So, when the other professors heard the movement and rushed to the scene, they saw this scene:

The three Gryffindor wizards used all their methods to attack the troll's cocoa-bean-like head. Hermione was a little better and knew a lot of simple spells, while Harry and Ron could only attack with some hovering charms and other unprofessional spells at first glance.

The troll has rough skin and thick flesh, and is annoyed by the harassment of a few people, but there is no way to deal with it. Whenever the big stick in its hand was about to hit the little wizard's head, it would be stopped by Dracula for a split second.

It didn't understand why, but it instinctively lost its desire to attack, allowing the pressure on the three of Harry to gradually ease.

Professor McGonagall, who was originally anxious, rushed to the scene as fast as she could, but when she saw such a strange scene, she couldn't help but turn her head and say to Dumbledore next to her:

"Albus, I don't think Professor Dracula's teaching methods are suitable for poor children!"

"Maybe Professor Dracula has his own teaching methods." Dumbledore coughed lightly and snorted with Professor McGonagall.

What can Dumbledore do, he is also desperate! Was he really going to fire a big Hogwarts landlord for the slightest problem with his teaching methods? Hogwarts doesn't want to do it anymore.

And at this time, Dracula also saw the fatigue of the troll. For the sake of the poor teaching prop, he told the three of Harry to stop.

"Let's get here this time, and remember to deal with danger the way I taught you." He said to the three.

The three nodded busily, and then got behind Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, as if they were afraid that Dracula would give them some exciting combat mission.

Dracula shook his head with a smirk, and turned to look at Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape hurrying in. In addition to the three principals and deans, Quirrell, the teaching assistant, also followed the three professors with uncertain expressions, not knowing what to think.

"What the hell are you guys up to?" Professor McGonagall grimaced, turned to the three Harry, and said with a cold anger in her voice, "Lucky for you, Professor Dracula spotted you in time to avoid being killed by it." Why don't you stay in the dorm honestly?! ”

Snape glanced at Harry with a threatening look, especially to see if his eyes were damaged, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't hurt his eyes, and then snorted angrily.

Hermione wanted to take all the responsibility alone, but just as she was about to speak, her eyes suddenly widened in horror.

"Miss Granger, are you going to play tricks on those naughty bags too?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's frightened expression, thinking she was going to be distracted like the Weasley twins, and said angrily.

However, Harry and Ron immediately showed signs of horror.

"Professor, be careful!" Harry shouted.

Professor McGonagall turned around to see a large wooden rod slamming down on Dracula.

Even if the troll no longer has an IQ, after being teased for so long, it gradually realizes with its little intuition that Dracula is the culprit who caused him to be fiddled back and forth by the three little wizards!

So it decided to kill this annoying person first, and then go and go to the other annoying little wizards.

The sticks fell heavily, and everyone present was caught up in the reaction, thinking that Professor Dracula would repeat the mistakes of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors for decades!

The next moment, Dracula raised his hand lightly and grasped the wooden stick in his hand steadily.

The troll blushed and sunken the bathroom floor beneath his feet, but could not pull his stick out of its seemingly thin pale finger anyway.

Dracula glanced at it casually and abruptly let go of his hand.

The troll couldn't hold back for a moment, and suddenly pulled the stick out. The wooden stick in its hand slammed into its own head.

Then the troll fainted.

Then, Dracula casually looked at Harry, who had just issued a warning, and asked with a chuckle:

"What's the matter, Mr. Potter?"

"No... Nothing, Professor. ”

Harry swallowed and shook his head.

Watching Dracula receive the troll's stick empty-handed, let alone the three little wizards, even Professor McGonagall and Snape showed stunned expressions.

"It's late, it's time to go back and rest." Dracula didn't care about their expressions and whispered.

As he walked forward, he took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then set it on fire.

As he passed Quirrell, Dracula gave him a look of meaning that seemed to be meaningful, and then staggered past him, disappearing into the shadows that did not shine in the moonlight.

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It was night, inside the cramped office of the teaching assistant.

Untying off the purple turban that never left him, Quirrell fell to his knees, trembling.

On the skin on the back of his head, Voldemort's hideous face was roaring incessantly, venting the anger and depression in his heart.

"Rubbish! You're a piece of shit! You can't even see Dracula's defense of you! Voldemort shouted fiercely, "If I hadn't found the mark he left on your shoulder in time, wouldn't you have foolishly run to the forbidden area on the fourth floor?!" ”

"Lord... Master, I really didn't notice anything out of the ordinary......" Quirrell said weakly.

"Even if you don't notice it, Dracula pats you on the shoulder uncharacteristically, don't you realize there's something wrong?" Voldemort asked, "Your clumsy performance has been leaked. Now even Severus senses that something is wrong with you. ”

"Damn, why did I possess you instead of Severus!"

Voldemort now hated iron more than steel, and Quirrell didn't hate Snape.

But he couldn't reveal himself to Snape, a former die-hard Death Eater.

On the one hand, because with his weak state of possession of Quirrell, it is not only a matter of losing face in front of his former subordinates, but also a serious loss of his prestige, and may even cause his subordinates to rebel.

Voldemort, on the other hand, has been dormant for eleven years after all. Snape, on the other hand, had the trust of Dumbledore during this time, and Voldemort couldn't believe that he was still as loyal as he had been.

So he could only hope for this very uncompetitive Quirrell.

"No, it's not safe for Quirrell right now." Voldemort said to himself, "Besides, his life force is not enough, I must find another way out!" ”

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