"You idiot!" Voldemort roared at Quirrell in the mirror, "It's been so many days, and you can't even see that Dracula is guarding against you?" ”

Quirrell's expression was visibly confused, "Guarded? Why would he be on the lookout for a Hogwarts joke? ”

"It's not all because of you waste, that I had to do it myself that day." Voldemort said coldly, "The magic I used to take you away at that time was too rare to be able to control with the strength you showed. ”

"Now I even suspect that he agreed to let you come to Hogwarts to study the magic I took you away from, and the secrets of you!"

"It's... How's this... What to do? Quirrell's stammering was startled, "Then wouldn't I have to be watched by him all the time, and... No more chance to find the Philosopher's Stone? ”

"Don't worry, we can wait for a chance." Voldemort said gloomily, "Wait for a chance where everyone gets together and doesn't care about you." When the time comes...... you do this"

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The opportunity Voldemort said to Quirrell didn't have to wait too long.

Immersed in a teaching career with many young people, more than a month passed quietly, and Dracula was about to usher in his first Halloween at Hogwarts.

In the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the castle's main tower, Dracula leans against a wall covered in portraits, next to him a pointed wizard's hat.

There was a slit in the brim of the hat, and two folds formed a pair of eyes. At this time, the brim and folds of this hat formed a loveless expression, and its despair simply made the man silent and the woman wept!

"Woooooooooo......oo You can't do this to me, I'm a magic hat with thoughts, and every grain of dust on my body is a symbol of all my vicissitudes......" The Sorting Hat cried out heartbreakingly, "and now, look at the difference between me and those ordinary hats! ”

At this point, the original tattered and dusty Sorting Hat was simply brand new! All the worn, patched areas were repaired and patched neatly, and the dirty exterior was cleaned clean.

The Sorting Hat now resembles a brand new wizard's hat, and there is no indication that it is actually a thousand years old.

"Aren't you uncomfortable not taking a shower for so long? Why aren't you happy if I'm here to clean it up for you? Dracula looked playfully at the new Sorting Hat.

He tossed it up, then reached out to catch it, and tossed it again, having a lot of fun.

"Stop, stop! I'm going to throw up! The Sorting Hat spun and begged for mercy, "I was wrong, Lord Earl, and I shouldn't have been the slightest bit dissatisfied with your decision!" ”

Dracula heard the Sorting Hat's plea for mercy, and his hand stopped, placing it casually on a nearby stool.

"Well, do you still want to protest?" Dracula asked at it with a slight hook at the corners of his mouth.

His slender fingers hung over the brim of the Sorting Hat, as if the hat's answer was slightly unsatisfactory, and he was ready to continue to let it experience the joy of free fall and spinning in the air.

"Don't protest, I don't dare anymore." The Sorting Hat's tone was wilted, and he said absentmindedly, "Spare me, Lord Earl." I just didn't get used to it just now, but now I feel good that I'm getting used to it. ”

Dracula withdrew his hand, much to the Sorting Hat's deep relief.

On the portrait wall next to it, portraits of past principals also recognize the new and clean image of the Sorting Hat.

A Slytherin-born headmaster with sparse eyebrows and a goatee commented:

"It's good, I finally don't have to be affected by a tattered hat every day when I wake up."

Dracula looked up and saw that the headmaster's name, Phineas Nigelus Black, was underneath the portrait. Dracula didn't know the headmaster, and Phineas Black was supposed to be the wizard who became the headmaster after he was asleep.

At this point, another witch picked up the subject, "Sir Dracula, I remember looking for you several times when I was headmaster, but you didn't even bother to come to Hogwarts to meet me. Why is it that now that Dumbledore has been changed to be the headmaster, you have come and applied to be a professor yourself. ”

She looked straight at Dracula, and her tone was a little sour.

"Ah, Dalyse, long time no see." Dracula raised his hand and greeted the intellectual and elegant Principal Daris Derwent in the portrait.

Then, without hesitation, he threw the pot at Dumbledore, "Dalyse, the years you were Headmaster managed Hogwarts too safely and steadily, I am afraid I couldn't find anything interesting in the past." ”

"But it's different now, and there's a lot of fun to be done at Hogwarts under Dumbledore, like this Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship, which changes every year, and I'm interested in it."

Headmaster Derwent chuckled and turned his gaze to Dumbledore, who was looking helplessly at the moment.

"Professor Dracula, how do I feel like you're speaking ill of me to my face?" Dumbledore stood up from behind his desk and walked over to Dracula.

"Not really, I'm just telling the truth." Dracula silently changed the subject, "I was just distracted by the Sorting Hat and patronized it to do a big cleaning, and I haven't asked you what you called me here for?" ”

Dumbledore happily changed the subject, and Dracula continued:

"It's not a big deal. Isn't it almost Halloween? The festival is quite in line with the temperament of the vampire count, so I wanted to ask, does Professor Dracula have any ideas for a show or something? ”

"Show?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, "I remember you telling me not to reveal the vampire's identity as much as possible, to prevent some of the students' parents from protesting. ”

"Other times are not suitable for revealing identity, but Halloween is different." Dumbledore smiled, "No matter what you become on Halloween, the wizards and professors will think it's role-playing, and they won't really doubt Professor Dracula's identity." ”

"Forget it, it's too troublesome to perform a show or something." Dracula shook his head, "But I can write a letter for you to get a well-known half-blood vampire singer to perform." I just need to call him over and ask about something. ”

"In addition, the setting of the Great Hall can also be left to me, with the lack of imagination of the Hogwarts professors, it is really not convenient to do such a thing!"

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