A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Edward returned to his room. He lay on the bed. He threw the oil lamp aside casually. The soul of the mad witch priest inside was beating the lampshade hard, but the lampshade did not move.

Also, how can the soul affect reality?

But Edward was no longer interested in him. All he could think about was the delicious Professor Quirrell. His fragrant soul was so mouth-watering!

"Professor Quirrell... I don't know if his special characteristics can be copied... If it can be copied, you won't have to worry about food rations in the future..."

Edward couldn't stand thinking about 'Mr. Delicious' anymore. He planned to go to the library to read and calm down. By the way, he could add this 'wonderful experience' to the material of his new book.

This must be a very good material!

Professor Quirrell, who traveled abroad, returned to Hogwarts, but his soul had long been corrupted, and his whole person had become stammering, neurotic, and everything was full of mystery.

As a result, Edward once again met Miss Hermione Granger, a young wizard who loved learning in the library.

"Professor, did you and Professor Flitwick use ancient runes two days ago?" Hermione asked cautiously, holding a book "Ancient Runes Detailed".

"If you have really read the book in your hand, you should know it very well, Miss Granger." Edward said angrily, his mind filled with Professor Quirrell's alluring fragrance.

Hermione jumped back like a frightened rabbit, "I'm sorry, Professor, I'm just not sure. I've finished reading this book. I want to learn ancient magic texts with you, but you know that It’s an elective course for the third grade, and I can’t yet—”

"Then, I'll give you a piece of advice, Miss Granger, you'd better follow the education system of Hogwarts," Edward said. He closed the book in his hand suddenly, making many people look at him in surprise, "I I think you are still far from the time to learn ancient magic texts."

"Yes, Professor..." Hermione lowered her head, her eyes already a little red. She didn't expect Edward to be so harsh.

"Miss Granger, you'd better know what I'm talking about." Edward said very seriously, "Ancient runes are a very rigorous and demanding subject. It requires very solid basic knowledge, and this is very important for you. This is too profound for a little wizard who doesn't even understand the basic structure of magic spells. It's not the right time yet, at least not until you understand the book in your hand."

Edward did not deceive Hermione at all. Ancient runes were a very rigorous subject, and studying them hastily would only cause Miss Granger to hurt herself.

He didn't want to be forced to terminate the contract in the first semester of school because of his problems, which was why he agreed to Dumbledore to keep Quirrell.

Compared to the temptation of Mr. Delicious, Edward wants to know the news about hell more.

He desperately wanted to figure out everything that happened to him, such as who his parents were and why they gave him half-demon blood - all of this was in his inherited memory, but the memory only told him how Use this power and never tell him even a little bit of information about his parents and life experience.

Hermione hung her head for a moment, then she raised her head suddenly, "Professor, what do you mean, as long as I finish reading this book, you are willing to teach me ancient magic texts?"

"This one is far from enough." Edward shook his head slightly, "At least read through the books about magic texts in the library, and I will give you a reference book list." Edward weighed it up, and he thought If Miss Granger is not given enough tasks, she will not stop disturbing her, so simply give her a reading list that will last until the third grade.

"Irma, give me a pen and paper."

Mrs. Pince glared at Edward angrily, but still obediently went behind the desk to find paper and pen and sent them to Edward.

"Thank you."

"You are so polite." Mrs. Pince said angrily. This was the first time she saw someone instructing her to do things in her territory. Even Dumbledore had never done this before!

"Oh." Edward nodded lightly. He picked up the quill and rubbed the tip of the pen with his hand. The quill started writing on the parchment out of thin air.

Hermione glanced secretly, it seemed to be a very long book list...

Her expression turned bitter for a moment, but she quickly cheered up.

After finishing writing, the quill fell limply to the ground. Edward caught the fallen parchment and handed it to Hermione.

"Well, this book list should be enough. Don't think about learning ancient magic texts before you finish reading these books." Edward said with satisfaction, this should be enough to fool her.

It's not a fool's errand. As long as Hermione can finish reading these books, Edward believes that her progress in learning ancient magic texts will skyrocket.

Hermione took the parchment, looked at the book list on it, and secretly encouraged herself.

"Come on, Hermione, you can definitely do it. It's just a dozen...dozens of books...you can definitely finish them!"

Edward finally fooled Hermione. He calmed down and continued to look for books on dark magic about Mr. Delicious's situation. However, he almost looked through the forbidden book section, and he couldn't find what he wanted.

"There's no way Hogwarts doesn't exist... This is the most complete library in Europe... Maybe it's in the collection of some pure-blood families?"

But Edward, who still couldn't understand all this, was finally driven away by Mrs. Pince at night.

"Professor Edward Lumboe, the library is closing. You can come back tomorrow."

"Oh." Edward continued to flip through the book in his hand, completely ignoring Mrs. Pince.

"I said it's time for you to leave."

"Oh."

"Please leave! I'm closing the door!"

"Oh."

"I'm going to tell Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"I'm leaving now." Edward picked up the book in his hand and walked out of the library gracefully with unhurried steps.

Mrs. Pince looked at Edward's back and felt angry.

Monday morning.

The homework from each college has been sent over. The thickness alone is two to three feet. Edward has a headache just looking at it, so...

"Gidero!"

"teacher."

"Approval these assignments."

Lockhart nodded with a grimace, "Yes, Master."

The rest of Monday was spent working hard - overseeing Lockhart's grading of homework - and Edward only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

But Lockhart was surprisingly uncomplaining.

"Gilderoy, what's wrong with you?"