A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"You are much more famous than you think, sir." Tom looked at Harry kindly, "You will achieve great things."

"You all say that, but I never knew there was anything special about me." Harry pursed his lips and said, "Also, where is Mr. Rumple? Why haven't I seen him?"

"Mr. Rumple went to a book signing."

"The author he likes has released a new book?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Tom laughed sarcastically, as if he was surprised that Harry didn't know the identity of Edward Rumple. "He is a well-known writer. Whether it is the previous "30 Years with a Vampire" or the new book "Devil May Cry", it is the most popular one at the moment. Hot novel.”

"It's really amazing!" Harry said excitedly, "Can I go to his autograph session?"

"Well, I guess it's best to wait until Hagrid comes back, but I think Mr. Lumple's book signing will last two days, because I heard that someone didn't make it to the book signing in time last time and was so angry that he fell off his broom. , so this time I think Mr. Lumpo will be considerate of foreign fans."

"He has foreign fans?" Harry didn't notice at all how terrible it was for someone to fall off a broom, and instead focused on other things.

"Of course, Mr. Lumpo's novels have been printed in at least five languages. Whether it is the United Kingdom, Germany, Austria, or Greece, you can see his books in the most conspicuous places in bookstores." Tom said with a proud face.

What is cultural output?

This is cultural export!

Glory to England alone!

However, by the time Hagrid's big motorcycle returned to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Needless to say, the autograph session was definitely over.

"Oh, Harry, I told you that you are very famous." Hagrid said with a smile. He took out a slightly squashed box from his pocket. "Open it and take a look. It's slightly squashed." A little bit, but I don’t think it tastes bad. I’ve been busy with this for most of today.”

Harry opened it with trembling fingers and saw a large, gooey chocolate cake inside the box.It said in green sugar juice: Happy Birthday Harry.

"I like this gift, this is my favorite birthday gift!" Harry shouted happily. Among all the gifts, this is definitely not the most beautiful and expensive, but it is Harry's favorite. .

"Rupert, are you back?" Edward leaned against the door frame, holding a cage in his hand, covered with black cloth.

He handed the cage to Harry, "Here you go, your birthday present."

"what is this?"

"An owl! Harry, an owl!" Hagrid's eyes were shining. "Mr. Rumple is very fond of you. He specially gave you a very useful pet."

"Owl?!" Harry exclaimed, "Thank you, thank you." He stretched out his hand to open the black cloth on the owl cage.

But Edward stopped him, "You'd better think of a name before opening it, otherwise it can only recognize a word that you don't know what it is, and it will think that is its own name."

"Well, let me think about it..."

"Don't worry, there are still these things." Edward turned around and pushed a small cart from behind, "These are all entrusted by your admirers to be delivered to you. I think you don't need anything during your first year at Hogwarts." I bought it, after all, all I have left is the wand and cloak.”

"These are-" Harry's expression was indescribably complicated, a mixture of surprise and emotion, but there was no doubt that he was happy.He is worrying about the fact that he has no money and cannot afford to study in Hogwarts!

"Harry, I told you before, you are very famous." Hagrid gave Harry a meaningful look. "But this saves us a lot of effort. What did they say? I thought they wouldn't discount it because of Harry?"

"I just mentioned a little bit. I was the one who picked Harry up to the Leaky Cauldron, and I will be teaching at the castle this year. The bookstore owner was very happy to give me these books. Not only that, but also a equipment shop and a potion shop. The owner of the material store..."

Edward's words were not too direct. In fact, most of them were given to Harry for his sake, but such words would hurt the child's heart too much.

Moreover, I heard that this child was also a miserable child, having lost his parents early because of Voldemort.

While they were talking, a pale young man with a purple scarf on his head opened the door and came to the corridor.

"Hello... you must be Mr. Edward Lumpo... it is... a pleasure to be on... the new... .A year to work with you...with you," the young man stammered.

Edward nodded, ignoring the young man's outstretched hand.This made the man very embarrassed, and he had to turn his head to Harry.

"Po...Potter...Potter," he stammered, grabbing Harry's hand, "I said...unspeakable things when I saw you. .....high...happy.”

"Who are you?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"He is your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts - Professor Quirinus Quirrell, Harry, he is a very powerful wizard." Hagrid said.

"No...that's right. A defense against...black...black...dark magic." Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if He thought it would be better not to mention it, "You've already used it... you don't need to learn it, right? Bo... Bo... Potter Sir?" He laughed nervously, "Are you preparing..."

"Okay, Professor Quirrell, I don't think you need to think about this too much. I will take good care of Harry." Edward pulled away the hands held by Quirrell and Harry without leaving a trace, "We still have to buy a wand. Well, you must still have something to be busy with, right?"

"Of course... I want to buy... a... copy of your... latest... novel." Quirrell said.

But Edward didn't smile. He just glanced meaningfully at the back of Quirrell's head, and then nodded seriously.

Quirrell left quickly, and his face became even paler, which made Harry very worried about him. After all, the professor did not look very healthy.

"Is he always this nervous?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes. Unlucky guy," Hagrid said with a headache. "When he was in school, he was very good at reading and had a very smart mind. But then he took a year off from school in order to get some first-hand knowledge. Practical experience... It is said that he met a vampire in the black forest, and an old witch caused him a lot of trouble. From then on, he became a completely different person. Afraid of students, afraid The subjects I teach…oh, what a shame!”