there will be no interesting people and things to be found? ”

Dracula thought of what he had seen in the Mirror of Eris, and unconsciously hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Also, don't you really want to see the 21st century, the millennium?"

Nicol looked at him in a daze, and then laughed.

"Today's scene is really appropriate." He smiled happily, the wrinkles on his face stretching to the fullest.

The homeless man on the stage lifted his pants and said to his companion, "Shall we go?" ”

"Let's go."

The curtain slowly fell, and the audience resounded with warm applause.

Dracula and Nicol applauded together.

"What's the name of this play?" Dracula asked.

"Waiting for Godot." Nicol said, "Now that I think about it, if I look at this play from another angle, life is not just an endless and hopeless wait. It can be understood as - as long as there is hope, there is still the momentum to move forward. ”

"That's right, the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor you recommended to me is quite promising." Dracula said with a chuckle.

"Then why don't you hurry back to Hogwarts and do your job, Professor Dracula?" Nicol teased.

Dracula bowed his head slightly, turning into a dark moon, which dissipated in place as the phantom of a swarm of bats skimmed by.

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The next moment, Dracula appeared on the window edge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He leaned against the edge of the window and sat casually on the windowsill. A gentle breeze blew, and the black-red cloak and silver hair swayed slightly.

Quirrell was still stumbling over the text.

The little wizards under the podium were a little drowsy, some were playing little games on their own, and some clever ghosts were thinking about how to play tricks on Quirrell.

In the entire class, Hermione Granger seemed to be the only one still listening attentively, taking notes from time to time.

Ron was already lying on the table, half-asleep. Harry, on the other hand, was wandering, staring erratically at the classroom furnishings and the scenery outside the window.

At that moment, he glanced out the window and stumbled upon a silver-haired figure sitting on the windowsill.

"Professor Dracula!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

The other young wizards were not sleepy when they heard Harry's shout, and they all looked up at the direction of the window.

Dracula smiled softly and beckoned to Harry. He then walked over to Quirrell on the podium.

"Virtue... Professor Dracula, how do you... Why did you come back all of a sudden? Quirrell asked, trembling.

"I was just coming back to see how you were doing." "But I really didn't expect you to be able to teach the class like this, isn't that lesson plan pretty well written?" ”

Quirrell was so stunned that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Forget it." Dracula shook his head helplessly, and casually threw Quirrell out of the classroom, "Go wash your trolls clean until they don't smell any of them, and then give them to Dumbledore to put them at the bottom of the level." ”

After giving Quirrell his orders, Dracula adjusted his smile at the little wizards and said happily,

"Students, I can't help you if Quirrell is a substitute teacher." He said, "Next, I'm going to give you a real Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson!" ”

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