As Harry had learned, Professor Dracula hadn't made any major moves, and he hadn't repeated the devilish practice of the first week.

The young wizards sat in the classroom, watched Dracula take a Hinkpunk out of the cage, explained the unique characteristics of this magical beast in a serious manner, and explained how to avoid being deceived by Hinkpunk, and then asked the students in the classroom to stand in front of the Hinkpunk in turn and start the actual practice.

The young wizards enjoyed this kind of lesson with real objects, and their progress was very rapid, and most of the students learned how to deal with Hinkpunk in class.

Even the little wizards with a slightly more dull aptitude have memorized all the methods that can be used against magical creatures like Hinkpunk, and with a few more attempts and the corresponding spell practice, they will be able to reach the level required for this subject.

It wasn't until the bell rang that the little wizards left the classroom unsatisfied.

After walking out of the classroom, Ron touched his face, still a little incredulous, "I actually came out of Defense Against the Dark Arts class alive?"

"Professor Dracula really didn't let us do another devil training?" He looked at Harry with a shocked face, "Harry, if you slap me, I'll suspect I'm dreaming now!"

"You're not dreaming, Ron!" Harry glanced at Ron's face, secretly suppressed the urge to actually slap him, and said helplessly, "Didn't Hermione already speculate with us? Professor Dracula didn't change his temper suddenly, he just saved his devil training for the dueling club at night."

"I advise you to prepare, Ron, and we'll be in good hands!"

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The time quickly came to six o'clock in the afternoon, less than half an hour before the first gathering of the Dueling Club began.

The students in the auditorium had finished their meals one after another, handed over the plates to the house-elves to use magic to clean up the kitchen on the basement level, and then looked curiously at the normal auditorium, looking for the possibility of holding a club meeting in it.

Meanwhile, as most of the sun was obscured by the distant mountains and night was approaching, Dracula jumped out of his office window, turned into a bat, and flew to the eighth floor of the main tower of Hogwarts Castle.

"Let's go down together, Dumbledore?" Dracula turned back into human form and stepped on the windowsill of the principal's office, happily looking at the white-bearded old man sitting behind his desk.

He had already decided that Dumbledore himself must be his assistant at this dueling club gathering!

Before officially opening the club's activities, Dracula was going to trick Dumbledore into a good fight with himself in the name of showing the young wizard his dueling skills.

It's never too late to torture the little wizard after the fight!

"You're here so soon, Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore didn't know what Dracula was up to, so he greeted him with a smile, "I also said I'll let Severus go down to you later!"

"Severus?" Dracula frowned, turned his head to look at the side of the principal's office near the door, only to realize that another professor had already arrived before him, "Professor Snape? What are you doing here?" ….

Snape glanced at Dracula with a blank look, his upper lip curled slightly.

"What a coincidence, Professor Dracula—" he said unhurriedly, "if nothing else—we're clearly here for the same thing."

"The same thing?" Dracula glanced at Snape in surprise, "Do you want to fight Dumbledore too?" ，

Of course, the second half of Dracula's sentence didn't really come out.

He was a little worried that if he really said that he wanted to fight Dumbledore, Dumbledore would be on his guard...... If you want to fight again, you won't have much of a chance.

I really didn't expect that Snape, who had always been obedient to Dumbledore, actually wanted to fight Dumbledore

One. , Dracula thought happily, looking at Snape with strange eyes, looking at him inexplicably.

"Professor Dracula, Severus has indeed come to me for the same thing as you." At this time, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Severus will be present as your assistant at the Dueling Club party tonight!"

"What did you say?" Dracula looked away from Snape's face and looked at Dumbledore behind his desk, "Mr. Headmaster, I have the impression that you first came up with the idea of the Dueling Club, and I'm just an agent."

"As the person who proposed this plan, you don't want to be the main speaker, and now you don't even want to be an assistant, isn't that a little inappropriate?"

Dracula clasped his hands to his chest, his face full of displeasure.

Now he kind of understood how Serena felt when she faced her own hands-off shopkeeper, and he almost wanted an Arvada to slap this guy in the face!

Of course, his and Serena's thoughts are still very different -

Serena didn't think the trouble of running the castle should be put on her shoulders, and Dracula was unhappy that she had lost the opportunity to fight Dumbledore, the archwizard.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore smiled and apologized to Dracula, but there was no apology on his face, "Professor Snape will be this teaching assistant." As you know, he wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor years ago, but I never gave him a chance."

Snape's face darkened, and his hand holding his wand was very hard, and he rarely synchronized with Dracula's idea to give the headmaster a big melon.

But he held back after all.

"If you still have the slightest sense of time as a professor, I think you should go, Dracula." Snape gave Dracula one last glance, then walked up the spiral staircase of the Headmaster's office without looking back.

The self-spiraling staircase quickly drove him around the corner, and his figure vanished before Dumbledore and Dracula.

"But I'm totally in time." Dracula glanced at the wall clock in the principal's office and shrugged casually, "I can even have another glass of wine before going down." ….

As he spoke, he really took out a bottle of red wine from his outstretched pocket, poured it into a goblet, and elegantly watched, smelled, decanted, and tasted wine......

