Professor Vampire.

Chapter 204: Sirius Black has a terrible temper.

Dumbledore was the first to walk up the spiral staircase to his office.

As soon as Dracula wandered up, he waved his wand and closed the door with a bang.

Dracula looked back at the closed office door and the closed windows around it with a strange expression.

Dumbledore this is not good ah ...

"Professor Dracula, I would like to ask you a question-"

As expected, after Dumbledore had done all the protection to prevent the conversation between the two from being overheard by others, he immediately questioned bluntly:

"How could you take away a student's time converter and use it privately for time regression?"

"What are you talking about, Dumbledore?" Dracula paused briefly, then said with a bewildered look on his face, "A time converter? Is there such a foul thing in the magic world?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth when he looked at the 'confused' expression on Dracula's face.

"Professor Dracula, it's only the two of us talking here now, you could have been more honest." He took a deep breath, forcing down the urge to fight Dracula, and said slowly, "And I don't know if anyone has ever told you that you're not very good at acting."

"I'm not acting." Dracula still looked confused.

"Professor Dracula, normally when you hear about something like a time-turner, the most you should show is an expression of interest." Dumbledore tapped the table with his finger, pointing out the problem with Dracula's acting, "Bewilderment is a somewhat disproportionate emotion to appear on the face of an Earl-sama."

"Is it?" Dracula thought for a moment, then nodded, "You're right, Dumbledore."

The expression on his face then seamlessly segued into the often exuberant scowl.

"It seems I was wrong about you, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore's forehead was bruised and his tone had unconsciously been laced with some gnashing of teeth, "You're a very good actor!"

"Thanks for the compliment." Dracula smiled with satisfaction, "But I really don't know what a time converter is."

"Well ... since you won't admit it, I'll have to produce a substantial piece of evidence." Dumbledore exhaled slowly and then waved his wand.

A silver-white phoenix daemon flew through the wall and out of the Headmaster's office in front of Dracula.

Seeing Dumbledore's action, Dracula gave a cry of dismay.

Within moments, the Phoenix Daemon flew back, and as its beak opened and closed, clear human voices came out of it.

First was Dumbledore's voice: ''Professor Dracula, I wonder if you are free to come to the principal's office now? I have some matters I would like to discuss with you."

The following was Dracula's voice: "No time, not going."

Dumbledore's voice: "But this matter is kinda important."

Dracula's voice: "No time then either."

"..."

The Phoenix daemon closed its beak.

Dumbledore put away the daemon and looked at Dracula derisively.

Dracula raised his hand to his forehead and fell heavily inside the couch in the Headmaster's office.

It had only just occurred to him that before he had regressed back in time, just as he had been staring at Hermione's movements on the deeds, Dumbledore had also sent a message with his daemon, asking him to go to the Headmaster's office to discuss important matters.

But Dracula was so engrossed in stalking the young wizard who loved to learn that he turned him down without even thinking.

"Well, Professor Dracula, nothing to say now?" Dumbledore watched Dracula's actions cheerfully, feeling that all the anger he had taken on Dracula before was now returned.

"Well, I did get a time-turner." Dracula said breathlessly as he lay down on the couch, "But I didn't want to do anything to disrupt line time, so don't you dare pester me about it."

"It's not a matter of pestering about it, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore cried and laughed, "Do you know that items like time converters are extremely dangerous, especially when teleporting a powerful being like you with magic power saturating your body back to the past."

"Is it any different than teleporting a minor wizard?" Dracula asked.

"Quite a difference." Dumbledore said, "You are perfectly capable of taking the time converter out right now and taking a look at it to feel if the time energy in it is still as plentiful as it was before."

Dracula pulled the golden necklace out of his coat pocket and looked at the hourglass housed in the pendant ring.

I don't know when it started, but the hourglass seemed to have a lot less golden gravel in it, with only a small amount still flowing singularly through the hourglass.

"This is ..."

