"Dumbledore, I have formally filed a lawsuit against the Ministry of Magic against that ugly, hateful, dangerous beast that attacked my son!"

Lucius slammed the door open into the conference room, pulling his chair open with anger on his face, the solid wood legs slamming against the floor with a dull sound.

"Not only that, but in the name of the school manager, I would like to question the quality of the professors appointed by the president this academic year." He sat on the chair he pulled out, crossed Erlang's legs, and supported his cane with one hand, looking imposing.

"I've checked the records, Rubeus Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year for raising dangerous magical creatures without permission, is this kind of shady wizard really suitable to be a professor? I doubt it."

Lucius strove his gorgeous shirt and continued, "Not only that, but there's another problem with dropping out of third grade...... In other words, Rubeus Hagrid himself doesn't even have a certificate for the ordinary wizard level exam to protect magical beasts."

"Can this kind of person really be chosen to be a professor at Hogwarts?"

He leaned forward and stared at Dumbledore smugly, his tone full of pleasure.

"Mr. Malfoy, I have explained to the Ministry of Magic that Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts. He is innocent, and someone has set him up to blame." Dumbledore's face did not change at all, and he began to defend Hagrid in a serious manner.

The Headmaster was so skilled at this deception that he easily brushed Hagrid's actions at raising dangerous magical creatures and blamed the blame for the expulsion.

Lucius, as a "young man" in his thirties, obviously did not know the truth about fifty years ago, and did not even doubt Dumbledore's claims.

"Even if you ignore that, there's no problem with Rubeus Hagrid failing the ordinary wizard level exam, right?" Lucius's face darkened, and he said coldly, "There was a teaching accident in his class, and there is no problem with this matter, right?"

"Dumbledore, I'd like to see how you defend him!"

Dumbledore unhurriedly lifted his glasses, but instead of being dismayed by Lucius's questioning, he chuckled softly.

"Mr. Malfoy, Hogwarts has never stipulated that recruited professors must pass the ordinary wizarding exam." He chuckled.

"Hagrid has been a hunting ground warden at Hogwarts for fifty-two years, during which time he has managed the magical beasts in the school in an orderly manner and rarely has accidents; At the same time, he has maintained friendly relations with various magical animal races, such as the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, and has made an indelible contribution to the harmony of the neighborhood."

"On top of that, Hagrid discovered and raised a pair of Thestrals with his own hands, which later developed into a thriving race. As a result, each Hogwarts carriage was replaced by a Thestrals, which was originally purchased for the Thestrals, which saved the school's stewards a huge cost."

"What's more, I've learned that none of the other students in Hagrid's class had any accidents, and only your son didn't follow the professor's instructions and rashly came into contact with the Hippogriff, which caused the teaching accident. It stands to reason that Hagrid should not be fully responsible for this teaching incident." ….

"Mr. Malfoy, do you still think Hagrid doesn't qualify to be a Hogwarts professor?" Dumbledore gave Lucius a deep look and asked word by word.

Lucius's face was a little ugly.

It was hard for him to refute the fact that this usually inconspicuous hunting ground warden had done so much for Hogwarts.

But Lucius was still not willing to let go of the big man who allowed the Hippogriff to hurt his son.

"These contributions only mean that he is a qualified hunting ground warden, but not that he is qualified enough to be a Hogwarts professor!" He said forcefully, "I can't believe the overall quality of a wizard who hasn't passed the wizard level exam."

"Are you sure you want to talk like that, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore suddenly laughed happily, looking at Lucius on the face

Be all abroad.

"Of course, I stand by my point of view." Lucius frowned and glanced at Dumbledore suspiciously.

He didn't know or care what Dumbledore was laughing at, he just wanted to be angry for his son right now.

Lucius thinks he has the capital.

This is because, after Dracula reorganized the Hogwarts Board of Trustees and got rid of several thorny pure-blood trustees, the Malfoys became the only two of the Board of Trustees to pay for the day-to-day running of Hogwarts, the other being the Ministry of Magic's treasury.

Lucius felt that the advantage was on him, after all, Hogwarts couldn't live without a patron, just like the wizarding world couldn't do without JK Rowling!

"Alright," Dumbledore finally stopped smiling, a slight tease in his eyes, "Mr. Malfoy, may I think...... Are you questioning Professor Dracula's overall quality and teaching ability?"

Lucius's face froze, and cold sweat suddenly ran down his forehead.

He subconsciously glanced at the empty main seat at the front of the room, which was the seat reserved by the school board for Dracula, who was the nominal chairman of the school board.

Dracula was too lazy to have a meeting, so after that fresh time, he basically didn't come to this conference room.

But the school trustees here can't just treat him as if he doesn't exist.

What if one day the unpredictable professor suddenly came to the meeting on a whim? Let the chairman have no place to sit and stand in a meeting with the school board?

What if the moody professor gets angry and beats up the trustees in the room?

So the school trustees gave Dracula a seat anyway.

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the empty seat, and before he had time to wipe away the cold sweat that had trickled into the corners of his eyes and pierced his eyes, he immediately said righteously:

"Nonsense, how could I possibly question Professor Dracula! Professor Dracula is the most proficient and comprehensive Defence Against the Dark Arts professor I've ever seen, and no one will question him!"

Even though he knew that Dracula was not at the scene, Lucius still adhered to the principle of being cautious in his words and deeds on the topic of Dracula, and immediately made a statement, showing his identity as a Dracula fan to the fullest.

He was now ready to abandon Voldemort and turn to Dracula once and for all. It would be a great loss to be rejected by Dracula because of such a trivial matter..........

