A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Sunday morning at ten o'clock.

Edward came to the Pig's Head Bar. It was still early and there was only one customer. He looked around as if he was avoiding someone's pursuit.

The Pig's Head Bar is usually crowded in the afternoon and evening. In the morning... most dark wizards haven't gotten up yet!

Edward walked to the table of guests and smelled the disgusting smell. Edward pinched his nose and sat down next to it.As he sat down, the figures of the two people were looming, and their voices were completely isolated from the outside world.

"Dunge."

"Mr. Lumple." Mundungus smiled awkwardly. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the barrier, but Edward glared back.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Ahem, we are friends, Mr. Lumpo, right?"

"Before you put forward excessive conditions, after you can bring me enough dark wizards."

Mundungus was silent for a few seconds, his eyes moving.

"Okay, that's exactly why I'm here."

Edward tapped his nails on the table, seeming to weigh it, but he nodded quickly, "When can it be delivered?"

"It's in my hand, carry it with me." Mundungus' face showed joy, and he quickly took out a large pile of books from his pocket.

"Okay, but you have to tell me the source first."

Mundungus looked a little confused, as if he was thinking about it, but he quickly said one word, "Uganda."

"How did you find a barren place that has only been used for less than a century with a wand?"

Mundungus hesitated for a while, then slowly uttered a few words, "Crazy Witch Festival."

Edward was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

The Crazy Witches are wizards who have inherited a language magic inherited from Uganda. They call themselves witches, but outsiders call them Crazy Witches.

Because this kind of prophecy magic is actually a kind of black magic, every prophecy requires a price - such as a certain part of your body.

It could be your fingernails, hair, or the ornament around your neck.

The most important thing is that the prediction may not be accurate...

When Mundungus mentioned Uganda, the first thing Edward thought of was the Mad Witch Festival, but he was not sure because Africa and Britain had nothing to do with each other, and there was almost no contact between the two sides. How did Mundungus find the Mad Witch Festival?

You know, even though Edward has traveled for many years, he has never seen a real mad witch festival.

"Go on." Edward became interested.He knew that Mundungus could not deceive him in such a thing.

"There was a very clever witch priest who made a successful prophecy, and the price was everything he had. He contacted me before the prophecy, and he knew that I always had some channels," Mundungus said with some embarrassment. Hand, "He bought me an alchemical product that can preserve the soul——"

"So after he made the prophecy, you took away his soul?" Edward asked, saying with disgust, "You are really a devil!"

"Thank you." Mundungus smiled, "How about this kind of soul? Is this kind of soul enough to satisfy you?"

Edward nodded with satisfaction, "Of course."

"When can it be delivered to me?"

"What about these books?" Mundungus rubbed his fingers, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"no problem."

So, for the rest of the morning, Edward vigorously signed his latest copy of "The Cursed Child" that Mundungus took out. It took until noon to sign hundreds of copies.

"I know you are a happy customer." Mundungus put away Edward's signed book with satisfaction. This book can be sold for at least 10 gold galleons on the black market, while the one without signature can only be sold for 3 gold. Galleons, 700 gold galleons were transferred in this round trip.

This is more profitable than selling black magic alchemy products, and it is also very safe.

"Then, he is yours." Mundungus took out an oil lamp from his pocket, with a silver flame burning inside. A figure could be vaguely seen shaking inside, and his mouth moved up and down, as if Cursing Mundungus.

"Happy transaction." Edward took the oil lamp and was also very satisfied. He just wasted a little time and he didn't lose anything.

"Looking forward to our next meeting." Mundungus laughed and said, "Can you remove the magic text now? I think I should leave. Aberforth is still sleeping. If he sees me Stepped into his bar... I'd be in trouble."

"Of course." Edward waved his hand, and the barrier was lifted.

As a curse came from the bar, Mundungus ran out of the Hog's Head Bar at full speed.

A man who looked like Albus Dumbledore ran out from behind the bar. He shouted loudly, "I know who you are, but since you entered the Pig's Head Bar, you should abide by the rules here, and you The guy we met has been banned from the Pig’s Head Bar for a long time!”

Edward knew who he was, it was no secret to him, Aberforth Dumbledore, the younger brother of Albus Dumbledore.

"I know, I promise he won't come in again next time."

"It's better, boy, I know you, you are the professor invited by that guy Albus." Aberforth said angrily, "But it's useless, it won't work with me!"

"I know, so I'm going to leave too. It's really dirty here." Edward fanned the air in front of him, as if the environment here made him uncomfortable.

Edward has always had this character, he will not offend others unless they offend him.How the world treats him, how he treats the world, there will never be any deviation.

Aberforth was so angry that he wanted to poke Edward hard with his finger, "You!" But he held back.

"Get out of my bar," Aberforth growled, his fingers trembling with rage.

"As I wish."

Edward walked out of the Hog's Head Bar as if nothing had happened. He had an oil lamp in his hand, burning with a blue flame.

Pushing open the oak door of the principal's office, Edward happened to see Dumbledore who was secretly taking something out of the drawer to eat.

"Good morning, Professor Edward." Dumbledore pushed the drawer without leaving any trace, except that there was a cockroach leg twitching at the corner of his mouth.

The corners of Edward's mouth twitched, "I didn't know you had this special hobby."

Dumbledore followed Edward's eyes in confusion and touched the corner of his mouth. The moment he touched the cockroach's leg, his smile froze.

"Don't get me wrong! Edward, this is candy! It's cockroach candy!"

"Okay, Albus, there's no need to explain anymore. I won't reveal it. You actually have this kind of pica!"