October is fast approaching.

This year's October was a particularly cold month, with a wet chill permeating the Scottish Highlands and seeping into Hogwarts Castle from the outside.

In the cold temperatures, a sudden flu broke out among the faculty and student groups, which left the head nurse, Madam Pomfrey, scrambling.

To this end, she prepared a large number of refreshment refreshments in the school infirmary, and posted notices in the common rooms of the four colleges in the castle, as well as in the faculty lounge, so that staff and students with colds could go to the school infirmary on the fourth floor in time to receive the refreshment.

Madam Pomfrey's pick-me-up had an almost immediate effect, but those who drank it would have smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Fred and George were hit.

The living twins of Wesley's family quickly caught a cold from other infectors because they had a wide range of social contacts and often haunted various colleges to bet with others.

Unlike other wizards who are in pain when they catch a cold, Fred and George are even more excited after they catch a cold.

They rushed to the school infirmary as soon as possible to ask for two bottles of refreshment, and drank them as soon as possible-

In the next second, puffs of steam came out from under the bright red hair of the two of them, and their entire heads seemed to be on fire.

The two troublemakers had a lot of fun until the effects of the drug had passed, and they wanted to go to the school infirmary to get two more bottles of refreshment, but they were found intent on Madam Pomfrey wielding a broom......

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One afternoon, Dracula had just finished a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson for the second-year wizard, put away his wand, and was on the podium admiring Riddle's writings.

Even though the class just now was once again unconsciously detached from the existing teaching plan, Dracula had to admit that Riddle's teaching was quite good, and the handwriting was very beautiful, clear, and neat, which was even easier to use than Quirrell, the tool man.

At this time, Riddle was also in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, holding a thick stack of parchment to Dracula's side—the papers were the students' homework, all of which Riddle had assigned.

Riddle, who had nearly all of Voldemort's student experience, easily crushed the efforts of the students who wanted to push him out of his teaching assistant position. After all, Flint and other scumbags did not succeed in getting rid of their homework, and even suffered a lot for it.

In fact, Tom Riddle, as a Slytherin born in an orphanage, was also ostracized and disgusted by pure-bloods in the early years of Hogwarts.

But in this case, he relied on his unique means, both soft and hard, and successfully subdued a large number of Slytherin's so-called pure-blood nobles. Abraxas Malfoy, Avery, and Lystrange became the first Death Eaters in the early days.

Now the small tricks played by Marcus Flint and others are all leftovers from the hands of their grandfathers, so naturally they can't be Riddle's opponents.

So after September passed when Dracula promised not to leave homework, Riddle, as a teaching assistant, immediately took over the power of life and death to assign homework, much to the pain of those little wizards who did not want to do their homework.

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"Professor Dracula, the homework is complete." Riddle came to the podium and said to Dracula, "Everyone is very conscious today."

"Can they not be conscious? Those who didn't turn in their homework yesterday were all approached by you." Dracula smiled casually, "In the future, if you have anything to do with your homework, you don't have to report it to me. Trouble!"

"I see." Riddle nodded.

At this moment, Harry, Ron, and Hermione of Gryffindor packed their school bags and stood up from their seats.

Before leaving the door at the back of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry came to the front of the podium with his bag in his hand and greeted Dracula and Riddle.

"See you in the next class, Professor Dracula!" Harry waved his hand, then shifted his expectant gaze to Riddle, "Tom, can I still study with you alone after tonight's dueling club?"

"Of course, we're friends!" Riddle smiled softly at Harry.

Harry's expression immediately became excited, and he strode to Hermione and Ron, who were waiting at the door of the classroom.

"So...... You've got Harry done?" Dracula looked at Harry's back as he left, a little surprised, and asked Riddle.

He vividly remembered that when he first learned that Tom Riddle had become an assistant teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts, Harry was extremely repulsed and puzzled by it.

Dracula was too lazy to deal with the young wizard's emotional problems, but allowing Harry to expose Riddle's identity was not too suitable for the stability of the lesson.

So he gave Riddle the task of dealing with Harry's rejection and solidifying his status as a teaching assistant.

"It's done." Riddle sneered, "Harry was still naïve after all. I told him that I was just an aggregate of Voldemort's partial memories, and that I had now been subdued by Professor Dracula and was on the side of justice...... He just foolishly believed it."

"I guess it's not that easy." Dracula shook his head, "Potter is a bit reckless, but he's still quite smart overall."

"Of course, there are other details." Riddle had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Harry just cares too much about feelings, I just used it as a diary to re-teach him some magical knowledge, and he remembered his diary friend named Tom again."

Dracula fell silent.

"Potter probably already thinks of you as a friend, Riddle." After a few moments, he whispered, "Now that you've become a teaching assistant at Hogwarts and have decided to turn against Voldemort, you already have a position to be friends with Potter."

"Don't let the little wizard down too much, Riddle."

