It turns out that this year's Assistant Teacher Riddle is indeed more popular with the young wizards than Assistant Teacher Quirrell in the previous school year.

But the students not only welcomed the handsome Riddle teaching assistant, but also had a love-hate in them......

"Professor Dracula, go take care of Assistant Teacher Riddle!"

"Yes, Professor! Assistant Coach Riddle seems to be a different person today, it's terrifying!"

Two almost identical voices rang out around Dracula, pitiful, as if he had been wronged by something.

Dracula put down the newspaper that was blocking his eyes, looked up at the two clumps of fiery red hair, and suddenly couldn't help laughing—

Fred and George, the Hogwarts twins who are recognized as troublemakers, are now completely devoid of their usual mischievous smiles, and their expressions are aggrieved.

Their faces were blue and swollen, and two huge symmetrical black circles were left on their two identical faces.

The Wesley twins, who came to Dracula, are now completely like two poor little wizards who have been bullied and come to the teacher to complain!

"Professor, if you don't come to help us, you still laugh at us!" Fred's expression became even more aggrieved, and he shouted loudly.

"That's it! If you don't help us get justice, you won't be our favorite professor anymore!" George echoed indignantly.

Dracula smiled dumbly, looking over Fred and George's shoulders to the duel arena in the middle of the auditorium.

Today is the day after Halloween has passed, a Monday, and the first day that classes and dueling clubs will resume after the holiday.

The Halloween decorations and decorations had not yet had time to be removed, and the Great Hall was still filled with a strong Halloween atmosphere, with many huge jack-o-lanterns arranged around the auditorium, grinning and smiling at the little wizards.

Dracula was lying comfortably in the largest jack-o-lantern, holding a newspaper that had just been confiscated from the little wizard in his hand, and looked past the Wesley twins standing in front of the pumpkin's mouth, and looked into the center of the auditorium—

At this point, Riddle on stage looked excited.

One by one, he called the little wizards up in the fourth grade and "instructed" them on their dueling skills one by one.

The word "pointing" may not be the right word to describe Riddle's actions...... Because he was not so much teaching, but rather using the fighting power of the Hogwarts students to adapt to the body he had just acquired.

Riddle became more and more energetic and excited the more he fought, but the little wizards were miserable......

Riddle, who had just acquired his body, had not yet mastered the use of his body, and could not cast spells freely, nor did he take it lightly.

Therefore, just like Fred and George, many young wizards were beaten by him, which greatly increased the workload of Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school infirmary, and also made the young wizards above the fourth grade complain......

"So this pair of dark circles around your eyes...... What kind of spell did Riddle use to cause it?" Dracula looked back at the Wesley twins in front of him and asked with interest, "It's interesting for dark circles, but it's not like a spell."

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"You're right, Professor!" Fred stomped his foot, looking indignant, "When we went on stage to receive 'guidance,' Assistant Coach Riddle disliked us for being too weak, and not only did he let the two of us go together, but he even put away his wand and duel us with his bare hands."

"That's right, we, as your excellent students with quality and morality, of course, must uphold the principle of fairness and justice in the duel!" George took over and said, "So we resolutely turned down Riddle's offer to be a teaching assistant."

"Then Assistant Coach Riddle snuck up on us without duel etiquette and punched us." Fred said angrily.

"Professor, no physical contact in the dueling arena is the rule you told us." George snorted aggrievedly with a sad face, "Assistant Coach Riddle

It's a blatant contempt for the rules of the duel!"

Dracula listened to Fred and George's accusations with great interest, and quickly made up the whole thing in his mind-

Most of what Fred and George just complained about should be fine. The two of them, as fourth-graders, were called up by Riddle to "point...... Or rather, sparring, which is a very normal thing.

However, Riddle may feel that he can't play his own strength in these students and wants to play something exciting, so he let the twins who cooperate tacitly together, trying to test some of his own strength.

Unfortunately, Fred and George together couldn't meet Riddle's needs, so he put away his wand and used the two little wizards to hone his physical fitness.

It's not just the magic of the new body that needs to be adapted, but the physical fitness is the same.

Dracula knew the twins Fred and George very well, and knew that they certainly couldn't be as good and moral as they said they were. When Riddle put away his wand and fight them, the two of them could only be overjoyed, pick up their wands and rush up......

Of course, in the face of Riddle's ability to cast spells without a wand, even without a wand, the Wesley twins would not be able to beat him.

So the two of them each took a fat beating from Riddle......

"Assistant Coach Riddle's behavior is a bit of a stretch." Dracula nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, I'll be angry for you."

He stood up from the jack-o'-lantern and chuckled and patted the twins on the shoulder.

Fred and George looked up at Dracula in disbelief, expressions of extreme surprise on their faces.

In fact, they were just angry for a while, so they came to Dracula to complain, but in their hearts they didn't think that Professor Dracula would really be so kind and would be angry for them.

"Is that true, Professor?" Fred asked, still incredulous.

"How are you going to help us get angry, Professor?" George also asked.

Dracula looked at the two large dark circles on their faces, and playfully hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry. I'm going to have a duel with Assistant Coach Riddle myself and help him get fit......" he said with a smile, "On top of that, I'll be removing him from his role as a dueling assistant temporarily." How can you take the lead in violating the rules of the duel?"

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Listening to Dracula's way of venting, Fred nodded in satisfaction.

"Professor Dracula, you're still our favorite professor!" He gave a thumbs up.

