Chapter 204 - 204 Sirius Black has a terrible temper.

Chapter 204: 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." Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

"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.

"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."