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Chapter 203: Dracula having fun with himself.

Although there were some hardware shortcomings, Dracula was using a randomly picked up pine wand, and couldn't use his best magic yet, so he might be a little bit different from his past self when it came to hard fighting.

But he could still remember most of his response process and methods from his last duel.

Therefore, if he deliberately reduced some magic spell sparring and focused on increasing the skill and sensitivity exchanges, then Dracula's gameplay experience in this duel would be very good.

In particular, looking at his past self, although he was still bracing himself to maintain his high style and strong aura, but from his micro-expressions you could see his inner shock and bewilderment, which greatly satisfied Dracula's bad taste!

In fact, the two differently dressed Dracula were enjoying themselves, and continued to fight until the dawn before finally stopping.

At this time, the sun had completely risen from behind the distant mountains, hanging high in the sky and casting a fiery red reflection on the surface of the Black Lake.

The sky was exceptionally clear and azure blue, making it difficult to see a single cloud.

The Dracula of the past hadn't bought a set of large hoods from Mrs. Moggin to wear, and couldn't help but frown in the sunlight, unconsciously raising his hand to cover the top of his forehead.

Dracula, who had never come back to the past, was wearing a gorgeous big red cloak, without an inch of skin exposed, the sunlight couldn't shine on his body at all. It was slightly more comfortable than the Dracula of the past anyways.

But after all, it is still under the sun, even if there is no problem physically, but psychologically it is always very unpleasant.

And so Dracula spoke for the first time after coming to the shore of the Black Lake.

"My time is almost up." He temporarily shaped his voice with a shapeshifting spell and said in a voice that was very different from his usual voice.

The fight was already over, so naturally there was no big problem with speaking a little, even if his past self did find out his true identity it wouldn't affect the battle because of it.

What's more, with such a short sentence, and with a completely changed voice, Dracula didn't think that his past self would really be able to recognize him.

Sure enough, it took a bit of effort for the past Dracula to even barely recognize what the Dracula who had regressed back to the past was saying, not guessing him at all.

"What does about time mean?" Dracula from the past asked.

Dracula, however, hadn't bothered to communicate with himself anymore, he wasn't about to spend any of his rare time back in the past on his past self, so with a casual shake of his head, he phantom shifted out of the way.

Of course, he had fully guessed, or remembered, that his past self would make a move to intercept him.

And so, in the last moment before Phantom Shift left, Dracula used a strong Iron Armor spell to block the Illusory Hand Seal cast by the past Dracula at the location where the space was fluctuating.

Not only that, in order to prevent the Dracula of the past from finding himself by following the direction of the spatial fluctuation, so he smoothly changed a large group of rabbits with directional magic to perform phantom shifting constantly in the vicinity of Hogwarts, completely messing up the surrounding space.

As a result, Dracula in the past had nowhere to look for the Hood.

...

The Dracula of the past did not realize at all that the strange Hooded Man in his eyes was none other than himself who had never traveled back to the past.

What's more, he didn't expect that this Hooded Man who attacked Professor Hogwarts on Hogwarts' turf didn't choose to run away, but rather very arrogantly directly phantom shifted to the interior of Hogwarts Castle.

...

Dracula stood in an unoccupied corridor of the Hogwarts Castle and took out an old parchment from his pocket, which had an ancient Hogwarts school emblem branded on it.

Dracula knew, of course, that in less than two minutes, his past self should have pulled out the deed and searched the entire castle, using it to find any sign of the hooded figure in his eyes.

So backtracking, Dracula took out the deed first, quietly used it to apply an anti-scrying permission to himself, and cast an unmarkable spell and a tend to avoid spell on himself.

With the addition of several such spells, the other deed would be somewhat interfered with and would not be able to show Dracula's true figure on the deed.

When he was done with these few things, Dracula exhaled thoroughly and stretched lazily.

He then took off a red cloak and appeared bright and early in the faculty's special lounge.

"Good morning, Hagrid." Dracula pushed open the door to the faculty lounge and greeted a large man sitting on a couch that was nearly as tall as the ceiling.

"Oh!" Hagrid was startled by Dracula who suddenly came in and hurriedly wiped his large bearded face with a dirty handkerchief and stammered back a greeting to Dracula, "Good ... morning, Professor Dracula."

Hagrid, even though he had been a member of the Hogwarts faculty many years ago, had come to this faculty common room only a handful of times.

This was really because apart from halls like the Hogwarts Great Hall, ordinary rooms simply couldn't accommodate a person of his size.

He was currently sitting on the large soft sofa in the common room, occupying the entire sofa for three people, causing the cushions of the sofa to sink in deeply, and the legs of the sofa to make a creaking sound of being overburdened from time to time.

Because the height of the sofa was not really high, coupled with the cushions were sunken, so Hagrid could only curl up his legs, stuck in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table.

Even so, his head still exceeded the bookshelf next to him and was only an arm's length away from the ceiling.

Dracula looked at Hagrid's body and then at the doorframe where he could have hit his forehead if he had jumped, not quite understanding how the big man had gotten in ...

Hagrid saw Dracula close the door to the faculty lounge, pursed his lips, and hesitantly asked, "Professor Dracula, you ... you didn't go to today's school board meeting?"

He had previously heard a rumor that Professor Dracula had thrashed the school board's school board members and was now speaking his mind inside the school board, so he held the mindset of trying to seek Dracula's help.

"School board meeting? Dogs don't even go there!" Dracula sat down inside another single sofa and said with a disgusted face, "A group of people are breaking up those messy crap around a table, what can be the point?"

Hagrid opened his mouth and his expression became a little strange.

On the one hand, the person Dracula unintentionally scolded included Lucius Malfoy, the bad guy who wanted to sue him, and Hagrid felt relieved; however, on the other hand, Dumbledore, whom Hagrid admired the most, was also meeting with the school councilors right now ...

