"Huh?" Riddle froze in place, "This...... It's not appropriate, is it?"

As one of the most dangerous black spells in the history of the entire wizarding world, the slightest carelessness during the demonstration can cause fatal consequences.

Because of this, even wizarding families who have been immersed in the dark magic environment for a long time rarely demonstrate it as a target when teaching their juniors to practice the Calling Spell.

Most dark wizard families prefer to use critters to demonstrate this most dangerous of the most dangerous unforgivable spells.

The young wizard in the audience also heard Dracula's instructions for Riddle to use the Requisition Charm on him, and he couldn't help but be in an uproar.

"Professor, don't do that!" A small wizard near the dueling table shouted.

"Don't forget what happened to your previous Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, Professor!" The smarter wizard chose to persuade from another angle.

Even the dullest little wizards in the auditorium gradually reacted, and then more young wizards joined the team to persuade Professor Dracula not to risk his life.

"Professor, this is too dangerous!" Harry hadn't recovered from the exhaustion of resisting the Imperius Curse, and he stood up in a state of embarrassment, "It's just a lesson, you don't have to put yourself in danger, do you?"

Unlike many other young wizards who knew about it for the first time, or even if they did, but it was the first time they had seen the unforgivable curse, Harry was an expert in the Requisition Curse.

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During the previous school year, he was fooled by Riddle, who appeared only in his diary, to learn the Death Reminder Charm, and even almost broke the window screen where the Dursleys imprisoned him with the Desleys in a trance.

Although Harry and Riddle had reconciled with Riddle's deliberate management, he still felt a little scared when he remembered how he felt when he almost cast the Curse of Death.

This spell can take a person's life if you are not careful!

However, Dracula on the dueling stage didn't care at all, and it was almost a boiling environment.

He raised his hand indifferently and interrupted the young wizards.

"It's all quiet!" His voice reached the ears of every young wizard, "As your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, I still have some measure."

"Don't worry, if I can't even stop Riddle's curse, I won't have the face to continue to be your professor, and the professor will directly replace him!"

Dracula's tone was extremely conceited, even empty-eyed.

Of course, he also has this conceited capital. After all, not everyone has a physique like him that is almost impossible to die, and not everyone has survived for more than a thousand years, during which I don't know how many times they have lived impatiently.

In the face of Riddle's life-requiring spell cast by a wizard who is far inferior to Voldemort's peak strength, Dracula can even take this spell with his bare hands!

If it weren't for the fact that he was too shocking to be exposed to the Curse by force, and that it would be too easy to reveal his vampire identity in front of a crowd of students, and that he would have to teach the young wizards tips on how to deal with the Curse, Dracula would have been too lazy to resist it! ….

"Hurry up, I asked you to come here just to let you cooperate with my lecture, I let you go, don't worry about being responsible." Dracula looked at Riddle and said in an impatient tone.

"But......" Riddle hesitated.

"Am I a professor or are you a professor?" Dracula said coldly, "Hurry up, don't hesitate there!"

Under Dracula's repeated urging, Riddle finally made up his mind, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra." He whispered.

A very thin and dim green light emanated from the tip of Riddle's wand, and it looked as if a faint electric spark was leaking from a green bulb, struggling through the air in the direction of Dracula.

Dracula

：「……」

He flicked his wand and lifted the green spell, which was not yet bright with electric sparks, to the ground.

The infinitely weakened version of the Vital Curse immediately fell like a trail of soot to the ground, extinguishing in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Riddle's eyes widened as he watched Dracula pick up the Flying Rope Curse, and the expression on his face was a good interpretation of the word stunned.

In his mind, no matter how weak the spell caster exerted in the Requisition Spell, the properties of the most dangerous and unforgivable spell would not change at all, and there was still no magic to resist it.

However, Dracula only flicked his wand and flipped the weak but authentic Curse aside, annihilating it on the table of the dueling table.

This is simply unreasonable!

Picking off a spell with a wand is the exclusive skill of powerful wizards, and is usually only used against wizards who are many times weaker than themselves.

This is because opponents whose magic power is close to the same level will cast the same level of spells.

In the face of the same level of spells, it is difficult for wizards to defuse their attacks with ease, and it is usually better to choose to dodge or use defensive magic to counter.

In fact, there are two types of combat techniques for picking up the Flying Spell:

One is to wrap a variant of the Iron Charm around your wand to prevent your opponent's spell from reaching your body to ensure optimal security.

