A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Is that so?" Edward said thoughtfully, watching Quirrell's back disappear up the stairs.

There is obviously an existence on his head that does not belong to him. It is evil and cold, and it is definitely a very, very dirty soul!

Edward reached out and wiped the non-existent saliva, then turned to look at Harry.

The delicious taste flashed past, and Edward thought it was his imagination. For a moment, he was surprised to find that Harry's soul was also surprisingly sweet.

"We must change this habit." Edward said silently in his heart.

"Hagrid, where should I buy a wand or something? Here in London?" Harry asked doubtfully, as he clearly heard the wand just now.

Hagrid suddenly laughed, as if to show his bad taste. "Of course you can, as long as you know the way around."

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"Isn't it Diagon Alley?" Edward said coldly, and then turned and left to go back to his room. He planned to take inventory of the magic instruments he carried to avoid accidentally hurting Harry or... .some very delicious soul.

Hagrid took Harry and set off for Diagon Alley, while Edward carefully checked his things in the room so as not to disturb the 'sir' next door.

Let's call him 'Sir'. Until Edward finds a suitable title, you must know that in the thousand years of his life, he has seen such a delicious soul very rarely.

He had to turn off the looking glass, magic defense shield, magic rebound robe, and magic immunity crown.Otherwise, it would be a pity if that gentleman refused to come.

But until Edward heard the footsteps of Harry and Hagrid, there was no news of the return of 'Mr. Delicious'.

What a pity!

"Harry, it seems that you have got your first wand." Edward leaned against the door frame and said, "How is it? Are you finally sure that none of us are lying to you?"

"Really, thank you so much!" Harry said excitedly, "If it weren't for you, I would never have known that there was such a world, and I would never have known that I still had such a talent." At this point, His eyes dimmed a little, "But, if it wasn't like this, my parents would also..."

"Harry, that's not your fault. They are all very brave people. They are the bravest people I have ever met," Hagrid said quickly, while giving Edward a resentful look, as if to say: You don't It should bring back painful memories for Harry.

But Edward didn't say anything!

He just asked Harry how he felt with his new wand, that's all!

Hagrid, I advise you not to be arrogant! ! !

It wasn't until midnight that Edward heard staggering footsteps in the corridor. It was Quirinus Quirrell. He seemed to have been seriously injured. Edward could smell the blood on his body even through a door. taste.

"Need help, Mr. Delicious?" Edward pushed open the door and said softly.

But this seemed to arouse Quirrell's fear, and he reflexively took out his wand and pointed it at Edward.

"If I were you, I wouldn't use that ridiculous little stick to aim at an ignorant friend."

"What...what do you mean?" Quirrell said.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Edward said with a sigh, "Let Mr. Delicious talk to me."

Quirrell's hands were frozen in place. He had never known why Edward called him Mr. Delicious, but now, he undoubtedly understood - Edward was never referring to him, but to the adult on the back of his head!

"I don't understand...I don't understand what you are talking about, sir." Quirrell put away his wand and ran back to his room as fast as he could.

Edward looked at Quirrell's back with a smile on his face. His fingers lightly traced the door panel, leaving a few nail marks on it. "It's so interesting, two souls in one body? It's so interesting!"

Edward returned to the room sarcastically, having to admit that Quirinus Quirrell aroused his curiosity.It was like a cat scratching at the bottom of his heart.

"I will definitely get you." Edward's eyes flashed red, he lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon.

Thanks to his half-demon physique, he didn't need to sleep, but in order to be like a normal person, he deliberately maintained a regular schedule.

camouflage!

Early the next morning, Edward was woken up by the chattering sound. Everyone downstairs was discussing Harry Potter. This made Edward shocked. He was just a lucky man who managed to deflect the death curse with the help of ancient magic. Is it worthy of their pursuit?

"Harry Potter, just rest upstairs. Don't disturb him." It was Tom's voice. He held the rag and looked at the still excited people.

"We want to see Potter!" A wizard took the lead and said, the butterbeer in his hand was no longer foaming, but it was still full.

"Yes, we all want to meet him."

"That's right, we..."

......

Harry's voice drowned out everything else, making Edward's head hurt.

"Tom, tell them to be quiet."

"No problem, sir." Tom said respectfully and took out his wand, "Everyone, I'm sorry, there are other distinguished guests upstairs besides Harry Potter. If you can't keep quiet, I will take measures -"

"You can't do this! The Ministry of Magic will hold you accountable!"

"No, I can." Tom said loudly, "Maybe I can't subdue all of you, but there is still no problem with one or two. As long as you dare-I dare!"

Tom's voice was very firm, which made Edward nod with satisfaction. He was worthy of being Tom's son: Yes, every generation of owners of the Leaky Cauldron has been called Tom, and they inherited the father's business. The only difference between them is their middle names.

"Sure enough, it was the right choice to build a bar at the entrance of Diagon Alley." Edward murmured, which made Quirrell, who was hiding on the door panel and eavesdropping, feel nervous.

No one knows when the Leaky Cauldron appeared. Probably from the time they first came into contact with the wizarding world, they knew that they had to go through the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, which connected the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

"What a terrible guy." Quirrell murmured in his heart, and the back of his head felt hot again.

Edward disappeared directly and returned to Hogwarts Castle through the portkey.

"Dumbledore, do you know what's wrong with Quirrell?"

"You mean Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully. He was sitting behind his desk, looking a little tired. "When I came back this winter, I noticed something unusual about him. How did you discover it? ?”

"He's delicious, so delicious!"