"That's right, the gravel in the middle of the hourglass is the solidified form of time energy." Dumbledore nodded gently, "Originally, the energy that the Department of Mysteries poured into this time converter was enough for a young wizard to use for an entire school year ..."

"However, your use this time has consumed most of its stock. Next, Miss Granger is afraid that she won't be able to finish all the coursework for the second half of the year no matter what."

"Ahem ... I'm also doing it for her good." Dracula couldn't hold his face a bit and retorted with a cold face, "Can't you see? Miss Granger's mental state has been quite poor lately in order to listen to the lessons. Is it bad for me to confiscate a time converter in order to protect her health and improve her efficiency in listening to lectures?"

"Then why don't I go and tell her that Professor Dracula used up her time energy and now she can go and thank Professor Dracula for his kindness?" Dumbledore said with a smirk.

"Or forget it, can't afford to lose that person ..." Dracula's face stiffened for a moment, then changed his words and said, "How about this, you tell me where the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic is located, and I'll go and get some time energy over here myself. "

"Never!" Dumbledore was startled and hurriedly dissuaded him.

He was afraid that Dracula would run to the Division of Mysterious Affairs and make a scene, completely messing up the entire Ministry of Magic.

He knew that Dracula was completely capable of that.

If it is really just a mess with the Department of Mysterious Affairs, it is okay to snatch back part of the time energy in a hard way ... but Dumbledore is worried about another bigger possibility, that is, Dracula completely destroys the time chamber, letting all the time energy dissipate into thin air.

The time energy in the time chamber was already small, and it was already tight to allocate a part of it to a small wizard to use every year. If it was destroyed one more time, I'm afraid that in the future, the magic world's application in the field of time would be stagnant for a few hundred years.

"Professor Dracula, it's better for you to stay out of this matter." Dumbledore rubbed his brow and said to Dracula in resignation, "I will find a way to solve the problem of Miss Granger's time converter ..."

"... I'll write a letter to the Ministry of Magic telling them that something went wrong with the time-translator this time, and won't mention your role in it Professor Dracula." He said, "Let's hope there's still some face available on my old face."

"Is that really good?" Dracula was a little overjoyed at the idea of having Dumbledore give himself a good time, "Otherwise it's better if I go to the Department of Mysteries and have a few words with them, don't worry, I'll be friendly."

"... Don't be like that, Professor Dracula, you mustn't be friendly with me." Dumbledore said with a bit of a headache, "I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, this is what I'm supposed to do, you really don't have to worry about this."

"Well ... then I'll trouble you, Mr. Headmaster." Dracula nodded with some regret and handed Dumbledore the time converter he had tricked from Hermione.

As for whether or not he had given up on the idea of going to the Department of Mysteries to have "friendly exchanges" with the mute people, the old principal was not at all sure ...

Just as the two men were having their own thoughts, there was a sharp knock on the door outside the Headmaster's office.

"Albus! Albus!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the office door, "Open the door quickly, something's wrong!"

Dumbledore's face gaped and he waved his wand menacingly, opening the door to his office and also disarming the one-way soundproofing magic that he had just set up.

"What happened, Minerva?" He asked in a gruff voice, looking toward the old woman in the doorway wearing a tall bowler hat.

Professor McGonagall came into the principal's office in a flaming haste, showing a hint of surprise after seeing Dracula on the couch.

"Professor Dracula is also here? That's even better, this matter just happens to be for you to know as well." She said hurriedly, "The Gryffindor common room has come under attack!"

...

The Headmaster's Office and the Gryffindor Common Room were both on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, so Professors Dumbledore, Dracula, and McGonagall quickly arrived in front of the Gryffindor Common Room.

When they arrived, they found the corridor crowded with people.

"Is anyone hurt?" Dumbledore asked this crowd with concern.

Dracula looked past the many heads of small wizards towards the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room and found the portrait that used to guard the doorway, the Fat Lady didn't seem to be in the portrait.