"So why is it that Professor Dracula, who has not taken the wizarding level exam, is the professor with the strongest teaching ability and comprehensive quality, while Hagrid, who also did not take the wizarding level exam, can only be questioned?" Dumbledore asked with a sharp look in his eyes.

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"How can Professor Dracula and Rubeus Hagrid be the same......" Lucius tried to retort, but was interrupted by Dumbledore before he could say anything.

"Could it be because Professor Dracula is the chairman of the Board of Trustees?" Dumbledore stared into Lucius' eyes and said in a deep tone, "Can members of the school board have privileges that no one else has?"

Dumbledore's words pierced Lucius's heart.

Obviously, he was not talking about Dracula, but about Lucius.

Lucius's face changed, and he fell into a long hesitation.

Dumbledore just stared at him, without any extra movements or words. The other school directors didn't say much, none of them wanted to get involved in the dispute between the Pureblood Matriarch and the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

For a long time, Lucius exhaled deeply.

"Okay, then I'll give Mr. Headmaster a face today." He gritted his teeth and said, every word like it came out of his teeth, "I don't have to appeal Rubeus Hagrid......

After saying this, Lucius raised his head and met Dumbledore's deep eyes, "Are you satisfied, Dumbledore?"

"Thank you, then

Your understanding, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction and stood up from his seat, "Well, then, this matter passed happily......

He turned to look at the other members of the school board, "Is there anything else on the school board?" If not, I still have to deal with some official business, so I won't accompany me for now......

"Wait a minute." Lucius also stood up, and with a gloomy face, he called out to Dumbledore, who was about to leave.

Dumbledore turned his head in confusion, "Anything else, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I spared the big man, but the brute who hurt Draco must pay the price." "I've contacted the Hazardous Biological Committee, and they'll be sending the resolution in a few days," Lucius said.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dumbledore's face sank as well.

"Of course, Draco must be accounted for for the damage he has suffered." Lucius rested his cane on the ground, his expression returning to that untouchable look.

"Well, since you don't listen to persuasion, then I'll have to get a rescuer." Dumbledore sighed.

He suddenly stretched out his wand, waved a silver-white phoenix, and flew through the walls to the third floor of the castle.

It was Dumbledore's patronus, modified by him to convey messages.

Lucius's face was not very good-looking.

He recognized that the silver phoenix was flying in the direction of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of the castle, and Dumbledore was probably looking for Professor Dracula to come over and stand on the platform to support the Hippogriff. ….

Lucius was ready to bend and stretch—

If Professor Dracula had been called over and sided with Dumbledore and Hagrid, he would have immediately written down the accusation against the animal, laughing that it was just a misunderstanding......

But at this moment, Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little surprised at first, and then turned to helplessness.

"Looks like Professor Dracula isn't at Hogwarts Castle, right?" Lucius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

"It's unfortunate." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Then wait until Professor Dracula returns." Lucius tilted the corners of his mouth, "If Professor Dracula doesn't object, the resolution of the Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Organisms will still be delivered as usual in a few days, and you can call that big guy to wait."

With that, Lucius flicked his cane and left the board room in high spirits.

After all the school directors had left, Dumbledore's eyes quietly appeared a little doubtful, and then he summoned a phoenix patronus again.

He closed his eyes and controlled the silver phoenix as it flew around the castle, probing every inch of the castle that was out of the ordinary.

After a few moments, Dumbledore's eyes opened suddenly, a complex look of astonishment and anger in his eyes.

……

Go back a few hours before the school board meeting.

At dawn, a golden light pierced the starlight curtain at the end of the black lake, quietly illuminating the darkest hour of the day.

It was still dark, and this was the time of day that Dracula admired the most.

There is no dazzling sunlight, nor is it eternal darkness, and the best balance between light and darkness is struck.

He stood on the shore of the Black Lake, his eyes glowing with burgundy, and he watched with interest as the big squid in the water teased the little snakes that had been playing all night in the Slytherin common room.

Just as Dracula was looking at him, a red glow suddenly flashed past him.

An alertness not seen in I don't know how many years and Ji Dong suddenly crashed into Dracula's withered heart.

He subconsciously leaned over his neck, dodging a crimson blade of light.

The end of the blade of light narrowly grazed the position of the throat, and flew into the water without the slightest pause, and the lake was split in half in an instant, and the dividing line drawn by the air on the surface of the lake was not for a long time

There is a spread.

On the dividing line, many swimming fish are cut into two sections, and the cut surface is as smooth as a mirror.

Dracula felt something strange on his neck, and he raised his hand and gently brushed the end of the crimson blade of light over the place.

Suddenly, he touched a touch of cold liquid.

"How many years...... Dracula flipped his palm and looked at his slender fingertips, his gaze a little dazed.

His pale fingertips were stained with a drop of bright red blood, and that drop of blood seemed to be glowing strangely.

"I haven't experienced what it's like to be hurt in years." Dracula licked his fingertips without a trace, tasting the fishy smell in his blood, and unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Then I want to know, who are you?"

The four sharp fangs on his lips were already exposed, his nails were extended, his wings were extended, and the evil in his eyes was no longer hidden.

Dracula's evil eyes looked at another person who appeared on the shore of the Black Lake at some point—

It was a strange figure.

He was dressed in a gorgeous red cloak with a long hood that covered his face, leaving no trace of skin exposed to the air.

But in his hand he held a wand that could not be more ordinary, like a twig picked up from the ground.

Under the hood, there was no trace of expression in the figure, but Dracula could keenly feel the underlying emotions in the man's heart—

There is no trace of malice, but it is full of murderous intent!

……

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