<h4>Chapter 135: Step-by-step nning progress</h4>


    Facts have proved that this year''s Assistant Professor Riddle is indeed more popr with young wizards than Assistant Professor Quirrell in the previous school year.


    But the students are not only weing to this handsome Assistant Professor Riddle, but also have a love-hate rtionship with him...


    "Professor Drac, go and take care of Assistant Professor Riddle!"


    "Yes, professor! Assistant Professor Riddle seems to have be a different person today, so scary!"


    Two almost identical voices rang out beside Drac, pitiful, as if they had been wronged.


    Drac put down the newspaper in front of his eyes, looked up at the two balls of fiery red hair, and suddenlyughed out loud-


    Fred and George, the twins recognized as troublemakers in Hogwarts, now havepletely lost their usual mischievous smiles, and their expressions are aggrieved.


    Their faces are bruised and swollen, and two huge symmetrical dark circles are left on the two identical faces.


    The Weiss twins who came to Drac now looked like two poor little wizards who had been bullied and came to the teacher toin!


    "Professor, it would be fine if you didn''te to help us, but you actuallyughed at us!" Fred''s expression became even more aggrieved, and he shouted loudly.


    "That''s right! Professor, if you don''t help us get justice, you will no longer be our favorite professor!" George also echoed indignantly.


    Dracughed dumbly, looking over Fred and George''s shoulders and looking at the duel stage in the center of the auditorium.


    Today is the second day after Halloween, a Monday, and the first day of normal sses and normal gatherings of the duel club after the holiday.


    The Halloween decorations and scenery have not been removed yet, and the auditorium is still filled with a strong Halloween atmosphere. Many huge pumpkinnterns are arranged around the auditorium, grinning and showing big smiles to the little wizards.


    Drac was lyingfortably in thergest pumpkinntern, holding a newspaper he had just confiscated from the little wizard, looking past the Weiss twins standing in front of the pumpkin''s big mouth and toward the center of the auditorium.


    At this moment, Riddle on the stage looked very excited.


    He called up the little wizards from the fourth grade and above one by one, and "instructed" them on their dueling skills one by one.


    It might not be appropriate to describe Riddle''s behavior as "instructing"... because rather than teaching, he was using the fighting power of the Hogwarts students to adapt to the body he had just acquired.


    Riddle was getting more and more excited, but the little wizards were miserable...


    Riddle, who had just acquired a body, had not yet mastered the use of his body, and could not cast spells freely, and he did not know how to control his strength.


    Therefore, like Fred and George, many young wizards were beaten ck and blue by him, which greatly increased the workload of Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school infirmary, and made the young wizards above the fourth gradein bitterly...


    "So the dark circles around your eyes... what kind of spell did Riddle use to cause it?" Drac turned his gaze back to the Weiss twins in front of him and asked with interest, "This pair of dark circles is quite interesting, but it doesn''t seem to be the effect of a spell."


    "You are right, professor!" Fred stamped his feet, looking indignant. "When we went on stage to receive ''instructions'', Assistant Riddle disliked us for being too weak. Not only did he let us go together, he even put away his wand and fought with us barehanded."


    "That''s right, as your excellent students with quality and morality, we must of course uphold the principle of fairness and justice in the duel!" George took over and said, "So we resolutely rejected Assistant Riddle''s conditions."


    "Then Assistant Riddle attacked us without dueling etiquette and beat us with his fists." Fred said angrily.


    "Professor, there can be no physical contact in the duel, but it''s the rule you told us." George cried and sniffed his nose aggrievedly, "Assistant Riddle''s behavior is a naked contempt for the duel rules!"


    Drac listened to Fred and George''s usations with great interest, and quicklypleted the whole process in his mind-


    Most of the usations Fred and George just made should be fine. As fourth-year students, they were called up by Riddle for "instructions"... or more like sparring, which was a very normal thing.


    However, Riddle probably felt that he could not show his strength on these students, and wanted to y something exciting, so he asked the twins who cooperated well to go together, trying to test his strength more.


    Unfortunately, Fred and George alone could not meet Riddle''s needs, so he put away his wand and used these two little wizards to hone his physical fitness.


    Not only the magic power of the new body needs to be adjusted, but also the physical fitness.


    Drac knew the twins Fred and George very well, and knew that they certainly could not be as qualified and moral as they said. When they encountered such a good thing as Riddle putting away his wand to fight with them, the two would only be overjoyed and rushed up with their wands...


    Of course, facing Riddle, who was a good yer who could cast spells silently without a wand, even without a wand, the Weiss twins could not beat him.


    So the two of them were beaten up by Riddle...


    "Assistant Riddle''s behavior is indeed a bit unreasonable." Drac nodded in agreement, "Don''t worry, I will help you get revenge."


    He stood up from the pumpkinntern, chuckled and patted the twins on the shoulder.


    Fred and George looked up at Drac in disbelief, with extremely surprised expressions on their faces.


    In fact, they were just angry for a while, so they came to Drac toin, but they didn''t think that Professor Drac would be so kind and would help them get revenge.


    "Are you serious, professor?" Fred still asked in disbelief.


    "How are you going to help us get revenge, professor?" George also asked.


    Drac looked at the two big dark circles on their faces and raised the corners of his mouth yfully.


    "Don''t worry. I will personally duel with Assistant Professor Riddle to help him exercise his body..." He said with a smile, "In addition, I will cancel his temporary duel assistant position. How can you take the lead in viting the duel rules?"


    After listening to Drac''s way of venting his anger, Fred nodded with satisfaction.


