Outside the chaotic Quidditch pitch, a mysterious black-haired boy walks slowly in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, as if he felt something. Immediately after, his figure suddenly became transparent and completely disappeared into thin air.

The blank diary in his hand fell to the ground, and there was no movement, like the most ordinary notepad left behind by a young wizard.

Dracula held an umbrella and crept into the area where the black-haired boy had disappeared.

His burgundy pupils glanced around, and his gaze froze slightly when he passed the diary that had fallen to the ground, only to find that it was just an ordinary book, and then looked away carelessly.

"It's strange, there are indeed some different magic fluctuations here just now." Dracula held the umbrella and said with some confusion.

At that moment, a group of energetic Gryffindor cubs wearing golden red uniforms came running over with broomsticks.

They hugged Harry, who had just made a great achievement, and waved excitedly at Dracula together. Two of Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione, were also on the sidelines.

"Thank you so much, Professor!" As the captain of the Quidditch team, Wood took the lead in holding back his awe of Dracula and stepped forward to thank him.

Harry squeezed out of the middle of the line, looking at Professor Dracula, whom he admired, and didn't know how to speak.

"Professor, you saved Harry's life!" It was his good friend Hermione who spoke first, and she said guiltily, "Just now I interrupted Professor Snape's counter-spell because of my misjudgment, and I almost killed Harry. If it weren't for your bat, I'm afraid I'd blame myself for the rest of my life......"

"Yes, Professor!" Ron chimed in excitedly, "That big bat of yours is cool!" When will it be taught to us in Defense Against the Dark Arts class? ”

"I'm serious, Ron!" Hermione glanced at him.

"Do you all want to learn?" Dracula retracted his gaze from his surroundings and looked with interest at Ron and the Gryffindor wizards.

The little lions nodded their heads hurriedly.

"Of course, I can teach you." Dracula said.

But before they could show a look of surprise, he smiled evilly, "But you won't be able to learn this magic until you have all received 'O' (Excellent) in Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Magical Beast Protection classes." ”

Hearing this, the little lions who had been looking forward to it suddenly wilted.

As freshmen, Harry and Ron looked blankly at the other seniors who wanted to cry without tears, not knowing what the "O" stood for.

"You may not know what the 'O' means." Fred saw the blank expressions of the two and leaned over to them...... Or rather, leaning over to Harry and facing him, "Harry, you know Percy, right?" Look at his stupid posture, just to get a few more 'O's'. ”

"And you may not be able to get it!" George also leaned in front of Harry and added.

Harry shuddered at the thought of Percy running to the library every day after class, without the slightest hint of a break.

"Hey! I'm your brother! Ron looked at the back of the heads of the two brothers facing Harry and yelled in dissatisfaction.

The Weasley twins turned their heads and winked at him, not meaning to explain to him.

Dracula stood under the umbrella and watched their bitter performance happily, deeply feeling that this Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was not in vain, and the persecution of the little wizard alone was very pleasant.

"Alright, congratulations on your victory." He said perfunctorily, then walked to his office with his umbrella in his hand.

He just doesn't want to bask in the sun anymore!

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After Dracula and the little wizards left, they fell to the ground, and the seemingly ordinary blank diary suddenly changed-

Strands of ink emerge from the diary, gradually condensing into a pitch-black human form, and then changing into all the colors of the person.

A tall, dark-haired boy appeared next to the diary, bent down and picked it up.

The boy was very young, never more than sixteen. His outline was blurred, and there was a strange, misty shimmer around him, strange, as if he were looking at him through a foggy window.

"It's really unpleasant to borrow your own Horcrux to reveal your body." The boy took the journal and stood up straight. There was a faint hint of gloom in his expression, which was wantonly revealed.

The next moment, the diary was windless and automatic, and suddenly in the boy's hand turned to a blank page of paper.

Several traces of ink were sketched on the white paper, and gradually combined into one sentence——

"You can't just take my stuff!"

The font is very good-looking, but it looks a little distorted and messy, with a deep dissatisfaction with the boy's behavior.

"Of course I can." The boy smiled gloomily, "I am your past, present, and future, and your stuff is my stuff." ”

"And I'm your everything!"

He forcibly closed the journal in his hand and walked straight to Hogwarts Castle.

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What happened at Quidditch made the Hogwarts professors more vigilant.

Professor McGonagall organized a search, patrolling all areas of the castle and conducting a rigorous search of the faculty and staff, hoping to find the wizard who had used the Breaking Charm to remove the effects of her and Snape's slowing spell.

In the professor's lounge, all the faculty and staff have basically been screened, and everyone is an old employee who knows the roots, and there are no obvious problems. Dracula, who had just come to teach, was vouched for by Dumbledore, leaving Quirrell unwilling to take off his turban.

"Assistant Quirrell, are you really reluctant to take off your headscarf?" Dracula asked, leaning back on the couch in the professor's lounge, crossed his legs, and looked at Quirrell.

Even if it was certain that Quirrell wasn't the one who cast a curse on Harry's broomstick, Dracula knew he had a lot of secrets. So taking this opportunity, Dracula prepares to reveal a part of his secret.

"Virtue... Professor Dracula, I... I'm really inconvenient to turn the head... Remove the bandana. Quirrell stammered.

"Then you're not cooperating with Hogwarts?" Dracula raised an eyebrow.

"No... That's not true. Quirrell blushed, looking like he didn't know what to say.

"It's just a headscarf, and you won't lose your head." Dracula smiled lightly, "Could it be that there is something else hidden in your bandana?" ”

Quirrell grimaced a look of grievance, gritted his teeth, and resolutely reached for his turban.

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