A Hogwarts dissertation guide

In the week after the opening banquet, Edward only needed one class. He decided to let the young wizards from the four colleges take classes together.

This saves quite a bit of time.

And this was approved by Dumbledore, although Professor McGonagall didn't quite agree.

"There is no precedent for this."

"So we have to set such a precedent." Dumbledore's voice.

Professor McGonagall's face tightened, "But he can't take care of every little wizard. This is the experience we have gained from many years of teaching. It is best not to have more than two colleges, otherwise the teacher will not be able to notice -"

"Minerva, don't worry. There are no wands or spells in my class. It's very safe." Edward closed the "Transfiguration Today" in his hand and said casually, "By the way, Albus, lend me this book." look."

"No problem." Dumbledore nodded.

"I think I need an assistant to help me. Do you have any good suggestions?" Edward put the book into his pocket and asked.

"You are free to choose. I believe Mrs. Pince will be happy to help you." Dumbledore picked up a piece of candy that looked like a cockroach and stuffed it into his mouth.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and said seriously, "Mrs. Pince needs to take care of the library. I don't think she can get away unless the library is closed during school hours."

"Then, I have a candidate, Albus, you can't stop me." Edward ignored Professor McGonagall and just looked at Principal Dumbledore.

"Of course, this is your right."

"Gilderoy Lockhart, my disciple." Edward said and closed his mouth, leaving this matter to Dumbledore.

His main purpose is of course - to refuse to go to class!

A majestic half-demon who once fought with fire demons and fire dragons, and now he is asked to teach a bunch of little carrots how to write papers?

When word spread about this, Edward was embarrassed to face the world again.

He had to find someone to take over the job.

So, at the dinner in the first week of school, the students were surprised to find another figure on the faculty bench.

"It's Gilderoy Lockhart!" cried the Weasley twins. "He's also one of Mum's favorite authors."

"Okay, no one cares about what mommy likes." A little red-haired boy covered his face and hit the two twins hard on the skull.

"Percy, you can't do this!"

......

And what about Gilderoy Lockhart?

He was bragging about his past to Professor Flitwick beside him.

In fact, his self-praising voice could be heard throughout the auditorium, "Yes... it's a very simple thing... my badge is not fake... hahaha Ha ha......"

Edward turned his head, pretending that he didn't recognize this guy.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that compared to Lockhart, the little carrots in the first grade were really cute.

Gilderoy Lockhart's problem with bragging seemed to be getting worse.

Principal Dumbledore looked at Edward with a smile, as if to say: Is this the teaching assistant you are looking for?

"I have to admit, I didn't expect it to look like this before." Edward said frankly.

Dumbledore said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. At least Professor Flitwick seems to be fascinated by it, doesn't he?"

Professor Flitwick?

He seemed to be entangled with Lockhart, and his small head was filled with beads of sweat. He gave Professor Sprout a pleading look, but she just tightened her robe and moved aside.

"Okay, Gilderoy," Edward said coldly, "don't let our friends see the joke."

"Yes, Master." Lockhart stood up very gracefully and bowed deeply in Edward's direction.

During the rest of the dinner, Lockhart's mouth finally closed, and he finally looked like a nobleman. At least his dining posture was very elegant.

Time soon came to Thursday afternoon, and in 10 minutes it would be time for Edward's first class. He asked Mr. Filch in advance to inform the students to gather in the auditorium, which made the students full of expectations.

Are they going to go to class?

when!

As the bell in the auditorium rang, Edward knocked his palms and said: "Very good, I'm glad to see you here, children, this is my first class at Hogwarts, I must let You know my style." The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of every little wizard very clearly, and it also had the intimidating power to make the classroom orderly without any effort.

Coupled with his overly elegant tuxedo, it's hard to dislike him.

"You are here to learn how to write a paper, or to create a manuscript out of thin air." He continued, while Lockhart beside him held a pen and frantically recorded Edward's speech. "Because there is no silly waving of wands here. So many of you won't believe this is magic. It really isn't magic."

When he said this, there were obviously a lot of sighs coming from the audience.

"I can't expect you to understand the customs, customs, and worldliness in the text. You won't truly understand the charm of creation. You will probably never be able to appreciate the true feelings contained in the book... I can teach Your problem is just how to write a paper that will not give your teachers a headache, so that you at least don't have to mechanically scrape together the one or two feet of parchment - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of people I often encounter. Only fools can do it.”

After Edward finished his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent. Many students and their friends looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

Since they are not here to teach magic, why do they take this course at Hogwarts?

"First of all, we need to change a place. If we want to create elegantly, we must have an environment. Let's go across the grass to the lake." Edward said softly, interrupting the students' thoughts.

This made the students happy, because the time of a class was not long, and by the time they arrived at Black Lake, the end of get out of class would definitely be very close.

"One more thing, your courses are temporarily in charge of Professor Lockhart. He will report your progress to me truthfully. Once someone dares to cause trouble in his class... then he will know the consequences. "Edward tapped his palms, turned and left the auditorium.

Lockhart leads the first-year wizards to the Black Lake.

Everything went smoothly, at least in Edward's eyes.

Until...he received an invitation from Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape about the bad behavior of students from the two houses fighting in 'his' class...