Harry crept out of the Borgin Burke antique shop, pinned the cracked glasses to his nose, and looked around.

In front of me was a dirty alley lined with shops that seemed to be full of black magic. Borgin Bock seemed to be the largest one, and the window of the opposite one was gloomyly displayed with shrunken human heads. Across the two facades, a large cage is crawling with huge black spiders.

In a dark doorway, two ragged wizards were watching him whispering, and some non-humanoid creatures were licking their lips at him.

Harry felt creepy and wanted to get out of this strange place as soon as possible.

He trotted all the way, occasionally holding on to the broken lenses of his glasses.

…… Two minutes later, however, he was saddened to find that he had lost his direction.

"Aren't you lost, darling?"

Suddenly, an old, ugly voice rang in Harry's ears that startled him.

An old witch stood in front of him, holding a plate that resembled a whole piece of a dead man's fingernails. She looked at him grimly, revealing moss-like teeth.

Harry shuddered and hurriedly backed away.

"I'm fine, thank you." He shuddered, "I'm just ......."

Just then, Harry suddenly felt himself grabbed by the shoulder by something he didn't know, and flew up.

The old witch below stuck out her sharp nails and tried to pull Harry out of the sky, but his body rose so fast that the hunched old witch couldn't reach him.

Harry flicked his feet off the ground in a panic, trying to break free from the air, but fearing that he would fall and fall again as the old witch's prey.

Harry had the courage to turn his head and look at it, hoping that the thing that was holding him had been learned in Defence Against the Dark Arts class...... As the first place in the Defence Against the Dark Arts final exam in the first year, he might be able to find a solution!

Turning his head, Harry saw a huge bat clutching at his back, flapping its wings constantly.

This bat seems to look a little familiar......

It's like......

Like the one who caught him on the Quidditch pitch!

Harry's hanging heart was suddenly relaxed, and he was even in the mood to begin to enjoy the view from above.

He saw the ugly old witch's reluctant expression, and saw many of the improper-looking wizards in the narrow streets looking at themselves in the air in amazement, and saw a window so luxurious that it didn't fit in with the whole alley......

A silver-haired man was sitting in that window, elegantly holding a crystal glass and tasting wine.

The flapping speed of the bat's wings slowed down, and it hovered next to the window. Immediately, he suddenly accelerated, throwing Harry's thin body against the wall next to the window.

"Ah......h

Just as Harry was about to collide with the marble wall, the silver-haired man in the window glanced at him.

The next moment, the marble wall seemed to turn into liquid, and there were bursts of spiral ripples. ….

Harry slammed straight through the thick wall and slammed into the soft couch.

"Mr. Potter, I think you need to explain to me why you're in a dangerous place like Tumbledown Alley?" Dracula's voice came from next to Harry, "Curious about this place, sneaking in?"

"Professor Dracula!" Hearing this, the stone in Harry's heart completely relaxed, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm lost...... The first time I used Floo powder today, I ended up sucking the soot into my throat...... So I might have mispronounced the word......

"The words Diagon and Kno don't seem to look alike, how much soot are you sucking?" Dracula laughed playfully.

Immediately, he discovered that Harry was indeed covered in soot, which had even soiled the plush sofa in the compartment

Cushion.

Dracula frowned.

"Well, you can see that you do suck up soot."

He snapped his fingers as he spoke. The soot in the cubicle vanished in an instant, and even Harry's glasses were repaired and looked new.

"Thank you, Professor...... Harry said weakly, "how doesn't this Tumbledown Alley feel like a place for serious people to come to...... Oh, no, Professor, I didn't mean to say you were indecent."

Dracula's face immediately turned black.

"Do you know who the old witch who just stopped you is?" He sneered and asked maliciously, "This is what will be taught after the start of the second grade, as long as you prepare well at home, this question should not be difficult to answer."

"Huh?" Harry was stunned, "Isn't she an old witch with a weird look and personality?"

"Looks like you didn't have a preview of what's going on." Dracula smiled pleasantly, "If you look closely, you'll see that the old witch has a lot of warts on her face and neck, similar to fungus or solid blisters that grow on her skin."

"If you look closer, you might be able to see that the tip of her foot is much narrower than normal, as the creature only has four toes."

"In other words...... That old witch wasn't a wizard?!" Harry asked, shocked.

"That's right, she's a dominatrix." Dracula chuckled, "Dominatrix prefers to eat raw liver, especially children's livers. If I hadn't happened to find you nearby, you'd probably have had your heart and liver gouged out by that dominatrix, and you wouldn't have died with a whole corpse!"

Harry broke out in a cold sweat and was scared for a while. He swore he would never come to this ghost place in Tumbledown Alley again!

"Well, given that you don't prepare well at home, you have twice as much homework as others in the first two weeks after returning to Hogwarts." Dracula glanced at Harry, whose face turned green with fright, and said nonchalantly.

"Professor, there's a reason I didn't prepare!" Harry quickly explained, "When I returned to the Muggle community, my aunt and uncle hid everything related to my magic, and I didn't have a chance to do my homework at all!"

"What a poor child." Dracula said. ….

When Harry heard this, a gimmickle of joy appeared on his face, thinking that he didn't have to double his homework.

"But what does that have to do with me?" Dracula's next words shattered Harry's joy, "And how do I know if it's an excuse you're making?"

"I'll assume that what you said is true, but since you came to Tumbledown Alley with Floo powder, it means that you must have left the Muggle family and lived in a wizarding family for a while, well, I guess it was Wesley."

"And during the time Wesley stayed at the house, did you just focus on having fun and completely forget about your schoolwork?"

Harry stared blankly at Professor Dracula, who was talking at length, and finally understood-

It didn't matter if he had done his homework or not, the cautious professor wanted to get revenge on the word "improper" he had just casually uttered!