Dracula looked deeply at the black-haired youth in front of him, and his tone was calm.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, looked at Dracula who suddenly changed his tone, and suddenly realized what his problem was-

He hadn't completely changed his mindset and put himself on the side of the Hogwarts staff.

In the face of the naïve and gullible character of the young wizards, Riddle did not correct them with the attitude of a teaching staff and tried to teach them those life principles, but first developed emotions such as mockery and banter, and watched the scene with a play-watching mentality.

….

This mentality of still treating himself as an outsider is not at all treated well by Dracula.

And Dracula is different, although he often uses the attitude of watching a play to observe the little wizards' every move, but he still has a little bit of professionalism in his body after all-

On the one hand, he had already agreed to Nicol Lemay to come to Hogwarts as a professor, so naturally he would not want the students he taught to be inferior to others...... This will make him very faceless in front of his old friends.

This is one of the reasons why Dracula is very unhappy with the high failure rate of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

On the other hand, Dracula actually thinks in his heart: Isn't it enough to have a play-watching person in Hogwarts Castle? Tom Riddle is just a Horcrux, why does he use the attitude of watching a play to see his students?

So Dracula immediately suppressed Riddle.

"I see, Professor Dracula." Riddle lowered his head and whispered, "I won't let Harry down on me."

"It's good to understand." Dracula nodded noncommittally and turned to the stairs leading to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office at the front of the classroom.

As he was about to reach the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned back to look at Riddle, who was still standing on the podium.

"It's going to be the next *** time for the Death Eaters in two days, right?" Dracula asked.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded, "That's right, it's Saturday night."

"By the way, Professor Dracula, Potions Professor Severus Snape is now Lord Voldemort

Trust my subordinates, if he tells Voldemort about my becoming a teaching assistant, it may make Voldemort suspicious of me......

"All you want is to make him suspicious of you." Dracula abruptly interrupts Riddle.

"What ......?" Riddle was taken aback.

"Don't worry, in the Death Eaters' ***, as long as I do what I told you, everything will be fine." "Trust me," Dracula said, "The plan has been going according to plan......

Under Riddle's bewildered gaze, he pushed the door open and stepped into his office.

Then, the corners of Dracula's mouth hooked up with an extremely playful smile-

"Riddle, Malfoy, Snape...... I'm really looking forward to what Voldemort's face will be when he learns the truth!"

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At twelve o'clock in the morning on Saturday, the night was deep, the sky was overcast, there was no moonlight, no stars in sight, and the sky was pitch black.

Malfoy Manor was like it couldn't afford to pay for the lamp oil, and there were not a few lights in the living room, almost as dim as the night outside.

Voldemort played with his wand with his fingers, as thin as spider legs, and walked on the thick carpet without making a sound.

Lucius Malfoy had already sent his wife Narcissa back to the bedroom, standing alone in the living room, shivering, waiting for the Dark Lord to arrive.

"You're pretty punctual, Lucius." Voldemort whispered. His scarlet eyes were evident in the dimness, "I just don't know...... Are others as punctual as you?"

He raised his wand slightly, and Lucius consciously rolled up the cuff of his left arm, revealing a skull with a snake's head in it.

….

Voldemort suddenly exerted force, and his wand instantly poked into the skull of the Dark Mark on Lucius's left arm—the Black Mark instantly turned as bright red as blood!

Lucius gritted his teeth as he endured the burning pain of the Dark Mark and the sharp pain of being pierced into his arm by his wand.

With a "bang", "bang", one after another black-robed Death Eater apparitions shifted into the living room of Malfoy Manor and sat in their respective places.

Voldemort pulled his wand from Lucius's arm and looked around at the long table in the living room.

Taking this opportunity, Lucius returned to his seat in a cold sweat and sat down beside Yaxley.

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All of them have the trust of Harry Potter, so there are many ways that cannot be used. But now it's different—"

"With Harry Potter completely trusting me, I could have let him collect the lost blood and give it to me in a special bottle. As long as I can lighten Dracula's side a little more, I can get Potter's blood right away!"

Voldemort furrowed his brow and looked at Snape, who was sitting first on his right.

"Severus, tell me, is there anything wrong with what my doppelganger says?" He asked.

"No problem." Snape glanced at Riddle and said, "Your doppelganger is now a teaching assistant for Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he does have time to tutor Harry Potter on his own every day. So there's nothing wrong with what he just said......

"But—" Snape suddenly changed his tone to a more serious tone, "The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is Dracula! I don't believe that your doppelganger will be able to hide from Dracula and become his assistant teacher openly!"

"So what do you mean......" Voldemort asked, his voice extremely deep.

"I mean...... There's a good chance that your doppelganger has already been discovered by Dracula, and the doppelgänger sitting here here may have been manipulated by him!"

Snape's eyes were sharp, and he looked directly into Riddle's eyes.

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