"Professor Dracula!"

Harry and Wesley looked in surprise in the direction where the voice came from, and saw the silver-haired professor who was full of interest, and didn't know when he arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

From time to time, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and they very consciously went around the edge of Dracula's body, and fell on the lawn with a "click" and "click".

Today's weather has been gloomy, with no sunshine in sight, and it has rained since the start of the race.

However, this kind of weather, which only brings discomfort to Quidditch matches and spectators, is exactly what Dracula wants, and he doesn't mind coming to the first Quidditch match of the school year in a sunny day.

"I just saw that Bludger has been ramming around Potter, right?" Dracula asked.

"That's right, Professor, someone must have done something to Bludger!" Fred nodded heavily, "I now seriously suspect that someone snuck into Mrs. Hooch's office and put a curse on this Bludger!"

"Mr. Wesley, I've checked and there's nothing wrong with Bludger." Madame Hooch glared at Fred solemnly, then turned to Dracula, "Professor Dracula, you should stay in the audience, you shouldn't be on the Quidditch pitch, it's not in order!"

"I'll just say a word and leave, I won't delay your game." Dracula smiled softly at Mrs. Hooch.

Seeing Dracula's smile, Mrs. Hodge's tone suddenly softened and she nodded reluctantly.

"Well, for your professorship...... she said, "but you only have a minute!"

"Enough." Dracula chuckled, turned to Harry and the other Gryffindor Quidditch players, and said to them, "Bludger probably did get tampered with, but it's unlikely to have been done before the game."

"It's likely that last year's Potter's broomstick was cursed during the race."

"So what are we going to do?" George asked with his arm around Harry's shoulders and a worried look on his face.

"Professor, you'll be able to help us with this, won't you?" Fred asked.

On the one hand, they were worried about Harry, and on the other hand, if it was possible, the twins were of course not willing to lose the twenty gold gallons they had bet on.

Mrs. Hodge also looked at her with suspicion and asked, "Professor Dracula, are you telling the truth?"

In the face of such an unexpected situation, even if she no longer wants to be suspended in the middle of a Quidditch match, she will have to think carefully at this time.

"It's okay, you just play as usual." Dracula shook his head, "As for the guy who made the little moves, I'll help you get it."

As he spoke, he looked at Harry with a playful look, "Even if I didn't catch him in time, it would be fine to get Potter out in time. I think you've got experience, Potter?"

"Of course, I'm sure the professor will catch me in time." Harry nodded helplessly, still muttering in his heart, "After all, I've already experienced a ...... in the last school year's competition,

Harry couldn't figure out why, he always had such and such a fork in his Quidditch matches. Quirrell is either under a spell on his broomstick, or chased back and forth by a Bludger like today, and is in danger of falling off the broom at any moment......

….

Thankfully, today's Quidditch match was promised by Dracula, and the players present and the referee, Madame Hooch, were relieved of their suspense.

All the Quidditch players returned to their positions and took their positions.

"Both—"

Mrs. Hodge's whistle blew again.

Harry kicked his feet and flew into the sky with a "whoosh", and at the same time, he heard a gust of wind behind his head, and knew that the Bludger was following after him.

He wasn't too anxious, he knew that he could be saved by delaying for a few more minutes until Professor Dracula found the man who had cast the spell on Bludger.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier,

Harry rose higher and higher, turning and spinning, turning and turning sharply in the sky, spiraling upwards and circles......

He walked back and forth in a zigzag like a rope, trying to avoid Bludger's attack.

The dense rain curtain formed by the heavy rain was thick, blocking the view of the little wizards, and the spectators outside the stadium could barely see the anomaly of the Bludger. But they could see Harry making funny, strange movements in the air.

The rain even poured into his nostrils as Harry hung headfirst from his broomstick to avoid another ferocious attack from Bludger.

Harry, he heard a burst of laughter coming from the crowd on Slytherin's side. He knew he must be embarrassed, but he didn't have time to care about it, he just wanted to be able to dodge the Bludger.

Luckily, I don't know if the person who manipulated the Bludger was too far away to control it precisely, or if the curse placed on the Bludger wasn't too powerful—

The wild Bludger was too bulky to change direction as quickly as Harry, so the Bludger and Harry were in a stalemate between chasing and fleeing for a while.

Harry was slightly dizzy from the constant circle movements, but he still wanted to win, and kept his eyes wide open.

His gaze passed through the raindrops that crackled on his glasses, and through the silver-white curtain of rain, he scrutinized the golden reflection of any golden snitch across the entire Quidditch pitch......

There was a whistling sound ringing in his ears, and Harry knew that Bludger had missed him again. He turned his head and sped in the opposite direction.

At the same time, Dracula quietly appeared in the thick rain curtain.

His wings spread out, suspended in the sky, his burgundy eyes glowing.

The dense rain curtain did not affect him at all, and only served as the best visual cover for the wings behind him.

Dracula watched with interest Harry's various funny and effective flying maneuvers for a while, and after a long time finally remembered what he was doing, he turned his gaze to the Bludger that was flying around Harry like crazy.

Looking at the trajectory of the magic connected to it, a look of surprise slowly appeared on his face.

This type of magic doesn't look like it's a wizard at all, it's more like a ...... House-elves?

"Things are getting interesting."

Dracula curled the corners of his mouth with interest, and with a dodge, disappeared into the thick rain curtain.

….

……

Once again, Harry dodged Bludger's attack.