The other is to use superior magical understanding and quick reflexes to find the attack path of the opponent's spell at the moment when the spell hits, control it in time with the casting material at the tip of the wand, and instantly pick the spell away.

The latter method is much more difficult to implement and more dangerous than the former, so most wizards use the former method in combat.

However, the method used by Dracula is undoubtedly the latter.

Riddle stared dumbfounded at the place where the Calling Spell he had cast disappeared, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

At this moment, Dracula became impatient.

"Assistant Teacher Riddle, you dare to tell me that what you just cast is a Requisition Charm?" He looked at the handsome face opposite with a smile, and his tone was cold, "Be serious when you come to be a teaching assistant, otherwise you won't want to get your salary." ….

With just a Horcrux background and no family property, Riddle has no other source of income, and he really needs this salary as a teaching assistant.

So Riddle finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth fiercely, and raised his wand again—

"AvadaKedavra!"

Unlike the faint sound he made the last time he chanted the spell, this time, Riddle's voice was full of anger, and his eyes were filled with a hint of the killing intent necessary to cast the Death Curse.

A blinding green light streaked across the dueling arena and shot in front of Dracula in an instant.

The young wizards in the audience closed their eyes in fright, and couldn't bear to see Dracula hit by the Death Curse.

"Keep your eyes open and watch my movements!"

Dracula didn't open his mouth, but his voice appeared very abruptly in the ears of every little wizard who closed his eyes, as if it was faster than the green beam that Riddle cast.

"Seriously, I'm not going to demonstrate the same coping method a second time!"

At the same time, Dracula also raised his eerie wood wand-

"Avis."

Bird after bird flew out of Dracula's wand, like moths to a flame, towards the green beams that swooped in his face.

Every time a bird is struck by the Curse and dissipates into a point of light, the green light representing the Curse fades a little more until it disappears completely.

The little wizard in the audience watched this magical scene with wide eyes, and the auditorium, which was still a little noisy, fell into silence unconsciously.

"Did you see it all?

Dracula withdrew his wand and said to those present, "This is one of the more advanced applications of Transfiguration—the Summoning Charm, and I just used the Bird Summoning Charm."

"Although the creatures that are transformed by the summoning spell are somewhat different from real life, these summons still have certain qualities in their bodies that only real life can have, and there is a high probability that they can deceive the life requisition spell that is not strong enough, so as to weaken or even completely dissolve the curse." Dracula explained.

Hearing Dracula's evaluation, Riddle's face froze for a moment.

The life-requiring spell, which I was very satisfied with, was described as "not strong enough", and no matter how much I thought about it, it didn't make people happy.

"It's not just the bird summoning spell I just cast, but other kinds of summoning spells can be used as well." Dracula continued.

His gaze turned to Draco Malfoy of Slytherin House, "Mr. Malfoy should be aware of this, the Serpent Summoning Charm you cast in the Dueling Club can also be used to fend off the Requisition Charm."

As he spoke, Dracula waved his wand and casually demonstrated the snake summoning spell to the young wizards.

"The spell of the Serpent Summoning Spell is, Serpensortia."

A large snake fell to the ground, and before it could react, Dracula used the Vanishing Charm to lift the spell.

"That's the first way to deal with it." He said to the little wizards.

"Riddle, continue to cast the Death Curse on me." Then, Dracula waved his hand at Riddle again, "Don't show mercy, you can put a few more, the kind that chased me to fight, so that the students can see it more vividly." ….

Riddle's face immediately collapsed.

It was already difficult to overcome the heavy psychological pressure to use the Death Curse on Dracula, so why let a few more people chase him...... He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to be hit!

"What are you waiting for, why don't you do it yet?" Dracula urged again, "Do you still want a salary?"

Riddle's face changed again.

'Well, for the wages!' ，

He silently relented, and waved his wand vigorously—

A blinding green beam suddenly shot out, followed by two other beams that shifted to the left and right, faintly blocking Dracula's dodge route.

Riddle had already used his strength to the fullest, and the casting of the spell seemed to have a bit of the flavor of Voldemort's peak.

Looking at the three life-seeking spells in almost no particular order, Dracula nodded in satisfaction.

"Keep your eyes open." As he explained, he pointed his wand unhurriedly at the ground.

"Depri."

As the spell fell, a large hole was blasted in the hard dueling table.

Dracula landed in the middle of the hole, dodging the attacks of the three life-seeking spells. Riddle's next Curse followed, but it landed on the sturdy dueling table, and he had no chance to touch Dracula's body.

