A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"He's so popular," Edward said to Hagrid next to him as he held hot cocoa.

Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes were shining, "I knew early on that he would definitely be the brightest future star in the wizarding world."

"Excessive praise can make people get lost." Edward said quietly, then turned and walked up the stairs.He had his own room in the Leaky Cauldron, which Tom had reserved for him for a long time, and he could open the door with just a spell.

After a while, Harry finally shook hands with everyone in the bar.Before they could excitedly call their friends and family to come to the Leaky Cauldron to 'watch' Harry, Hagrid took Harry away and Tom took them to an upstairs room.

"You can rest here tonight." Tom said, holding an oil lamp, and he led Harry to the door of a room.

"What about Hagrid?" Harry asked, "Isn't he resting here?"

"I want to return to Hogwarts, Harry, and I want to tell Dumbledore that I have picked you up." Hagrid smiled roughly. "If you have any questions, you can consult Professor Rumple. He is a very kind person." people."

"Okay." Harry nodded, even though he didn't think Edward was a kind man.

"Mr. Lumpo is a very generous man. He paid a year's rent at once." Tom praised sincerely. “It’s rare to see such generous guests.”

"Well, I guess I shouldn't have any problems," Harry said honestly.His ability to take care of himself has always been good.

Hagrid and Tom left. Harry looked through the window and saw Hagrid riding a big motorcycle at the door of the bar, flying into the sky and disappearing.

"Phew, what a magical day." Harry thought as he lay in bed.

Drowsily, Harry almost fell into sleep.

"Harry Potter can't be here!" screamed a little monster with big ears like a bat and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.

"What the hell are you!" Harry wanted to run away immediately. He didn't even bother to put on his slippers, or that he was only wearing briefs, and rushed towards the door like a fly.

The monster slid off the bed and bowed so deeply that his slender nose touched the carpet.

"Sorry, Dobby can only seal this room." The monster screamed, but this also let Harry know his name - Dobby.

What a funny name!

"Dobby, it's an honor to meet you all the time, sir..."

"T-thank you." Harry pressed against the door and shook the handle hard, but it didn't move at all.

"Sorry, Harry Potter," Dobby said, "You should stay away from that guy next door. He's very dangerous, very, very dangerous. He's very well known in house-elf circles. He's not a good person."

"You mean Mr. Edward Rumple?" Harry was stunned. Although Edward seemed a bit arrogant, Hagrid said that he should be a pretty good person.

"Yes, he is not a good person..."

"Oh - really?" said Harry, "but Hagrid said he was..."

"Don't believe him, he's lying to you." Dobby said fervently. "Only I, only I know the truth. We house elves all know what kind of devil Edward Rumple is!"

Harry gripped the doorknob harder.

Open it quickly!Open it quickly!

Suddenly, the door seemed to become a lot lighter all of a sudden, and the door handle was pushed open. Harry was pushed open by a huge force, and he almost fell to the ground, when a cold hand grabbed him.

hiss!

Harry took a breath of air and held onto the wall to stop his fall.

For a moment, Harry thought his soul was frozen.

But that feeling went away just as quickly as it came.

Harry barely had time to react before warmth enveloped him again.

"Who dares to say bad things about me?" Edward raised his eyebrows and looked at the house elf in the room.

"Bad guy!" Dobby screamed and disappeared on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Edward turned around and asked softly. "It didn't do anything to you, did it?"

"No, sir." Harry was full of doubts, but his long-term experience told him that it would be best not to tell Mr. Rumples what Dobby said, as it would do no good at all.

"Yes." Edward nodded, "If you have any questions, come to me next door at any time."

Harry nodded.

Harry spent the next time on tenterhooks, worried that Dobby would appear again, or that Mr. Rumple would suddenly break in.But this night, nothing happened.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning that Harry fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already noon and his stomach was growling.

"today is my birthday!"

Harry thought this, but it was just like the birthdays he had spent at Vernon's house before, not to mention a birthday cake, not even a gift.

This made him a little frustrated.

As expected, Hagrid had deceived him.

Harry got out of bed and planned to go downstairs to buy some food. Although he didn't have any money, Mr. Colombo and Hagrid must have, right?

You can owe them what you owe them first and pay them back later when you work!

Harry thought, he must order a cake for himself.Harry's saliva started to secrete at the thought of the fluffy cake.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter." As soon as Harry walked down the stairs, the bar owner Tom shouted loudly, which made everyone in the bar focus on Harry.

Harry was surprised to find that the Leaky Cauldron was full of people today, and most of them were holding gifts in their hands.

This surprised Harry. Are they celebrating his birthday?

"Happy birthday Harry Potter," everyone shouted.

They raised the gifts in their hands and rushed towards Harry.

This made Harry feel a little at a loss for a moment, but he understood one thing: so many people were here to celebrate his birthday.

"Thank you, thank you." Harry said this sentence countless times.

Countless people came up to shake Harry's hand and stuffed the gifts they had prepared into Harry's arms, so Tom had to find a trolley to help Harry take the gifts back to his room.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Rumple has opened a room here for you for a month, which is enough for you to live here until the start of school." Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, just to return the gift to the room, he ran No less than 5 times, all were gifts given to him by Harry's admirers.

"Oh! I didn't expect that I was so popular." Harry said excitedly, sitting on the bed. "I thought the world would--"