With a great talent for Quidditch and a long period of adaptation to training in bad weather, Harry is now very familiar with the road. He began to fly in circles around the edge of the Quidditch arena like a pendulum.

After half a lap around the arena, Harry suddenly noticed that the sound of breaking wind that had been ringing in his ears was gone.

He turned around overjoyed, and sure enough, he found that the frantic Bludger had returned to normal and flew out in the other direction, finally no longer chasing after him.

Harry knew it must have been Professor Dracula who had caught the bad guy. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped his spinning motion.

The time spent dodging Bludgers had exhausted him!

"Were you just doing ballet, Potter?" Just as Harry was breathing a sigh of relief and wanted to rest for a little two minutes, Malfoy suddenly flew over on his Halo 2001 and laughed loudly.

Harry glared back at Malfoy with hatred.

But given that he didn't have the strength to argue with him now, Harry was ready to ignore him and fly away from the other side of the Quidditch pitch.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that a touch of golden light quietly appeared in the thick rain curtain.

Harry's eyes widened as he peered through his glasses to see where the golden light had appeared.

He saw the Golden Snitch!

The Golden Snitch hovered just inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy patronized and laughed at Harry, not looking

See it!

At that moment, Harry gathered all his movements, his body hanging in mid-air, not daring to speed towards Malfoy.

He was afraid that Malfoy would notice his movements and spot the Golden Snitch in his tracks.

Based on the distance between the two of them and the Golden Snitch now, if Malfoy had seen it as well, then Harry would not have any chance of capturing the Snitch.

Harry's brain raced to find another way to distract Malfoy.

At that moment, the wind sounded in his ears, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the already familiar Bludger.

Harry's eyes lit up, and a great idea came to mind. He suddenly felt that this crazy Bludger was not so annoying—

As Malfoy looked at him triumphantly, Harry, enduring the exhaustion and dizziness caused by the long spin, urged the broomstick again, and spun up and down around the Bludger.

"Hahaha......" Malfoy couldn't help but laugh out loud as he watched Harry's antics move, "I said...... The so-called 'scoring star' of the Gryffindor team, ——, Breaker, was obsessed with dancing ballet on the Quidditch pitch...... Hahahaha......"

Malfoy clutched his stomach and leaned back and forth laughing on the broomstick, his whole body shaking, and he looked like he was going to laugh off the broom at any moment.

He didn't notice the Golden Snitch that was close to him.

In the hazy curtain of rain, Harry acted out an angry expression, and suddenly stopped spinning and rushed to the sneering face below.

He saw the eyes on that face widen in horror - Malfoy thought Harry was going to hit him!

….

"What are you doing—" he shouted in horror as he scrambled out of Harry's flight path.

Harry didn't slam into Malfoy, one of his hands let go of the broomstick, and he grabbed it fiercely—

He felt his fingers grip a cold, winged metal ball!

Harry was relieved, but at the same time lost the strength to continue his flight, and fell straight to the ground. There was an exclamation from the crowd below.

There was a "bang" and the water splashed.

Harry landed heavily on the muddy lawn, braced himself to keep from falling to the ground, and climbed off his broomstick.

A feeble smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his hand high—

The golden snitch of victory, which represents victory, is firmly in his hands!

"All of them—"

Mrs. Hodge's whistle representing the end of the game sounded on the field, followed by cheers from the crowd and shouts of commentator Lee Jordan in extreme excitement:

"Our genius Seeker, Harry Potter, has captured the Golden Snitch and caught it right next to the ears of the Seekers of the Slytherin team! Let's congratulate Gryffindor on their victory!"

Fred and George flew from afar, threw the broom aside, and lifted Harry high into the air.

"Well done, Harry!" Fred shouted.

"We've really made a lot of money this time!" George's eyes seemed to have changed to the shape of a golden gallon.

Harry smiled relaxedly, and looked at the professors in the audience, hoping to see Professor Dracula and thank him for his help.

However, the seats originally reserved for Dracula on that high platform were empty.

……

By this time, Dracula had returned to his office.

He was accompanied by a very short house-elf with bat-like ears, a slender nose, large protruding green eyes, and an old pillowcase.

The house-elf, who had been caught red-handed and had done bad things, was standing trembling at Dracula's desk.

Several times he tried to sneak away with the phantom shifter unique to house-elves, but he was imprisoned in place by Dracula's random glance and escaped at all

I don't drop it.

And the elf finally understood that this professor was not an ordinary wizard at all, and he was afraid that he would be more than lucky today......

"It's weird, how do I feel like I've seen you somewhere." Dracula sat behind his desk, looking at the house-elf with a puzzled expression.

He always thought the elf was a little familiar, but he couldn't be sure if it was due to the delusion caused by the face blindness of this species.

So Dracula said, "Why don't you introduce yourself first, tell me who your master is?"

"Dobby...... Dobby wasn't sent by his master!" The elf looked unyielding, "Dobby will not give in, Dobby cannot betray my master."

"So your name is Dobby." Dracula smiled casually, "But that's a lie, how can there be a house-elf who acts on their own?"

"Well, I also know that house-elves don't betray their masters, so let's change the question - why did you come to assassinate Potter?"

Hearing Dracula's new question, Dobby's face suddenly changed, and he seemed to be stimulated by something, and tears continued to roll down his long pointed nose.

"Dobby...... Dobby never wanted to assassinate the great Harry Potter......" Dobby sobbed.

"'Great,...... Harry Potter?"

Dracula frowned.

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