"It's a magic designed to change the terrain, and sometimes it's very useful."

Riddle withdrew his wand, and Dracula leaped lightly from the hole and landed on the dueling table again.

"Similarly, there are other terrain-altering spells, such as lifting a piece of ground to form a wall to block the Requir's attacks."

Dracula waved his wand, and a portion of the dueling table rose to form a wall.

"It's true that the Require Charm can't be intercepted with protective magic, but the terrain doesn't cover it." "But if you don't meet a powerful dark wizard—"

Dracula raised his hand and cast a life-requiring spell, a bright and dazzling green lightning bolt like a blasting spell, breaking through the walls formed on the dueling table in an instant, bombarding the walls of the auditorium from afar, before finally losing all power.

"Professor, what are we going to do when we encounter such a powerful dark wizard?" Fred suddenly raised his hand and asked in a loud voice.

"There shouldn't be many wizarding worlds

A dark wizard has such power." Dracula glanced at Fred and sneered, "If you are really unlucky, I suggest that you do not resist and surrender directly."

Listening to Dracula's words, Hermione, who was standing next to Harry, showed an incredulous expression.

"I guessed it completely wrong." She muttered.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked curiously, "Is there anything else you'd say wrong?"

"Not just wrong, but very wrong." Hermione put her hands over her face, "I thought Professor Dracula was a decent wizard and that his dark magic wouldn't be better than a dark wizard, but it's ridiculous to think about it now......

"He's clearly the most powerful dark wizard!" Hermione exclaimed. ….

……

In the devastated dueling arena, Dracula is still emphasizing the precautions for resisting the Requirition Curse.

"While these tips can improve your chances of survival against the Requirition Curse, don't think that by learning these things, you'll be able to face the Dark Wizard head-on." Dracula's gaze swept over all the young wizards present and said coldly.

"All that prerequisites for these techniques to be able to use them are that you have enough reflexes and fast enough to cast spells."

"If you don't keep your composure when confronting the Dark Wizard, think of the most appropriate spell as quickly as possible, and cast it successfully at the last moment, then all the knowledge you have learned today will be meaningless!"

"To be honest, there has always been a great danger lurking in the peaceful environment of the wizarding world, and I don't know when a large number of dark wizards will sweep through the entire wizarding world...... That's what I'm trying to teach you today about dealing with the dark arts."

"Rather than successfully using the methods I taught you today in front of the Dark Wizards, I actually hope that none of you will ever have the opportunity to use these methods."

"You are my first and so far only students, and I sincerely hope that you will be able to live in the wizarding world with fewer dangers......

Dracula sighed softly and turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the walls of the auditorium.

"It's getting late, and given that this session of the Duel Club dragged on for a few minutes and took up everyone's rest time, this week's Defence Against the Dark Arts written assignments have all been cancelled."

"Class!"

Dracula didn't care what the students thought of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he didn't bother to ask questions he didn't understand, and he didn't even bother to bother with the duel arena that was tossed beyond recognition......

The moment he finished announcing the end of class, he turned into several flying bat phantoms and disappeared in the center of the auditorium.

……

It was night, and the candles in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts were quite bright.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, as usual, as if he was dealing with some documents related to the school's operations, but his eyes were always wandering.

At one point, Dumbledore's gaze suddenly went into focus.

He raised his finger, and a crack opened in the window of the headmaster's office.

The next moment, a silver-haired figure suddenly appeared by the window of the office, leaning against the bookcase by the window, looking at Dumbledore behind the desk.

"You seem to have had a great time today, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore looked up at the silver-haired figure with a teasing smile, "How's it going, how does it feel to teach the students the dark arts?"

"Don't give people hats, Dumbledore." Dracula chuckled, "I didn't teach my students how to use the dark arts, I just taught them some ways to deal with them."

"I didn't blame you," Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "I'm just a little surprised by what you said at the end, Professor Dracula, and I feel ...... It's not quite your style."

"Really? So what kind of style do you tell me?" Dracula curled the corners of his mouth.

"After last semester, you gave yourself a vacation

Something, I almost thought I was going to hire a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor again." Dumbledore spread his hands, "I thought Hogwarts would never be able to keep you, Lord Earl......

"Who would have thought that our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor would not only return to school, but even feel a little more belonging than he did before he left. What you just said really seems to be from the perspective of a conscientious professor who no longer sees himself as an outsider."

Listening to Dumbledore's assessment, Dracula fell silent.

"But I'm not an outsider......" After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Hogwarts is my territory."

……

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