However, George, who was next to him, was keenly aware of something amiss, and asked in a low voice, "Professor Dracula, Professor Snape is not here today...... If Riddle's duel assistant is removed, who will train us?"

"Does this still need to be thought about? In their absence, of course I trained you!" Dracula's smile became even more playful, "When the time comes, you will join the entire academy, and I will personally train your dueling skills as your dueling opponent!"

Fred and George's holes suddenly enlarged, and there was an expression of extreme horror in their eyes.

"No, Professor!

"Professor, I can't help it!

However, Dracula, already intrigued by Riddle's way of fighting, ignored the crying Wesley twins and walked straight to the duel stage in the center of the auditorium.

The newspaper in Dracula's hand was casually thrown into the air, reflected by the flickering candle in the jack-o-lantern, revealing several large letters on the cover—

"Azkaban has been attacked by unknown dark wizards, and has been successfully repelled by the Ministry of Magic Aurors!"

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The newspaper continued to fall, and landed lightly in the hands of a thin old man.

The hand placed the newspaper on the table, gently touched the half-moon-shaped glasses on the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, and stroked the long white beard on his face under the glasses.

"Professor Dracula, I heard you're here

Had a lot of fun at the dueling club of the day?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled at the silver-haired figure sitting by the window of the Headmaster's office.

"Okay," Dracula pouted, apparently not having much fun, "I just hope they'll be up on time for their first morning class tomorrow."

"Hopefully, or Minerva and they will have to complain to me again." Dumbledore smiled and asked instead, "What is the current state of Tom Riddle's Horcrux?"

"Weaker than I thought," Dracula said, shaking his head, "Voldemort's resurrection potion didn't give Riddle the power that belonged to the Dark Lord, but rather roughly solidified the strength level to the stage when he was about sixteen years old."

"But it seems that Riddle is blending well and has the potential to continue to grow. He borrowed the method of fighting with the little wizards today to grind in his new body, and he has made great progress."

Dumbledore bowed slightly, but his expression was slightly hesitant.

After a few moments, he asked softly, "Professor Dracula, so what do you think...... Are our plans still on track?"

"Of course." Dracula turned to look at Dumbledore, "Are you worried that I'm not doing my job and don't care about the plans we have in place?"

"Not really." Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm just not sure...... Anyway, it would be nice if we could follow the plan in an orderly manner."

"Did you read today's Daily Prophet?" He asked.

Dracula glanced at the newspaper in Dumbledore's hand and sneered coldly.

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"Tsk, the unknown dark wizard attacked Azkaban and was repelled by the Ministry of Magic Aurors......" he hooked the corners of his mouth indifferently, "What a good topic to divert, this so-called official report."

"Actually, it's understandable." Dumbledore said with a blank face, "The Ministry of Magic doesn't want to cause panic among the populace, so it didn't release information about Voldemort. What's more, Voldemort was indeed defeated by Professor Dracula, and there should be no chance of recovery anytime soon."

"Don't want to cause panic?" Dracula scoffed again, "Tsk, do you have to wait for Voldemort to come back to life and surprise the wizards of the wizarding world?"

Then, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "I remember it...... The Director of the Law Enforcement Division of Magic and the Director of the Auror Office are both on the island of Azkaban and have seen Voldemort in person, so the two of them agree the same way?"

"Not really. Amelia and Rufus wanted to announce Voldemort's resurrection." Dumbledore said, "But Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister for Magic, doesn't want this news to be leaked. It is not easy to maintain the current stability, and he does not want to take other risks during his reign."

"Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who Voldemort called stupid, right?" Dracula chuckled.

"Professor Dracula, you don't have to say that......" Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Connell...... Well, there are advantages that can be learned."

"Do you learn how to cover your ears and steal the bell?" Dracula leaned boredly against the window frame of the headmaster's office, looking out the window at the sparse starlight in the night sky, "If I'm not mistaken, not many of the Death Eaters who were sent to the Ministry of Magic were actually sentenced, right?"

"As you might expect, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore sighed, "Most of those people are pure-blood wizards who have donated to the Ministry of Magic for a long time, and their family power is also quite distributed in the Ministry of Magic. Connelly wouldn't want to offend such a large number of pure-blooded ......."

"Other than that, the Death Eaters insisted that they were under the control of the Imperius Curse, and had no idea of the operation. Fudge was happy to find an excuse to let them go, and they hit it off."

Of course, what Dumbledore didn't say was that Fudge and many other Ministry of Magic officials took the opportunity to extort those pure-bloods and made a lot of money on gold gallons.

"Sure enough, even after hundreds of years, your wizard's regime is still so unreassuring." Dracula smiled nonchalantly and jumped off the ledge, "But for our plan

That's just right."

Fudge's behavior was just right for them.

Just enough to protect Snape and Malfoy, the two undercover agents inside the Death Eaters, so that they will not be punished by the Ministry of Magic, and they will not need additional help from Dracula and Dumbledore, so that they can better protect their true identities and continue to lurk in the camp of the Death Eaters.

"Has Snape rested himself for the past two days?" Dracula asked.

"Don't worry, Severus will be in class tomorrow as usual." Dumbledore laughed knowingly, "He's strong-willed, he won't be stuck for too long with a Mind Drilling."

"That's good." Dracula nodded slightly, "As you wish, Mr. Headmaster, our plans can go according to plan."

"I hope Voldemort doesn't keep me waiting."

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