Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

George and Lee Jordan got entangled and jumped down together.

George laughed strangely excitedly, while Li hung on George's body, screaming in horror.

When they were about to hit the ground, a large bat appeared at their feet, gently caught them, and threw them on the snow.

Fred, who was one step ahead, walked over on the snow and hugged the two of them.

"Exciting, Lee?" he said to Lee Jordan with a teasing laugh.

"It's too dangerous, no, I have to take my time." Lee Jordan panted heavily, leaning against the wall next to him.

Fred and George glanced at Li angrily, and then ignored him, and the two walked to the side arm in arm.

"How is it, George, is it fun?" Fred asked winkingly.

"It's okay, but the second floor is still too low. It might be more interesting to jump down from a tall building." George looked up at the taller tower above the castle, "Say, let's go down from Gryffindor Tower Wouldn't dancing be more fun?"

"You jump as you please, I won't pick you up anyway!"

At this time, Dracula's voice sounded beside him.

After the twins' plot was discovered, they showed no sign of guilt at all. Instead, they leaned over and said to Dracula with a playful smile:

"Professor, why don't you tell us the way to jump from a high place without falling to our death? Then we don't have to trouble you to save us!"

Dracula raised his hand to catch another little wizard who jumped down, and said casually: "I thought you should already know the slowing spell at your age."

"So it's a deceleration spell?" the twins said excitedly, "Then we'll learn it right away, thank you professor!"

Dracula glanced at the two of them, then looked away wordlessly.

Led by the twin pioneers, the third-grade lion cubs and little badgers began to jump down from the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom one by one.

The little lions of Gryffindor danced the most. They even crowded around the window, and the people behind pushed the front ones down. When they jumped, a group of people fell in a crooked manner, like dumplings...

Under the control of Dracula, a group of bats can always appear at the feet of the little wizards at the infrequent time, saving them from the suffering of a two-day trip to the school infirmary.

The last one to jump down was Cedric of Hufflepuff. He just stayed in the classroom to organize the order of "window jumping", and urged those who dared not jump to actively face the difficulties and jump down bravely!

Cedric did not use Dracula's bat to land. Instead, he cast a floating spell on the back of his school robe, allowing the buoyancy of the cloak to drag him up, and then lightly landed on the snow.

The twins next to him looked at Cedric's smooth movements and felt very unconvinced.

"Why can he be so handsome when he lands, but we can only step on bats?" Fred said to George, "The professor can clearly choose a better-looking animal, and we can make a quick decision!"

"Hush!" George quickly put his hand to his mouth, and whispered, "Be careful, don't let Professor Dracula catch you talking bad about him. He seems to like bats very much, bats are used for everything..."

Fred quickly shut his mouth.

Fortunately, Dracula's attention was not on the two of them at this time, but snapped his fingers after all the students arrived.

A group of chubby snowmen emerged from the snow. They lined up in a neat row, standing face to face with the little wizards.

"The content of our practical class today is to practice the accuracy of casting spells." Dracula faced the students and started his speech in this defense against the dark arts practical class, "What I need to tell you is that the spell hits The importance of the rate."

"Although the behavior of the two Weasleys attacking the teaching staff is not worth advocating, it is worth affirming that the magic spell they used can accurately make the snowball hit the back of Mr. Quirrell's head, which shows that there is no problem with the accuracy of their spell casting. of."

The Weasley twins looked at each other and smiled, the expressions on their faces even more proud.

As the batters of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the two of them had no problem with their eyesight and hit rate, which is why they were able to hit Quirrell's head with snowballs accurately.

"The accuracy of the spell sounds simple, but you will know how difficult it is in actual combat." Dracula looked at the little wizards again, and continued, "Everyone below corresponds to a snowman and stands up with the snowman. Keep a distance of more than five meters."

"When I said the beginning, everyone fired their best spells at the snowman target in front of you. Let me first see how the hit rate of your spells is."

A field of colorful spells flickered non-stop, and the little wizards attacked the snowman in front of them one after another.

The Weasley twins and Cedric immediately shattered the snowman ahead.But other people are not so simple, most of their spells are skewed to one side, and some of them inadvertently hit the students next to them, which brought them a painful blow and turned the boat of friendship over just overturned...

"Do you understand the importance of the hit rate of the spell?" Dracula looked at the students and asked, "For example, in a duel, whoever casts the spell with the highest frequency will win the final victory." .It is to make more spells hit the opponent within a certain period of time, causing effective damage!"

He snapped his fingers again, restoring the snowmen to their original chubby appearance.

"Hold the wand straight and aim well. In the practice of casting spells, the three elements of goal, determination, and calm are all important, and they are indispensable." Dracula said.

"Let's start the next round of spell casting hit rate practice!"

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On a vast expanse of white snow, the practical class of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was in full swing.

A long row of snowmen lined up, and each snowman was guaranteed to correspond to the corresponding little wizard, so that they could practice the accuracy of casting spells.

From time to time, the light of the spell lights up.

At this time, an uninvited guest came over.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Dracula came to the tall, elderly witch and greeted her.

"Professor Dracula, I need an explanation." Professor McGonagall tightly pursed his lips, "If I read correctly, many students just jumped from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the second floor, right?"

"How dare you teach students like this?"

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