A Hogwarts dissertation guide

By the time Edward finished speaking and looked at Hermione quietly, she was completely confused. She didn't expect Professor Edward to say so much at once.

"Okay, kid, now that your questions have been answered, I think these things are enough for you to go back and digest." Edward patted Hermione on the shoulder, "Believe me, you will definitely become the future of the wizarding world. Xing, you are a very talented little wizard."

"Oh, thank you, Professor." Hermione was confused and was fooled away by Edward. It wasn't until she returned to the principal's office and faced Principal Dumbledore again that Hermione came back to her senses.

"Ah! Professor Lumpo, I wanted to ask about the magic text——"

"Child, I think there will be plenty of time in the future, and the magic text is still too profound for you." Dumbledore said with a smile, and at the same time put his hand on the pile of snacks aside, randomly grabbed a few desserts and stuffed them into his mouth.

Hermione pursed her lips, "You're right." She wanted to learn ancient runes, but obviously now was not a good time to insist on her own opinion.

"If you want to learn magic with Professor Rumple, I suggest you read these books first." Dumbledore said, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to Hermione, "This includes The most basic theoretical knowledge, after you have read all these books, there is no rush to consider studying ancient magic texts."

"Thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Hermione took the note and bowed quickly to thank her.

"Nothing." Dumbledore waved his hand.

After Hermione left, Edward slowly came downstairs.

"Did you already know that she would come?" Edward's voice said, "Yes, otherwise, how could you prepare the book list?"

"I didn't know the person coming would be Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly, staring into Edward's eyes.

Edward nodded, "You seem to be very optimistic about Harry Potter. Did you think it would be him?"

"Yes, I expected it to be Harry," said Dumbledore. "He is definitely the closest to you - of the first years - and I expected him to come."

"I can only see recklessness in him, and I can't see the light of wisdom at all." Edward said, and went back upstairs without giving Dumbledore a chance to refute.

Dumbledore laughed dryly and returned to sit behind the desk.

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library.

Edward kept his hands on the book and read the collection attentively.

The previous public lectures had not had any impact on him, and the duel with Professor Flitwick seemed to him more like a slapstick, even though it was the direct cause of such a sensation.

Turning the book with his left hand, his right hand slid in a small area. Spells and magic words appeared and disappeared in the air.Mrs. Pince was watching eagerly from the side. She had been staring at Edward for more than half an hour.

Madame Pince was a thin, old woman who looked like a malnourished vulture.She is also an angry witch, especially when she discovers that someone is trying to destroy her cherished books.Her voracious appetite for books made her a perfect fit for the librarian job.

Fortunately, Edward left quickly with two books, so that she would not spend more time on Edward.

Edward returned to his office, completely ignoring Dumbledore who was trying to strike up a conversation, and dug out a piece of yew wood from the drawer. The magic power poured down with the carving knife, carving ancient runes on the surface of the yew wood.

Yew is an uncommon wand material that can withstand very strong forces.

Edward plans to make a container for his 'Mr. Delicious' so he doesn't escape.

The carving knife infused with magical power left traces of magic script on the surface of the yew wood. Every time a complete magic script was outlined, a burst of hot red light would emit, and then quietly extinguish, leaving black traces.

Edward carved the magic text very quickly, which also made the surface of the yew wood keep flickering.

The carving knife kept flying, and the red light illuminated Edward's face. Just looking at his serious look, one would have thought he was doing something extremely important——

Really just making a food box.

A few minutes later, Edward filled the surface of the yew wood. He found his wand from the desk on the side and gently brushed it on the surface of the yew wood. A thin layer of wood broke away instantly and flew to the other side of the table automatically. one side.

Edward then picked up the carving knife and continued working on the yew.

He didn't stop until the piece of yew shrank to three inches, dug a groove in it, then put down the carving knife and stretched.

Dozens of thin wooden sheets have been piled up on the table, like pages in a book, covered with black ancient magic texts.

"Well, yes, protection spell, isolation perception spell, Muggle expulsion spell..."

Edward muttered in a low voice. He made a convenient food box, and the protective spell was made into a card. He only needed to stick the corresponding card on the 'food box' as needed.

"Now, as long as you wait, I will definitely be able to enjoy yours, my dear 'Mr. Delicious'."

Edward chuckled softly, his mouth watering at the thought of Mr. Delicious's alluring scent.

It is the evil that comes from the depths of the soul that can tempt Edward.Not only that, he must have processed his own soul, otherwise it would never be so delicious.

When Dumbledore no longer needs Quirrell, Edward can enjoy his delicious soul.

An owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter on the table.

Edward opened the envelope and after reading the letter, he couldn't help but frown.

Just a letter from an 'old friend'.

Edward has been walking in the Muggle and wizarding worlds for many years, and has a lot of experience in traveling around the world. This has broadened his horizons, and he does not have the kind of discrimination that ordinary wizards have against Muggles. At the same time, he has a wide range of friends - no matter where he is in the world. With his eyes closed, he could name the nearest magical black market or Muggle metropolis.

This letter came from a 'friend' he met on the black market.

Edward took out the parchment and hurriedly wrote a string of words, asking him to meet at the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade on Sunday.

Until the owl flew away, Edward was still thinking about this guy's purpose.

This man's name was Mundungus, a short, fat man with an unshaven beard and a wizard with two short bow legs.His eyes are always swollen and bloodshot, he smokes unpleasant tobacco, and his body smells strongly of tobacco and alcohol.It's easy to confuse him with a pile of rags.

But I have to admit that Mundungus has helped Edward find many delicious souls over the years, even though the bodies were all taken by Mundungus to collect the bounty.

"I hope you can bring me good news, Dunge."