Dracula held an umbrella and stood on a high stand at the edge of the Quidditch pitch.

The expression on his face was that of not allowing strangers to enter, which was in sharp contrast to the warm atmosphere of the little wizards around him.

Out of awe for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the young wizards consciously left him a large enough space, while they themselves crowded together in the four corners of the stand and shivered.

As the referee, Ms. Huo Qi stood in the middle of the court, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides to enter the court.

Harry glanced towards the stands, first he saw a banner flying high, with the words "Potter Must Win" shining above the crowd; then he saw a very conspicuous figure standing alone with an umbrella on the high platform.

Professor Dracula.

Dracula nodded to Harry, who was wearing a gold and red uniform and standing on the Quidditch pitch.

Harry clenched the Nimbus 2000 in his hand.

The support from his Gryffindor friends and the encouragement from the professor made him feel happy and he felt that he had the courage to defeat Slytherin!

After a short speech, Ms. Huo Qi blew her silver whistle vigorously. The next moment, fifteen broomsticks soared into the sky at the same time, rising high into the sky.

The game has begun.

Afterwards, Dracula fell into a state of boredom.

He was not very interested in the little wizards riding broomsticks flying around in the sky, as well as the various flying balls with wings. These things were far less fast than he could fly. While watching the game,

He doesn't feel the excitement at all like the little wizards experience, he just finds it very boring.

What's more, it is still a bright and sunny day, and it is difficult for Dracula to maintain a good mood in such weather.

He looked around at the little wizards around him, watching them with disinterest as they kept cheering and screaming, and he couldn't help but feel the roar of people and vibrations in the stands.

Dracula tried to sneak away from the stands several times, but he always found that Harry, the Gryffindor Seeker, was looking for the Golden Snitch, looking at his position inadvertently, as if expecting to get him.

recognition.

So in order to live up to the expectations of this little fanboy, Dracula had to stand still and endure this atmosphere that was not very comfortable for vampires.

Just when he could no longer bear the boredom and was about to leave regardless of the little wizard's expectations, Dracula suddenly found a little wizard wearing a yellow and black uniform sitting among a group of Hufflepuff badgers.

, while watching the game, he took out a pen and notebook from time to time to jot down some notes.

This little wizard named Cedric Diggory had the potential to be a vampire aristocrat in his face and temperament, and Dracula admired him very much.

So he snapped his fingers and transformed into a huge bat. As soon as the bat appeared, it flapped its wings and flew to the stands next door, catching Cedric.

Cedric was suddenly grabbed by a huge bat with its claws, and he was suddenly shocked.

However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Dracula was not in vain. He quickly took out his wand from his pocket and prepared to cast a spark spell to send a signal to the professors.

However, the bat quickly threw him into the stands next door and disappeared into thin air.

"Good morning, Mr. Diggory." A familiar voice sounded in Cedric's ears.

Dracula made the parasol very large and stuck it on the ground, covering the stands with a place where the sun rarely penetrated.

"Just sit wherever you want." He lay on the bench he had just created using the Transfiguration spell, pointed to another chair, and said to Cedric without saying anything, "I saw you were recording something just now.

Notes, what did you write?”

Seeing Dracula, "the most terrifying professor at Hogwarts", close at hand, Cedric secretly cast a look of help at his Quidditch teammates.

However, the teammates who were originally ready to lend a helping hand to rescue Cedric from the giant bat's claws turned their heads after seeing Dracula, acting like they didn't know Cedric.

Even his prefect, Truman, gave him a helpless look and asked him to grieve for himself.

"Good morning, Professor." Cedric had to face Professor Dracula alone and said bravely, "Actually, I am the seeker of the Hufflepuff College Quidditch team, and I am currently observing Potter as the seeker.

The method used by golfers.”

"What do you think of Potter's skills?" Dracula then asked boredly.

"Very good, for his age." Cedric praised.

At this moment, the subject the two were chatting about made a sharp turn and flew over their heads. The figures of the two seekers, one in front and one behind, were blocked by Dracula's big umbrella. This made Seth, who was watching with excitement,

Derek felt anxious for a while.

"Professor, it's a sunny day today. Do you still need an umbrella?" He couldn't help but ask, "Also, you are only wearing such a thin wizard robe in this weather. Is it really not cold?"

"It's not cold." Dracula adjusted his red and black cloak and said casually, "Besides, I hate being in the sun. It should be normal to put a parasol under the sun, right?"

As the chat time increased, Cedric gradually let go of his restraints and chatted happily with Dracula.

However, the good times did not last long, and an unexpected situation suddenly occurred on the Quidditch pitch——

High in the sky, Harry's broomstick began to behave extremely abnormally. The broomstick twitched and twisted crazily all the way, slowly, getting higher and higher, driving him away from the playing field.

"What tactic is this?" Sitting next to Dracula, Cedric looked at Harry through the binoculars. He didn't know what he was trying to do. "Is it a new type of psychological game to deceive the opponent?"

Dracula's burgundy eyes moved slightly, looking directly at the situation that was unfolding.

Harry's broomstick began to roll and roll, and he could barely hold on without falling. Suddenly, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off. He was now holding on with only one hand.

Hang on the broom handle and hang in the air.

"Wait a minute, this is not the so-called Quidditch tactic, there is really something wrong with Potter's broom!" Dracula said with a frown.

As he said that, he immediately turned his attention to Quirrell in another stand.

However, the development of things seems to be unexpected-

Originally, Dracula thought that Quirrell had already surrendered to Voldemort, and all his attempts were for the Philosopher's Stone that Voldemort needed. This time, he attacked Harry Potter just to vent his anger on Voldemort.

But while Harry was struggling with his broomstick and Nimbus 2000, there was no strange movement from Quirrell.

Now, he was enjoying the game with great interest, showing no signs of using spells.

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Chapter completed!