A Hogwarts dissertation guide

The circular principal's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

"Mr. Edward Rumple, I didn't expect you to be so punctual." Dumbledore said with a smile while sitting behind his desk, his long silver beard and hair hanging down to his waist.

"Don't forget what you promised me." Edward said softly, "You know the consequences of breaking the contract."

"I know, of course I understand," Dumbledore said with a smile, "That's why you should believe me. I bet that no one knows hell better than me, not even Voldemort."

"You'd better keep your word and help me find the door to hell." Edward snorted, "What do you need me to do for you?"

Dumbledore's half-moon-shaped lens eyes blinked twice, and he uttered a word that Edward never expected: "Class!"

"You used your life as a bet and signed the contract just to find a teacher?" Edward said angrily. In his opinion, this was an insult to him.Everything around him became dark, and magic erupted from Edward's body, completely covering the entire circular office. The Sorting Hat on the stool at the door shrank into a ball in fear.

The phoenix snoozing on the perch whined softly, and Dumbledore finally found the courage to speak.

"Yes, Mr. Rumple. Of course, I hope you can help me pay more attention to a child."

Edward raised his eyebrows, "Child? Harry Potter?"

"Yes, Harry Potter."

"You should know that it would be much faster for me to kill Voldemort directly than all this." Edward put away the magic pressure and sat back on the chair.

"But your power should not be shown to the world," Dumbledore said tremblingly.

Not as cynical as usual.

"Albus, you are too young. You cannot afford to play with a demon."

"Half-demon, isn't it? You have a gentle mother." Dumbledore still couldn't get rid of this problem. He almost wanted to slap himself in the face, "I mean, in history, you are a kind-hearted person." demon."

"Albus, you should be lucky. Before my good temper runs out, I am still willing to have a good conversation with you." Edward said.

What is a good devil?

The number of people who died at his hands was not tens of thousands but thousands.

"Okay," Edward tapped his fingers on the table and said softly, "Now that we've exchanged pleasantries, let's get down to business."

"No problem, sir." Dumbledore stood up and pulled out a thick file box from the bookshelf nearby. "This is the final exam paper for first-year students at Hogwarts. I would like to ask you to take a look."

Edward took it doubtfully, opened it and flipped through a few of them, his eyelids twitching.

"Albus, what are you doing showing me this 'junk'? Is it disgusting to my eyes?"

"Sir, this is exactly what I want to ask you for help with," Dumbledore quickly explained. "First-year wizards only receive home education before entering school, but a considerable number of students have difficulty in literacy, let alone magic. Very well. I implore you to teach these children how to write papers correctly and improve the overall quality of Hogwarts students. As far as I know, you are very good at this."

"In other words, I only need to teach first-year students?" Edward glanced at Dumbledore.

"Of course, of course." Dumbledore said quickly, "You only need to be responsible for the first-year students. As for the senior students, I think they have already mastered this skill."

"Well, Albus, you'd better not forget our contract." Edward closed the pile of 'junk' in front of him and looked at Dumbledore and said seriously.

"If you violate the contract, I will let you know what real pain is and what real life is worse than death. I am not a little guy like Voldemort or Grindelwald."

"Understood, sir." Dumbledore said with an apologetic smile.

......

On July 1991, 7, early in the morning, Hagrid came to the principal's office with confidence.

"Mr. Principal, I'm ready." Hagrid's voice was like thunder, waking up Edward who was resting upstairs.

"Very well, Hagrid, but lower your voice." Dumbledore heard the footsteps upstairs and said quickly, "There is a distinguished guest upstairs who is resting."

"Oh? Is there anyone Mr. Dumbledore would consider a respectful guest?" Hagrid said gruffly.

At this moment, Edward came down from upstairs.

"Rubber Hagrid, Gamekeeper," he said softly.

Dumbledore quickly explained, "Mr. Lumple, Hagrid—"

"It doesn't matter." Edward waved his hand.Hagrid's eyes suddenly widened. He rushed to Edward and grabbed Edward's left hand tightly.

"Are you Lumpo? Edward Lumpo!!!" His voice was astonishingly loud. "I have read every one of your books. They are so wonderful that it feels like I am immersed in them! I am your most loyal fan. .”

Edward is a successful published author in his secular disguise, but at least one thing is true, he really loves writing!

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He seemed to have forgotten that Hagrid was a fan of Rumple's books, a die-hard fan.

"Mr. Rumple, why are you here?" After being thrown away by Edward, Hagrid embarrassedly asked.

"Yes, Albus hopes that I can come and help him teach, right?" Edward said, glancing at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore responded quickly, "Yes, Mr. Lumple will be the professor of our new thesis guidance course and also the assistant to the principal."

"Assistant principal?" Edward looked at Dumbledore in confusion. He didn't seem to mention this yesterday!

Dumbledore quickly winked at Edward, asking him to respond.

Thinking that this was part of the contract, Edward nodded and admitted.

"Thesis guidance? Do the children need it?" Hagrid was puzzled, but he wisely did not say this out loud.

"By the way, what did you just say? Are you ready? What are you going to do?" Edward asked, staring at Hagrid.

"I'm ready to pick up Harry Potter," Hagrid said. "Last time I saw him, he was only so big!" He gestured in his arms about the size of a plate. Dumbledore would bet that it wasn't a normal human size.

"Let me go with you," said Edward.

Hagrid turned back to Dumbledore and asked, "Is it really okay?"

"Go ahead, go ahead." Dumbledore said bleakly.