"Let me through, please," came a boy's voice from the crowd.

The red-haired Percy pushed his way through the crowd and came over, looking a little flustered but with a face that hid none of the pride and divinity of his status.

"Excuse me, please move over, I'm the president of the boys' student council." He said with his head held high, "Let me through, I need to report to the principal and professors."

"Oh?" Dracula looked at Percy, who walked over with his head held high, and said with a smirk, "I just found out, so you're this year's Boys' Student Council President, Wes Lai."

When Percy heard Dracula's voice, he reflexively cringed, and the godly look on his face immediately collapsed.

"Ah ... it's no big deal, it's still Professor Dracula who cultivated him." He said with a compensatory smile.

Professor McGonagall gave him a reproachful look, as if complaining that he hadn't thanked his own dean for his cultivation.

"Well Percy, let's put other things aside for a moment, why don't you tell us what's going on here." She said with pursed lips.

"The thing is, we just finished eating and wanted to go back to the common room to rest, then we saw this sight ..." Percy pointed to the original entrance of the Gryffindor common room.

There was supposed to be a chubby lady in a portrait there guarding the doorway.

"Oh dear-" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, clutching the book she was holding.

The fat lady had disappeared from the portrait, which had been maliciously vandalized, with small pieces of canvas scattered all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas torn away entirely from the frame.

"Did anyone witness the murderer who committed the act of vandalism?" Dracula asked.

He then shrugged, "Never mind, by the way you all acted no one should have seen it or you wouldn't all look so bewildered, the word should have gotten out long ago."

Dumbledore gave the damaged painting a quick glance.

"Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle." He rationalized, "We must learn who it was that carried out the damage as soon as possible!"

Professor McGonagall nodded and jogged quickly down the stairs.

The crowd in front of the common room door hadn't dispersed yet, and there was a bit of a cacophony of small wizards.

They were all speculating as to who was so deranged as to lay hands on the portrait of the fat lady who had worked so diligently to open the door for them.

Some speculated that it was the Rogue's, who liked to go out at night, and who resented the Fat Lady's control over them. Fred and George protested strongly against this speculation;

There was speculation that it was the work of young wizards from other houses, most likely the bad guys from Slytherin who didn't want the Gryffindors to go back to their dormitories to rest and thus gain a status advantage at the Quidditch match the following weekend;

There were even more outrageous ones, speculating that some Azkaban prisoners had snuck into the castle and destroyed the Fat Lady's portrait. This speculation was met with the most opposition, as Hogwarts was covered in protective magic, and no dark wizard would be able to get through here unimpeded!

"Ah, lucky you guys!"

A hoarse voice rang out just as the young wizards were divided.

Dracula looked up to see a short-looking apparition wearing brightly colored clothes, a tie, a top hat, a broad face with a big mouth and round eyes.

The mischievous elf was floating in mid-air, his slippers cracked at long seams, revealing dirty toes.

It was the trickster Peppy Ghost, and he was jumping over the heads of the crowd as if he were happy - as he always did when he saw destruction and depressing situations.

"You seem happy, Peeps?" Dracula asked wistfully, hooking up the corners of his mouth.

Pippi Ghost's grin faded a little as he thought about how the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had a reputation for being able to scare off even Barrow the Blood in the Spectre. Barrow the Blood was the only specter Pippi Ghost was afraid of.

So he turned to an oily accent that sounded rather better than the hoarse voice.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dracula." The Peppy Ghost said, "She got her turf all messed up and didn't want to be seen, so she ran off to another portrait."

"I happened to see her run past that landscape on the fifth floor, sir, and hide among the trees, crying something terrible."

"What a poor thing." He added, but with all the pity in the world for someone else.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh, said the Head Professor." Pippi said, a bitchy grin on his face, "She wouldn't let him in and he was very annoyed, you know what I mean?"

Pippi flipped in the air and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs.

"He's got a temper, this Sirius Black."