A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Mr. Edward, please forgive me for not agreeing with your approach. I let him have other uses in the school." Dumbledore said stiffly, and he rarely plucked up the courage to retort.

"Oh? Let him teach? I am willing to find a more suitable candidate for you." Edward said with a smile, "It must be more reliable than him."

"Are you talking about your disciple Gilderoy Lockhart?" Dumbledore said, "I know that he is an excellent master of the Oblivion Curse."

"Ahem, that's not important. The point is, his Forgetting Curse is particularly good, isn't it? Even I can't claim to be better than him in this area." Edward said without embarrassment.

Gilderoy Lockhart was a wizard whom Edward met by chance while writing his travelogue. He was also an outstanding wizard - only in certain areas, his level was difficult to judge at a glance, such as Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But this does not prevent him from becoming an excellent writer, but there are still some dirty things that cannot be brought to the table.

Dumbledore looked at Edward quietly.

"Well, I have to admit, he's not a very good candidate." Edward was defeated.

Dumbledore nodded and spoke slowly, "You must abide by the contract and comply with my request before the contract is completed, Mr. Edward."

"Well, who makes you such an interesting person?" Edward raised his eyebrows and said, "But what I'm more curious about is, how did you find me? Not many people know that I am on vacation in Tibet. The esoteric practitioners will not reveal my location."

"I have my own channels." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.

......

In the next month, Edward spent almost all of his time at Hogwarts. He found many unique works in the library, which made him ecstatic.There is nothing more thrilling for a bibliophile than to visit the largest library of magical books in the world.

"I have to admit, this is definitely one of my most correct choices." Edward closed the "Dark Magic Revealed" in his hand. This is a magic book from the third century. The magic in it is absolutely taboo even today.

Take a look at what is written above: ...To complete the sacrificial ceremony, three babies born at dawn and the virgin blood of the girl who was killed by her lover are needed...

If others saw him, they would think that Edward was conducting some evil magical research.Even Edward, who thought he had a rock-solid heart after living for thousands of years, disagreed with the contents of this book.

This is too disgusting!

September [-]st has arrived in a blink of an eye. Today is the day when students return to school, and professors have all gathered in the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Principal Dumbledore, I heard from Hagrid that we have a new professor this year?" Professor McGonagall said with a faint smile.

"Yes, a very powerful wizard, definitely beyond all of your imagination." Dumbledore nodded and said.

Professor Flitwick frowned slightly, "Do you think he is more powerful than all of us? You know I was a member of the Dueling Club back then -"

"No one cares that you were a champion when you were young, Filius." Professor Sprout yawned. She was dusty. She had just returned from the vegetable garden and had not taken care of her little cuties during the holiday. This worried her greatly.

"Who?" Snape asked coldly.

"Aha, I thought you wouldn't care!" Dumbledore said with a smile like an old naughty boy, "Edward Lumpo, a famous writer and a senior master of spells."

"I think he is the same as the swindler Gilderoy Lockhart." Snape raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully. "Lockhart didn't have any talent when he was at school. Those wonderful trips-"

"You are jealous." Professor Sprout poked Snape on the back. She was buried in the vegetable garden all day long, which made her social skills a bit weak. At least she didn't know that this sentence hurt Snape. Nep's heart.

"Huh!" Snape snorted, closed his mouth and stepped aside.

Dumbledore raised his hand and signaled everyone to quiet down, "Okay, today is a good day for students to return to school. I don't want students to see the two deans having a cold war on the first day of school. This is not right. It will put them in a good mood.”

"But we haven't even met Professor Lumpo." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "Do we need to go to his office to ask him to come down?"

Before Dumbledore could speak, there were sudden footsteps upstairs.

Tapping.

"No, I'm actually always here, my dear Minerva McGonagall." Edward was wearing a tuxedo, his hair had been carefully taken care of by a house elf, and his style was completely different from the others in the office:

Professor McGonagall was always very serious, wearing calm dark green robes; Snape wore bland black robes, and his hair was shiny with oil; not to mention Professor Sprout, who wore clothes whose original color could not be discerned. The robe seemed to have rolled in the ground. I believe she would put on a new robe before the dinner started;

As for Professor Flitwick?

No one cares what he is wearing, everyone always pays attention to his height anyway.

"I would like to introduce to you a new colleague with great enthusiasm, Professor Edward Rumple. He will serve as the professor of thesis guidance class and concurrently as the assistant to the principal." Dumbledore stood up and increased his volume at the same time, "I hope Everyone can get along well with each other in the future, after all, he is related to whether the first-year students can hand in a paper that you can understand."

Dumbledore's joke was so cold that almost no one laughed out loud.

"So, what is the purpose of this course?" Professor Flitwick racked his brains to find a reasonable reason, but he failed.

"In order to improve the overall quality of the students." Edward walked to Dumbledore and the professors, and they stood faintly in a triangle.

"Yes, that's exactly why." Dumbledore confirmed.

Several professors looked at each other silently, trying to get answers from other people's eyes.

"The principal has dementia, right?"

"Dumbledore must be crazy!"

"What did Old Bee think?"

"Ahem, my dear colleagues, please trust my judgment," Dumbledore smiled and picked up a pack of Bibi's multi-flavor beans from the table, "Damn, they taste like cow shit!"

Snape snorted coldly, waved his robes suddenly, and turned away.

Other professors also left the principal's office.

"I'm going back to looking at my cauldron."

"I also have to go back and tidy up the vegetable patch. The little wizards will put it together as soon as they come back..."

"I'm also going to pick them up at the door..."