After a slow drink, Dracula withdrew his glass, returned to the window of the principal's office, and lay down on his back with his arms outstretched.

His figure darted down in the last rays of the setting sun, the black-and-red cloak behind him hunting in the wind......

After a few seconds, Dracula's form slowed down abruptly and unreasonably, landing very softly on the tiles above the roof of the auditorium.

He straightened up his somewhat messy robes, jumped off the roof of the Great Hall, and landed in the entrance courtyard of Hogwarts Castle.

At the same time, Snape walked briskly down the marble staircase from the entrance of the Great Hall to the second floor.

Seeing Dracula in front of the auditorium, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise, and then deliberately looked away and walked into the auditorium first.

When Dracula walked into the auditorium, the time was exactly half past six in the afternoon, and every minute was right.

The auditorium was already crowded, and everyone was noisily huddled at the long tables of their respective academies, discussing what the next dueling club would be, and guessing how the auditorium, which had been used for meals and banquets, would become the venue of the dueling club.

Such a bustling scene is like another opening ceremony or final party in the auditorium!

Dracula habitually looked in the direction of the Gryffindor long table, and unsurprisingly, he saw the twins Fred and George play another game, seemingly discussing where the club's dueling match would take place.

The twins decided that Professor Dracula would give way

Students stand at long tables to duel, and perhaps students from different houses stand at different tables and cast spells on each other, and whichever house falls down first will be out;

Their roommate, Lee Jordan, thinks they'll stand in the middle of two long tables, using the table as a dividing line, and whoever goes out of bounds, or whoever touches the table, loses......

Looking at this messy scene, Dracula took out the title deed of Hogwarts from his pocket, tapped it twice on the parchment, and then waved his hand to the students present—

The four long dining tables disappeared abruptly, and each of the little wizards sitting at the long tables felt a light but irresistible force, supported their bodies out of their seats, and involuntarily stood up.

Immediately afterwards, all the chairs disappeared along with the long table.

In the dazed expressions of the young wizards, a gilded stage slowly floated from the ground in the center of the auditorium, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above.

Instead of reflecting the sky outside, the ceiling became velvety black, as if to focus all the highlights on the stage in the center of the auditorium.

The students inside the entire auditorium automatically avoided the gilded stage and stood on either side of the stage, crowded next to each other. Each of them clutched their wands tightly, their faces full of excitement.

Dracula looked at the scene in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, and then tapped his toes on the ground and landed lightly in the middle of the stage. ….

"Good evening, dear little wizards!" He happily looked at the small wizards on both sides of the stage and greeted them, "Does it seem that almost all of the students have chosen to join the dueling club?" I'm glad to see that."

"I hope that in the next time at the Dueling Club, you can learn something that you can't learn in class, and I also hope that you can have a 'happy,...... in the Dueling Club."

In the audience, Ron subconsciously shuddered when he heard this.

"Harry, did you hear that?" Ron put his face next to Harry's ear and said, "Professor Dracula really wants everyone to join the Dueling Club!" We're definitely not going to have a good time going forward!"

"But...... There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with what Professor Dracula said......" Harry tried to argue with Professor Dracula, whom he admired, and said, "Ron, think about it from a different perspective. Would you still be so scared if those words were said by another professor?"

Ron thought for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"It will be!" Seeing that no one else heard his voice, he amplified it a little, "Think about it, wouldn't you be scared if that was said by Snape?"

Harry couldn't help but shudder as he imagined Snape saying things like "Welcome to the Dueling Club" and "I hope the rest of the time was good" with that greasy face.

"That's really...... It's disgusting!" He grimaced, raised his hand in front of his mouth, and made a fanning motion, "Good thing it wasn't Snape who came to be our Dueling Club instructor."

At this moment, Harry suddenly saw Ron's face change, and he became extremely frightened, and his face looked like a ripe purple eggplant!

Seeing Ron's expression, Harry froze and slowly turned his head to look behind him.

"I've disappointed you, Potter—" Snape chuckled coldly, his voice lengthened, "Unfortunately, I happen to be the last lecturer you want to meet."

Harry's face stiffened, unwilling to believe the sad truth, and he looked at the silver-haired figure on the stage, hoping to hear a different statement from his mouth.

However, the next moment, Dracula's words shattered Harry's expectations-

"Now's my assistant in the Dueling Club, Professor Snape!" Dracula stretched out his arms to the audience, motioning for Snape next to Harry to come onto the stage.

Snape glanced at Harry with a squint, then sneered as he walked onto the stage in the center of the auditorium.

Harry watched as Snape walked onto the stage and stood with Professor Dracula, his eyes filled with despair.

"Ron, seeing this 'assistant' of the Dueling Club, I don't think Professor Dracula's devil training is a big deal...... "The biggest question is whether the two of us can survive Snape's hands!"

Ron nodded approvingly.

Then, he turned to Hermione and asked for help, "Hermione, if we are targeted by Snape, you must report to Professor Dracula in time!"

Hermione glanced at the two of them and nodded helplessly.

"I don't know what's going on with you, but he always gets caught when he says bad things about Snape." She said incomprehensibly.

"Ahem...... Ron coughed dryly, "Maybe we didn't stop talking bad about Snape......

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