    "Professor Drac, you are still our favorite professor!" He gave a thumbs up.


    However, George next to him keenly noticed something wrong and whispered, "Professor Drac, Professor Snape is not here today... If Assistant Professor Riddle''s duel assistant position is cancelled, who will train us?"


    "Do you still need to think about this? In the absence of them, of course I will train you!" Drac''s smile became more yful, "When the timees, you will alle together as a college, and I will personally serve as your duel opponent to train your duel skills!"


    Fred and George''s eyes suddenly widened, and their eyes showed extremely frightened expressions.


    "No, Professor!"


    "Professor, you can''t do that!"


    However, Drac had been intrigued by Riddle''s fighting style, and he ignored the crying Weiss twins and walked straight to the duel stage in the center of the auditorium.


    Drac threw the newspaper in his hand into the air, and the candle in the pumpkinntern swayed, revealing a few big words on the cover-


    "Azkaban was attacked by unknown dark wizards, and has been sessfully repelled by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!"


    ...


    The newspaper continued to fall, gentlynding in a thin and old hand.


    The hand put the newspaper on the table, gently supported a pair of half-moon sses on the slightly crooked nose, and stroked the long white beard on the face under the sses.


    "Professor Drac, I heard that you had a lot of fun in the duel club today?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled at the silver-haired figure sitting on the window sill of the principal''s office.


    "It''s OK," Drac curled his lips, obviously not very satisfied, "I just hope they can get up on time for the first morning ss tomorrow."


    "I hope so, otherwise Minerva and the others willin to me again." Dumbledore smiled and asked, "What is the current state of Tom Riddle''s Horcrux?"


    "It''s weaker than I thought," Drac shook his head and said, "Voldemort''s resurrection potion did not allow Riddle to gain the power of the Dark Lord, but probably solidified his power level to the stage when he was about sixteen years old."


    "But it seems that Riddle has integrated well and there is still the possibility of further growth. He borrowed the method of fighting with the little wizards today to run in his new body, and he has made great progress."


    Dumbledore nodded slightly, but his expression was slightly hesitant.


    After a moment, he asked softly, "Professor Drac, do you think...our n is still going on as nned?"


    "Of course." Drac turned to look at Dumbledore, "Are you worried that I am not doing my job and don''t care about the n we made?"


    "Not really." Dumbledore shook his head, "I''m just not sure... Forget it, it would be great if everything can go on as nned in an orderly manner."


    "Have you read today''s Daily Prophet?" he asked.


    Drac nced at the newspaper in Dumbledore''s hand and sneered coldly.


    "Tsk tsk, the unknown dark wizards attacked Azkaban and were repelled by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic..." He curled his lips indifferently, "What a good topic change, this so-called official newspaper."


    "Actually, it''s understandable." Dumbledore said expressionlessly, "The Ministry of Magic doesn''t want to cause panic among the people, so it didn''t announce Voldemort''s information. What''s more, Voldemort was indeed defeated by you, Professor Drac, and there should be no possibility of recovery in a short time."


    "Don''t want to cause panic?" Drac sneered again, "Tsk, do we have to wait until Voldemort ispletely resurrected before giving the wizards of the magic world a surprise?"


    Then, he Turning his head to look at Dumbledore, he said, "I clearly remember... the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Head of the Auror Office were both on the ind of Azkaban and saw Voldemort with their own eyes. Do they both have the same opinion?"


    "That''s not the case. Amelia and Rufus wanted to announce the information about Voldemort''s resurrection." Dumbledore said, "But the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, does not want the news to be leaked. Maintaining the current stability is already very difficult, and he does not want other risks to ur during his tenure."


    "Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who was called a fool by Voldemort, right?" Drac chuckled.


    "Professor Drac, you don''t have to say that..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Cornelly... well, he also has his merits that can be learned."


    "Learn how to cover up one''s mistakes?" Drac leaned against the window frame of the principal''s office bored, looking at the sparse stars in the night sky outside the window, "If I''m not mistaken, those Death Eaters who were sent to the Ministry of Magic were not actually sentenced, right?"


    "As you expected, Professor Drac." Dumbledore sighed, "Most of those people are long-term The pure-blood wizards who donated to the Ministry of Magic also have a considerable amount of family influence in the Ministry of Magic. Cornelius would not be willing to offend such arge number of pure-bloods..."


    "Besides, those Death Eaters insisted that they were under the control of the Imperius Curse and had no idea about this action. Fudge was also happy to find an excuse to let them go, and they hit it off. "


    Of course, what Dumbledore did not say was that Fudge and many people rted to the Ministry of Magic took the opportunity to ckmail those pure-bloods and made a lot of gold Galleons.


    "Sure enough, even after hundreds of years, your wizard regime is still so unreliable." Drac smiled carelessly and jumped down from the windowsill, "But it''s just right for our n."


    Fudge''s behavior was indeed just right for them.


    It can just protect Snape and Malfoy, the two undercover agents in the Death Eaters, so that they will not be punished by the Ministry of Magic, and do not need the additional help of Drac and Dumbledore, so that they can better protect their true identities and continue to lurk in the Death Eaters'' camp.


    "Has Snape rested well these two days?" Drac asked.


    "Don''t worry, Severus can go to ss as usual tomorrow." Dumbledore smiled knowingly, "He has a strong will and will not waste too much time because of a Cruciatus Curse."


    "That''s good." Drac nodded gently, "As you wish, Mr. Principal, our n can proceed step by step."


    "I hope Voldemort won''t make me wait too long."