Professor Vampire.

Chapter 250: Interview

In the interview potions class, for some reason, Harry felt that Snape was even more cruel to him.

"This class, learn the antidote!" Snape said.

He looked around the class, his cold black eyes flashing an unpleasant light, "You should prepare your own formula now. I ask you to brew it carefully, and then we will choose someone to try it..."

Snape's eyes met Harry's, and Harry knew what was going to happen - Snape wanted to poison him.

"Potter, huh, the warrior of the semi-finals..." he said coldly, "If I were you, I would force myself to study how to save my life during this short preparation time, such as learning more knowledge..."

"Why, you look very unconvinced? Can you ensure that there will be no poisoning scenes in the game? Or... our arrogant warriors think they can deal with all the dangers?"

Harry watched Snape pick up the poison at hand, his heart thumping, imagining that he would suddenly pick up the crucible and smash it on his head when Snape was not prepared-

Just then, the door of the dungeon was knocked, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

It was Harry's little fan, Colin Creevey.

Colin slipped into the potion classroom sideways, smiled at Harry, and then walked towards Snape's podium in front of the classroom.

Harry felt that Colin was extremely brave at this moment. If it were him, he would not dare to jump onto the podium when Snape was giving a lecture...

"What's the matter?" Snape looked at Colin with a squint and asked impatiently.

"Excuse me, sir, I have to take Harry Potter upstairs." Colin said with a proud smile.

Snape's eyes dropped from his hooked nose and looked at Colin. A strong sense of oppression crushed him, and the smile slowly disappeared from Colin's eager face.

"Potter still has an hour of potions class." Snape said coldly, "He will go upstairs after class."

Colin's face flushed.

"Sir... Sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said uncomfortably, "All the warriors have to go, I think they want to take pictures..."

Harry looked at Snape's expression, which became even more gloomy, and shuddered all over, hoping to stop Colin from saying the last sentence.

He bravely glanced at Ron, hoping that Ron, who was always good at changing the subject, could smooth things over and maybe save Colin from the podium before Snape got angry.

However, Ron had been arguing with Harry all this time, and just stared at the ceiling.

"Very good, very good--" Snape said sternly, "Potter, leave your things here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote."

"I'm sorry, sir... He must take his things with him," Colin said nervously, "All warriors need..."

Harry swallowed his saliva.

I have to admit that Colin, this little fanboy, is so brave that he dared to refute Snape in class.

"Very good!" Snape said gloomily, "Potter... Take your schoolbag and get out of my sight immediately!"

It seems that Snape is still a little hesitant about this game.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.

He threw his bag over his shoulder, stood up, and walked towards the door without stopping.

When he walked past the desks where the Slytherin students were, the words "Potter Stinky Shit" flashed at him from all directions.

...

After escaping the bitter sea of ??Potions class, Harry had to face another scene that he didn't want to face anyway.

A reporter wanted to take pictures of the warriors and publish their images in the Daily Prophet.

Unlike the other warriors who won glory for the school, Harry felt that his identity as a warrior was not visible and was obtained through abnormal channels. If he was exposed to the general public in the wizarding world, it would probably make him further embarrassed...

"Good luck!"

When he came to the room used for taking pictures, Colin gave Harry his best wishes.

Harry knocked on the door and walked in.

This was a smaller classroom, and most of the desks were pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. There were three desks connected to each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs. On one of them sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch Harry had never seen before, who was wearing a magenta robe.

Viktor Krum, as usual, stood in a corner with a sullen face, not talking to anyone; Cedric, John, and Fleur were chatting, and all three of them looked very happy.

At the front of the room, a pot-bellied man was holding a large black camera that was emitting a little smoke, and was looking at Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

After Harry entered the room, the conversation of the three warriors suddenly became quiet.

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, but Cedric stood up and greeted Harry because of their old friendship, which made him less embarrassed.

Bagman also saw Harry, so he quickly stood up and jumped forward comically.

"Ah, here he comes! The fifth champion!" he said cheerfully, "Come in, Harry, come in... There's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand testing ceremony, the other referees and our safety officer will be here soon."

"Wand testing? Safety officer?" Harry asked in confusion.

"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, wands are your most important equipment." Bagman explained, "As for the safety officer, this is proposed by Headmaster Dumbledore - in addition to the referee, a new safety officer will be added to ensure your safety."

"The wand expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then I'll take a few photos of you..."

He pointed to the witch in magenta robes next to him, "This is Rita Skeeter, she is writing a short article about the tournament for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe it's not a short article, Ludo." Rita Skeeter smiled strangely, staring straight at Harry.

Her hair was made into fine, stiff, weird curls, which looked particularly awkward with her big-chinned face. A pair of jeweled glasses rested on her face, and her thick, fat fingers grasped a crocodile leather handbag. Her nails were two inches long and painted red.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that this woman is not reliable.

"Before we start, can I have a few words with Harry?" She asked Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Harry. "The youngest warrior, you know... to add some color to the article."

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly. He hoped that Harry, the youngest warrior, could be promoted. Maybe more people would join his bet.

