A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Edward, I'm curious. You don't have any requirements for the course, whether it's textbooks or anything else." Dumbledore asked while carefully eating Bibi's multi-flavored beans.

Edward raised his eyebrows, "Do you still need teaching materials while I'm here? I will make it clear to the students. The teaching materials they need cannot be purchased in the wizarding world."

"Is it your private collection?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, it's not," Edward said. "You'll know."

Dumbledore smiled and did not respond. He just reached into Bibi's bag of all-flavor beans and grabbed a handful of all-flavor beans and stuffed them into his mouth.

Edward went back upstairs to continue reading, leaving only Dumbledore and a bag of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans.

Phineas Black started cursing in the picture frame, and the other headmasters had similar opinions, although they were less intense.

"You're playing with fire, Albus!"

Dumbledore ignored the portrait, his expression seemed to be reminiscing about the past, "Mr. Edward Lumpo is indeed very thoughtful..."

"In my opinion, I would rather make an evil deal with Tom Riddle than with a demon - do you know what he is?"

"Phineas, watch your words." Dumbledore's expression became solemn. "This is a serious allegation."

"You are always so trusting of others, Dumbledore." Phineas said angrily, holding his shoulders, "Maybe he is not as bad as we thought, but he is -"

"But as I said before, this is the only recourse we have."

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By the time the house elf reminded Edward to go to the Great Hall, it was already late. Through the window, one could see the little wizards staggering along the path towards Hogwarts Castle, led by a giant. .

"I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know what kind of song the Sorting Hat has prepared..." Edward thought with a smile. He and the Sorting Hat chatted for a long time. He had to admit that the Sorting Hat was a very interesting alchemy product. , and its mouth is also quite strict, completely unwilling to reveal what song it plans to sing tonight.

In the words of the Sorting Hat: "You can't destroy the sense of anticipation! Even if only you and I hear it, my dear Mr. Lumple."

In fact, Edward agreed, a secret once known is no longer a secret.

But this aroused his curiosity. He continued to inquire about the Sorting Hat's tone from all aspects, and even took out a sword from its body, but this could not get the Sorting Hat to say the lyrics it wanted. .

"Greetings to you, Mr. Rumple." Edward met the Bloody Barrow when he went downstairs. He was a very scary ghost to the little wizards, because his robes were covered with silver stains of blood. And he was wearing a pair of shackles, which looked very dangerous.

"Ah."

Edward nodded slightly. He knew this child. He had bumped into him in a forest back then. He said that he and his sweetheart were on their honeymoon at that time, so Edward did not disturb them at that time.

But I didn't expect to see him at Hogwarts after so many years. It seemed like their honeymoon was not a happy one.

Thousands of candles were burning above the auditorium, there were beautiful stars in the universe on the ceiling, and tables and chairs were arranged neatly.

All the professors were here, including Dumbledore. Only Hagrid had to pick up the first-year wizard and left for the time being. Edward was almost the last professor to arrive.

Edward found a corner by himself and watched everything going on in the surrounding auditorium. He had no intention of getting involved with this group of professors. He was just here to complete the contract.

"Professor Lumpo, you are as cold as you are in the book." It was Professor Sprout. She still looked a little dazed, but her robe had been changed to a clean one.But what she said next made Edward almost spit out a mouthful of blood, "Are you worried that your voice is too ugly?"

"Huh?" There was a faint question mark on Edward's head.

"Or do you think you have low emotional intelligence and speak too directly?"

"Ok?"

"Okay, I think I understand," Professor Sprout nodded, as if he understood something, and turned to Professor Filius Flitwick and said something.

Then they both looked at Edward with pitying eyes.

"Damn it, what on earth are you thinking about!" Edward closed the book in his hand heavily and was no longer in the mood to read.

There was a commotion in the distance.

"The students are here!"

Professor McGonagall stood up and left in a hurry.The other professors also sat down in their familiar positions. Edward wanted to find a corner to sit down, but Dumbledore patted the empty chair next to him and motioned for Edward to come over.

This throne is not inferior to Dumbledore's armchair in the center of the staff table, and even the carved decoration on it is much more exquisite than the chair under Dumbledore's butt.

"As the assistant principal, it's always good to stay close to me, isn't it?" Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his half-moon lenses blinked at Edward.

"Of course." Edward nodded and sat on his seat.

Soon, Professor McGonagall led the students into the auditorium, where the little wizards from second to seventh grade sat on both sides of four long tables.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood, and the wand she held on her chest trembled when she walked.

She walked quickly to Dumbledore, leaned down and whispered something, and she could see a faint smile on Dumbledore's face.But Professor McGonagall glanced at Edward in surprise and didn't say anything more. She just walked down the steps quickly with a tense face and walked towards a small room next to the auditorium.

On the other side, the little wizards who had just started school were very excited. They chatted non-stop, and the whole auditorium was particularly lively.The professors were quite enlightened and did not stand up to stop it. Principal Dumbledore's expression turned into a smile again. He looked at everything and stroked his long silver beard with satisfaction.

Edward also looked at it with interest. There seemed to be a lot of familiar faces here.

Gryffindor College.

Those red-haired guys, Edward had never seen their mother before, and she could always stand from the beginning to the end of the autograph session.

Mrs. Weasley!

Correct!

That's right, that's the name.

It seems that these red-haired boys are his students, but they look like they are already senior students...