"You idiot!" Voldemort roared at Quirrell in the mirror, "It's been so many days, and you can't even see that Dracula is on guard against you?"

Quirrell's expression was obviously confused, "Precaution? Why would he be on guard against a Hogwarts joke?"

"It's not all because of you, this good-for-nothing, that I had to take action personally that day." Voldemort said coldly, "The magic I used to help you escape was too rare, and it couldn't be controlled by the strength you showed. ."

"Now I even suspect that he agreed to your coming to Hogwarts just to study the magic I took you to escape from, and other secrets about you!"

"What... what... what should I do?" Quirrell was so frightened that he stammered, "Then I will be watched by him all the time, and then... I will never have the chance to find the Sorcerer's Stone again?"

"Don't worry, we can wait for an opportunity." Voldemort said very gloomily, "Wait for an opportunity when everyone gets together and has no time to care about you. Then you do this..."

…

Voldemort didn't have to wait long for the opportunity to tell Quirrell.

Immersed in a teaching career accompanied by many young people, more than a month has passed quietly, and Dracula is about to usher in his first Halloween at Hogwarts.

In the principal's office on the eighth floor of the main tower of the castle, Dracula was leaning against a wall covered with portraits. Next to him was a pointed wizard's hat.

There was a gap at the brim of the hat, and there were two folds on it to form a pair of eyes. At this time, the brim and folds of the hat formed an expression of despair, and its despair was so overwhelming. Men are silent and women cry!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu , look at the difference between me and those ordinary hats!"

At this time, the originally tattered and dusty Sorting Hat looked brand new! All the worn and patched areas had been repaired and neatly repaired, and the dirty appearance had also been cleaned up.

The Sorting Hat now looks like a brand-new wizard's hat, with no trace of the fact that it is actually a thousand years old.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable without taking a shower for so long? Why aren't you happy when I come to clean you up?" Dracula looked at the brand new Sorting Hat playfully.

He threw it up smoothly, then reached out to catch it, and threw it up again, having a great time.

"Stop, stop! I'm going to vomit!" The Sorting Hat spun and begged loudly for mercy, "I was wrong, Lord Earl, I shouldn't be dissatisfied with your decision in the slightest!"

When Dracula heard the Sorting Hat's plea for mercy, he stopped moving and placed it casually on the stool next to him.

"How are you doing? Do you still want to protest now?" Dracula asked him with a slight smile on his lips.

His slender fingers hung on the brim of the Sorting Hat, as if the hat's answer was slightly unsatisfactory, and he was ready to continue letting it experience the joy of free falling and spinning in the air.

"No more protest, I don't dare anymore." The Sorting Hat said in a weak tone, absent-mindedly, "Your Majesty, please spare me. I just didn't adapt to it just now, but now I feel better after adapting to it. It’s pretty good too.”

Dracula then took his hand back, which made the Sorting Hat breathe a deep sigh of relief.

On the portrait wall next to it, the portraits of past principals also expressed their approval of the new and clean image of the Sorting Hat.

A Slytherin headmaster with sparse eyebrows and a goatee commented:

"It's good. Finally, I don't have to be affected by a tattered hat every day when I open my eyes."

Dracula looked up and saw the name of the principal marked under the portrait, Phineas Nigellus Black. Dracula did not know this principal, Phineas Black should be in

It was only after he fell asleep that he became the headmaster of the wizard.

At this time, another witch took over the topic, "Sir Dracula, I remember looking for you several times when I was the principal, but you didn't even bother to come to Hogwarts to see me. Why has it changed now?

Dumbledore is the principal, but you came here to apply to be a professor yourself."

She looked directly at Dracula, her tone a little sour.

"Ah, Delis, long time no see." Dracula raised his hand and said hello to the intellectual and elegant Principal Delis de Winter in the portrait.

Then, he did not hesitate to pass the blame to Dumbledore, "Dalys, you managed Hogwarts too safely and stably during the years when you were the principal. I probably couldn't find anything interesting in the past.

"

"But it's different now. Hogwarts under Dumbledore's management has become a lot of fun. For example, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year. I am very interested in it.

"

Principal Derwent covered his mouth and chuckled, turning his gaze to Dumbledore, who was looking helplessly.

"Professor Dracula, why do I feel that you are speaking ill of me to my face?" Dumbledore stood up from behind his desk and came to Dracula and said.

"That's not true, I'm just telling the truth." Dracula changed the subject silently, "I was distracted by the Sorting Hat just now, and I was busy cleaning it. I haven't asked you what you wanted to do here.

Woolen cloth?"

Dumbledore happily changed the subject and continued what Dracula said:

"Actually, it's not a big deal. Isn't it almost Halloween? This holiday is quite in line with the temperament of the vampire count, so I would like to ask, does Professor Dracula have any ideas for performing a show?"

"Performance?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "I remember you told me before to try not to reveal my identity as a vampire to prevent some students' parents from protesting."

"Other times are naturally not suitable for revealing one's identity, but Halloween is different." Dumbledore said with a smile, "No matter what you look like on Halloween, the little wizards and professors will think it is role-playing and will not really doubt De Gu.

It’s Professor La’s identity.”

"Forget it, it's too much trouble to put on a show or something." Dracula shook his head, "But I can write a letter for you and find a famous mixed-race vampire singer to perform. I just need him too.

Call me over to ask something."

"In addition, you can also leave the scene decoration of the auditorium to me. With the lack of imagination of the Hogwarts professors, it is really not convenient to do such a thing!"

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Chapter completed!