After the opening banquet, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. Silence returned to the auditorium.

He put forward some precautions to the young wizards and told them not to go to the Forbidden Forest and not to cast spells in the corridors.

Dumbledore's expression was not very serious, so these reminders would probably have no effect.

At least when Dracula, who was sitting on the professor's chair, glanced towards the audience, he could clearly see the eagerness to try in the eyes of many Gryffindor wizards.

After saying the precautions and a notice, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." He said seriously.

There seemed to be a few laughs from the audience, as if they thought Dumbledore was joking.

Dracula curiously turned his gaze to the short Professor Flitwick beside him and asked, "He doesn't look like he is joking."

"Oh! Indeed not." Professor Flitwick replied with a unique sharp voice, "Albus seems to want to protect something. Some time ago, he asked some of our main course professors to set up some interesting levels to prevent that thing.

Stolen by thieves."

"Oh? Why didn't I know about this? Isn't Defense Against the Dark Arts a main course?" Dracula asked.

"Of course Defense Against the Dark Arts is the main course! Well, even though I haven't enjoyed the treatment of the main course in the past few decades..." Professor Flitwick touched his mustache and said coquettishly, "But Professor Dracula, don't you

It's normal to know this. You happened to be away when Albus was looking for someone to set up the level, so he asked Quirrell to do it for you."

"That's right." Dracula nodded.

The next moment, he saw the smile on Professor Flitwick's face froze.

Standing in the middle of the professor's chair, Dumbledore faced all the students and flicked his wand. A long golden ribbon flew out of the wand and twisted like a snake high above the dining table.

Lines of text.

"Everyone chooses the tune he likes." Dumbledore said, "Get ready and sing!"

Hearing the "singing" of all the teachers and students, Dracula's expression froze.

"Wait a minute, a thousand years have passed and we still haven't found someone to compose a tune for the school song of Hogwarts?!"

Amidst the noisy "singing" that sounded like a quarrel, Dracula asked loudly to Professor Flitwick beside him.

Professor Flitwick was so happy that he stopped singing with everyone. He stood on a chair and said equally loudly: "Every headmaster believes that this is the tradition of Hogwarts, and no one is willing to break it!"

Dracula was speechless, not knowing what expression to make.

He still vaguely remembered that Ravenclaw wrote the lyrics of the Hogwarts school song a thousand years ago. However, given that the music of that era in Britain was still very backward, people at that time could also play bagpipes and solo strings.

Piano and the like.

In order not to let the music of the school song degrade the style of Hogwarts too much, the four founders passed down the words alone, hoping that in future generations, excellent wizard composers would compose moving tunes for the Hogwarts school song.

Who would have thought that later principals would regard not composing music for the school song as the deep intention of the founder, and always follow the tradition of free tunes, even to this day, a thousand years later...

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After enduring the school song, Dracula returned to his office.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is located on the third floor and is connected to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor. For each class, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor only needs to open the side door of the office and walk down a short flight of steps.

Come to the classroom.

Dracula was completely unsure whether this layout had always been like this, or whether it was specially arranged by Dumbledore to guard against his habit of jumping out of windows...

In an office decorated with a dark aesthetic, Dracula met his teaching assistant Quirrell.

"So the way you get rid of the smell of garlic is to cover it up with a worse stench??"

Before Quirrell came in, Dracula frowned and set up a dark barrier, shutting him tightly behind the barrier.

"Professor Dracula, you have to be considerate...of me." Quirrell stood behind the barrier and stammered. "Because I met...a vampire in Romania, and...in order to prevent him from coming...

Come to me, that's all I can do."

After hearing Quirrell's reasons, Dracula's eyes moved slightly.

"Have you seen any vampires in Romania?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, it is."

"How are they doing now?" Dracula's attitude became a little more serious. He sat upright on the back of his chair and looked at Quirrell.

"What...what's going on?" Quirrell looked at him blankly.

"Their behavioral habits, ways of doing things, mental outlook, the prosperity of the ethnic group, etc." Dracula showed a smile that he thought was quite kind, and even endured the stench and put Quirrell into the office from behind the barrier.

"Don't put too much pressure on me, just talk casually."

"Um..." Quirrell was a little dazed and stammered, "It's just...it's no different from usual. The vampire is still...as brutal as before, with a blue face, ugly face...ugly, and a thin body..."

"When he saw me, he rushed towards me and wanted to suck my blood. Of course I didn't want to, so I started fighting with him. I... we fought for a long time, and I used... a magic spell to drive him away.

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"Enough, it's all nonsense!"

The more Dracula listened, the darker his face became, until he couldn't listen anymore and slapped him out of the door.

"I don't care what reasons you find, get rid of the smell or expel you, you choose one!"

Quirrell fell out of the door and hit the back of his head heavily on the pillar in the corridor.

He stretched out his hand to rub his painful head, but when he reached halfway, a vicious curse sounded in his mind.

Quirrell quickly took back the hand that was almost pressing on the back of his head, stood up and left Dracula's office dejectedly.

However, he had just taken a few steps when he was suddenly grabbed back by an invisible hand.

"One more thing." Dracula once again rolled out a barrier to isolate the smell and asked behind the barrier, "I heard that you set a barrier for the things that Dumbledore wants to protect? What is it that he wants to protect?

do you know?"

Hearing Dracula's question, Quirrell's whole body tensed up.

"I...I'm not sure. I'm only responsible for setting up the...levels." He said carefully.

"I guess you don't know either." Dracula curled his lips, "So what is arranged in the level?"

"A...a troll."

Quirrell was thrown out of the office again and his head was hit on the same pillar.

"I said how could you stink like this? It turns out it's the smell of the troll." Dracula frowned in disgust.

"I'll throw your troll out of Hogwarts immediately, and I'll set up the levels!"

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Chapter completed!