He stood up indignantly, glared straight at Dracula, and said in a loud voice:

"Professor, I'm willing to accept doubling my assignment!"

Looking at Professor Dracula's smiling expression in front of him, Harry decisively chose to relent.

It is definitely impossible to resist, so it is better to quickly agree to prevent the amount of homework from tripling, and Professor Dracula doesn't assign much homework anyway...... Well, if you stop Hermione from reminding him!

"Professor, you're right, I do live at Wesley's house right now." Harry said, "I made it to Tumbledown Alley by mispronouncing the word, and now that I'm separated from them, they must be in a hurry. So...... Can you please take me to Diagon Alley?"

Dracula glanced at him and placed the crystal cup in his hand casually on the table.

"Let's go, I'm just about to leave." He stood up and walked over to the window of the compartment, which closed tightly

The windows were lifted.

In fact, when this compartment was first built, in order to ensure the privacy of the compartment, this luxurious window could not be opened.

But Dracula thinks the process of bypassing the middle hall, past the booths, and down the stairs from the entrance to the White Wyvern on the second floor to the door of the Dark Wizard's tattoo parlor on the first floor is too tedious to jump out of the window.

So in order to take care of Dracula's preferences, the proprietress of the White Wyvern Bar specially ordered someone to transform this window into a form that can be opened and closed.

At this point, Dracula lifted the window and jumped from the building.

Harry, with his previous experience in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, just gritted his teeth and jumped out of the window with Dracula.

Sure enough, just moments before he hit the ground, a bat flew lightly under Harry's feet, providing enough cushion for him to land smoothly in the dark, narrow alley.

After the two left, the luxurious window of the White Wyvern Bar also closed automatically, returning to its previous state, not giving the curious people a chance to snoop.

With his hands on his chest, Dracula leisurely led Harry through the narrow winding alley towards Diagon Alley.

Harry noticed that the evil eyes in the alley that had scheming towards him had changed their minds. ….

After seeing Dracula beside Harry, their eyes showed fear and awe, and they didn't even dare to stop their eyes on the two of them, and quickly looked away after a little glance.

"Professor, the people in this alley seem to be scared of you?" Harry asked curiously, "Have you ever found an opportunity to clean up these people before?"

Dracula casually glanced at the various dark wizards and dark creatures on both sides of the street, and sneered disdainfully, "Just them? I don't even bother to clean up these people."

At Professor Dracula's extremely confident words, Harry could only silently give a thumbs up to him, because he couldn't refute it......

The real reason is not complicated.

In an alley like Tumbledown Alley, which is full of dark magic, a source of darkness like Dracula, even the slightest hint of darkness can have a great impact on the dark wizards and dark creatures here.

The people or animals that can survive here are not stupid, at least their senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people, so even if they have never met Dracula, they can deeply appreciate this silver-haired man...... Not to mess with!

After walking for about five or six minutes, the light in front of the overturned alley became brighter and brighter, gradually dispelling the haze and darkness in the alley.

The two of them finally walked out into the bright sunlight outside, and Harry saw a familiar snow-white marble building in the distance: Gringotts Bank.

"You don't need me to take you the rest of the way, right?" Dracula stopped in his footsteps and asked.

He glanced disgustingly at the sunlight shining into the alley, and took a step to the side, standing in the shadows under the eaves of a shop.

"Hmm!" Harry nodded heavily, "Thank you for your help today, Professor Dracula!"

As he spoke, he ran in the direction of Gringotts Bank, as he had seen Hermione standing on the white steps of Gringotts, waving happily at him.

Dracula looked at Harry's departing back, caught a glimpse of the Wesleys hurrying from afar, chuckled and shook his head.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into the shadows under the eaves.

……

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the faculty and staff were almost there.

There is a strange phenomenon in this school of witchcraft and wizardry - that is, many Hogwarts professors live in the school.

For example, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, etc., can be regarded as older single wizards, none of them have the burden of a family, and they do not need to go back to spend time with their families after work.

Or rather, the students of Hogwarts are him

our families.

So these professors basically stayed at Hogwarts for the entire summer without other academic research to go out for exchange.

At this time, Snape was lying in Dumbledore's ear and secretly talking to him, Professor McGonagall was busy sorting out the list of new students and the opening banquet, and Professor Flitwick was chatting happily with Professor Sprout......

Suddenly, the light in the auditorium seemed to dim.

"Hey, it's going to rain?" Professor Flitwick looked curiously at the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium, "There don't seem to be any clouds in the sky?"

"It's also possible that Professor Dracula is here." Professor McGonagall scribbled on parchment as she said to Professor Flitwick, "He does this kind of thing all the time when the students are not around."

Sure enough, the next moment Dracula appeared in the professor's chair and sat down gracefully in his chair.

Dracula had never liked the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium, as it allowed him to feel the sunlight even indoors.

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So he used the Hogwarts title deed to figure out a good way to change the amount of light transmitted to the ceiling by controlling the amount of magic supplied to the ceiling of the Great Hall by controlling the amount of magic supplied to the castle magic node.

In short, adjust the brightness of the ceiling!

However, when there are too many students, this is not very appropriate. On the one hand, it will affect the mood of the little wizards when they eat in the auditorium, and on the other hand, it will also easily expose Dracula's identity as a vampire who does not like the sun.

Of course, Dracula himself didn't care about revealing his identity at all, it was just Dumbledore who was doing it for him......

So under these reasons, it also caused the phenomenon of the sky suddenly darkening.

Seeing Dracula take his seat, Dumbledore sent Snape to his seat and applauded.

"Let's congratulate Professor Dracula! He became the first Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to serve at Hogwarts for a second year in decades!"

……

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