"Just... I wonder if Harry objects?"

"Hmm--" Harry snorted in self-abandonment.

"Great!" Rita Skeeter said, and excitedly grabbed Harry's arm with her bright red claw-like fingers, trying to pull him into another room.

At this moment, the door of the room where the warriors were suddenly opened again.

A head of silver hair that was even brighter than Fleur's hair came into everyone's sight.

Rita Skeeter unconsciously relaxed her grip on Harry's hand, and her eyes were more excited than ever before.

"Ludo, which star is this to promote the Final Four Tournament?" She asked Bagman without moving her eyes.

"Ah? You said Professor Dracula is a star?" Bagman shook his head with a bit of amusement, "This is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and also the security officer for the next tournament, responsible for ensuring the safety of the warriors."

"Wait, Ludo, you said... He is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who has been re-elected for the first time in decades at Hogwarts?!" Rita looked startled, and her eyes were filled with a series of emotions such as annoyance, regret, excitement, and shock.

"Yes, Professor Dracula has been the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts for more than three years." Bagman didn't quite understand why Rita was acting so strange, and he reached out and scratched his head.

"You don't understand... This is big news!" Rita stamped her feet in anger, "This professor can occupy the first page of the newspaper just by relying on his face, which is much better than the previous Gilderoy Lockhart... Not to mention that he is also a powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"It's really strange, why has such a person never appeared in the newspaper? Why didn't I find this problem earlier?"

"I thought you should know..." Bagman said inexplicably, "Professor Dracula has just taken office at Hogwarts and some students have said that he looks quite good. As a reporter, you must have heard about those news, right?"

"But I didn't expect his appearance to be so good!" Rita replied eagerly, and immediately stopped Dracula who was looking at the room.

"Hello, Professor Dracula, I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet."

She extended a claw-like hand with long red nails to Dracula.

Harry, who was originally dragged by Rita, stared in amazement as the reporter shook him off and came to Professor Dracula.

He stood alone in the middle of the room. It was not right to go back or stand there... Cedric waved at Harry and pulled him to the stool prepared for the warriors.

On the other side, Dracula lowered his head, glanced at Rita's red claws, and then at the weird curly hair and fancy glasses.

He pouted in disdain, looked away directly, and walked around the reporter in front of him to Bagman.

"Mr. Bagman, I'm just a security guard. There's no need to be interviewed, right?" Dracula asked with a frown.

If it was a reporter with a more pleasing image, Dracula might have accepted the interview. After all, being in the newspaper was a novel experience.

But this reporter named Rita Skeeter was so weird that Dracula didn't even want to look at her to prevent it from affecting his mood...

Bagman was a little embarrassed when he saw this.

He had heard that Professor Dracula was rather willful, but he didn't expect that he didn't even bother to follow the most basic etiquette of greeting.

Looking at Rita's constant glances, Bagman sighed.

In order to repay Rita for helping him make big news when he was still a popular Quidditch player, he had to say this:

"Professor Dracula, after all, we have set up the position of security officer for the first time, and there is no precedent to refer to... In my personal opinion, there is nothing wrong with taking photos for publicity, which can better promote our safety!"

"Do you really think so?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Ahem..." Bagman shuddered, feeling as if Dracula could see through his thoughts. "Well... I definitely have this idea, it depends on whether Professor Dracula agrees..."

Rita looked at Bagman with a look like a waste, and decided to do it herself.

"Professor Dracula, accepting my interview will definitely be good for you." She said sincerely, "With your image, you only need to have some special skills to become the top of the magic world..."

"And you are also the first legendary figure to be re-elected as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. You only need to promote it in the newspaper a few more times and publish a few books, and you will definitely be more famous than Lockhart at that time!"

"This is much faster than making money as a professor!"

Rita smiled confidently. She felt that no one could resist the temptation of becoming famous and making a lot of money at the same time.

After listening to the reporter's introduction, Dracula seemed very interested and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm the top reporter. I've worked with many Quidditch stars, singers, and drama stars. I'm best at packaging images!" Rita thought Dracula had an idea, so she quickly said while the iron was hot.

"Professor Dracula, I don't need any benefits, as long as you can give me the right to interview and write biographies in the future..."

"How can you think that I'm interested in money and fame?" Dracula suddenly interrupted Rita Skeeter.

"You're kidding, who wouldn't be interested in money and fame?" Rita felt a little uneasy and smiled reluctantly, "You worked hard to take on such a dangerous professorship, isn't it to earn money and fame?"

"I worked with Gilderoy Lockhart before. When he was the most famous, he thought about being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a year, just to become more famous..."

"So you all think so?" Dracula laughed with interest, "Interesting."

Indeed, most wizards who serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have ulterior motives.

Quirrell helped Voldemort steal the Philosopher's Stone, and Lockhart later did it to gild his resume... So it seems that Dracula also has other purposes.

He came to Hogwarts to be a professor just to have fun.

Now it seems that there will be a lot of fun during the tournament.