"Uh ... isn't that, well, inappropriate." He blinked his glasses and deliberated.

"What's inappropriate about it." Dracula didn't care about that anyway, "Why, Hagrid, why are you suddenly asking about the school board? The school board never seemed to have anything to do with you, did it, Hagrid?"

"I'm just ..." Hagrid mumbled, trying to beg Dracula for something that kept catching in his throat and he couldn't open his mouth.

Just then, the door to the faculty lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Dumbledore, who had a full head of white hair and a white beard that grew until it could be coiled around his waist, walked in quickly, his face serious.

"Ah, Headmaster Dumbledore, has the school board meeting finished?" Hagrid immediately stood up from the sofa after seeing Dumbledore, lowered his head and took two steps forward to greet Dumbledore.

The reason why he lowered his head was because if he straightened his neck, he would easily hit his big head on the ceiling.

"Well, the school board is over, Hagrid." Dumbledore nodded, yet there was a somewhat distracted undertone to Hagrid's query, his eyes going straight to Dracula.

"What was the final ... result like?" Hagrid asked apprehensively without noticing Dumbledore's line of sight, still immersed in his own world.

"You'll be fine, Hagrid." Dumbledore looked at Dracula a couple more times before he moved his attention back to Hagrid, "There's nothing Malfoy can do to you, you're still a professor in the Protection of Magical Creatures course."

"Oh, that's good." Hagrid heaved a sigh of relief.

His lung capacity was a little too large, so much so that he exhaled like a gust of wind, blowing Dumbledore's white beard and white hair like a flapping flag.

Dracula watched with interest as the expression on Dumbledore's face dissolved into helplessness and then silently smoothed his own beard and hair down, unable to stifle his laughter.

Dracula's laughter once again drew Dumbledore's eyes to him.

"Professor Dracula, I happen to be looking for you for something." Dumbledore looked over at him, the helpless expression on his face returning to seriousness once more, "Come along to my office."

"What's so important to say that you can't say it here?" Dracula asked.

He had just fought with his past self in violation of the Ministry of Magic, and was now a little weak, not quite wanting to follow Dumbledore inside the Headmaster's office.

"This matter is important, Professor Dracula, and I must discuss it with you immediately." Dumbledore was not the least bit impressed.

"With pleasure." The door to the faculty lounge was still open, and Dumbledore looked at Dracula and gestured toward it.

Dracula shook his head helplessly at his determination and walked out the door ahead of him.

Dumbledore was relieved to see this and followed in Dracula's footsteps out of the faculty lounge.

Before Dumbledore closed the door to the place, Hagrid suddenly caught up with him again.

"Headmaster, that, that ... Buckbeak, is Buckbeak alright?" He seemed to have thought of something and asked aloud, "Those cowards might take it out on magical creatures if they can't do anything with other wizards, Professor Kettleburne often encounters this kind of thing!"

Hagrid, though he seemed naive on the surface, was dedicated, responsible, and serious when the issue involved an animal he loved or someone he cared about.

Dumbledore's face changed and he sighed softly.

"Hagrid, I have other important things on my mind right now. Can we talk about Buckbeak later?" He said softly.

Hagrid's eyes widened and his expression very suddenly became dazed.

Dumbledore shook his head and slowly closed the door to the faculty lounge, then followed in Dracula's footsteps.

"Did something happen with Hagrid?" Dracula asked thoughtfully as he glanced at the doorway that had just closed, "I'll say, I thought I saw him sniveling when I first walked in."

"Actually, word has gotten around about Hagrid." Dumbledore cast a glance at Dracula and said tantalizingly, "It's only professors of ... umm, forthrightness like yourself who haven't known about it until now."

"Tell me about it?" Dracula asked.

"There was a teaching accident in Hagrid's first period class: a hawk-headed, horse-bodied winged beast named Buckbeak attacked a student who was in the middle of a lesson, and now the student's parents have approached Hogwarts and want to expel Hagrid." Dumbledore introduced.

"Actually you don't have to say it so politely, it's just Lucius and Draco Malfoy, father and son." Dracula laughed softly, "They're the only two that have a lot going on, I don't see anyone else with so much going on."

With that, Dracula added, "Oh no, except for those Weasleys."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and said, "It was indeed the Malfoys, father and son. Draco Malfoy failed to follow classroom discipline and offended Buckbeak, so he was attacked; now Lucius Malfoy is trying to get justice for his son."

"It seems you haven't solved the problem completely yet, Dumbledore." Dracula teased, "Well, do you need my help?"

"Let's put this aside for now, I can still handle it at least." Dumbledore said, "But the other matter is not so manageable ..."

"Wouldn't you say, Professor Dracula?" He looked at Dracula with a stern and deep gaze, his tone heavy.

"Oh? Is there anything else you can't handle?" Dracula's face didn't change, as if he didn't even notice the warning intent within the principal's words, "Or does this matter also need my help?"

"This matter does require your help, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore took a deep breath and said in a hushed voice, "It doesn't require anything else complicated from you either, it would be nice to cooperate."

Dracula shrugged.

According to Dumbledore's tone and expression, I'm afraid that he has already discovered the fact that there are two Dracula's in the Hogwarts castle at this time ... He is now thinking about how he should weasel out of it to have a more successful rate of fooling the principal.

Although want to deceive this old fox as clever as the old principal, seems to be not very likely ...

Unconsciously, the two walked to the eighth floor of Hogwarts' main tower, in front of the principal's office door.

"Creamy fudge flies." Dumbledore uttered the password for the office.

The oddly ugly stone beast that was watching the door suddenly came to life and jumped aside, the wall behind it cracking in half.

Dracula and Dumbledore walked together up the rotating staircase behind the stone head.