A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Me? Teacher, I'm very fine." Lockhart said quite sincerely.

"No, you're not good." Edward frowned. Lockhart's behavior today was not normal. He didn't even complain at all.

"I'm very well," Lockhart repeated.

Edward's brows deepened. He used magic to suppress Lockhart on the sofa with a wave of his hand, blocking all Lockhart's perceptions. At the same time, he walked quickly towards the stairs.

"Albus, there's something going on here. Come up and take a look."

"Oh? What's going on?" Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed behind his half-moon lenses. He immediately stood up from behind his desk and rushed upstairs quickly.

"Look at Gilderoy, I feel like there's something wrong with his condition." Edward curled his lips. He was very good at fighting, but he was always a little uncomfortable with this type of detection magic and control magic.

Compared to delicate tasks such as Legilimency, Edward is better at spraying the Death Curse wildly, or burning everything with the Fire Curse.

Dumbledore took out his wand seriously, leaned down to examine Lockhart with his head lowered, and forcefully opened Lockhart's eyelids with his hands.

"The Imperius Curse, a very strong Imperius Curse."

"Lift it," Edward said expressionlessly, "I want to know who did it, Albus, I won't tolerate this, it's disrespectful to me."

Dumbledore straightened up, holding his wand and pointing the tip at Lockhart, "I know, but the contract..."

"So, you mean Quirinus Quirrell?" Edward's eyes narrowed, "I don't understand why you must protect him."

"Because he has Voldemort in him." Dumbledore's eyes flashed, he was more serious than ever, "The prophecy said that only one of Voldemort and Harry Potter can survive..."

Edward was stunned, and he suddenly understood the true identity of Mr. Delicious-Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"So you plan to let Potter destroy Voldemort? Under your surveillance?" Edward said calmly.

"Yes, this is also part of the contract. In the past few years, you must obey my orders, right?" Dumbledore rarely became tougher. "This is our contract, and the devil cannot betray the contract."

Edward stared into Dumbledore's blue eyes for a while, then nodded slowly, "Of course, I will not break my promise."

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "Do you want me to lift the Imperius Curse for Lockhart now?"

"Oh? You think there's no need to worry?" Edward asked with interest, "You want Lockhart to send wrong information to Voldemort?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, he is your friend, and the decision is yours."

"Alas..." Edward sighed faintly. He looked at Lockhart who was lying on the sofa and said, "It's not easy to get him to shut up. Let's do this for now."

"you sure?"

"I quite like the quiet Gilderoy, he's a little too noisy."

"Ok."

"There is one more thing that I think Quirrell and Voldemort should know, about the Sorcerer's Stone..."

Edward raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"you say......"

......

The little wizards of Gryffindor House were surprised to find that their annoying ghost Hermione Granger had become more difficult to find. She seemed to be in the library every day except for classes and meals.

"Haha, no wonder everyone can't stand her," Ron said to Harry, "To be honest, she is just like a nightmare." Because he had just been taught a lesson by Hermione in class - Hermione A perfect demonstration of her talent for spells.

In Edward's office eight floors above, Lockhart continued to bend behind the desk and write his new book about his year at Hogwarts.Edward was sitting on the sofa, thinking about how to reveal clues about the Philosopher's Stone to Lockhart in a subtle way according to Dumbledore's wishes.

"Gilderoy, do you think someone will steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Lockhart raised his head instantly, his quill leaving a large ink stain on the parchment.

"That's right, the Philosopher's Stone. Legend has it that the Philosopher's Stone can turn stone into gold and make the elixir of life. You must be interested in him, right?"

Lockhart laughed dryly, "Being able to follow the teacher is enough to make me grateful. How dare I expect to live forever."

"Don't you want to live forever?" Edward didn't look at Lockhart, who was playing with a thread on the sofa.

Lockhart suddenly straightened up, "I have no extravagant hopes for immortality. I just want to continue my creation."

Sure enough, this was very un-Lockhart.

Immortality is definitely what Lockhart desires.

"Sigh, I don't know why Dumbledore hid the Sorcerer's Stone in the room on the fourth floor." Edward sighed, and he said it so openly.

"Is the Philosopher's Stone on the fourth floor?" Lockhart narrowed his eyes. "I suddenly remembered something and I have to go back to the office." His office was right next door to Professor Quirrell's office.

Edward knew almost without thinking that he must go and inform Quirrell.

Dumbledore set up a checkpoint on the fourth floor, which must be passed in order to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.Dumbledore naturally invited Edward, but Edward declined because it was too troublesome. Dumbledore probably thought that even Professor McGonagall would have difficulty getting through Edward's magic level, so he simply gave up the idea of ​​letting Edward take action.

Lockhart hurried away.

Edward looked at his back with a slight smile and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Albus, I told you."

"How about it?"

"Very eager. It seems that their target is the Philosopher's Stone."

"I knew it a long time ago, look at this." Dumbledore said, taking out a newspaper from the drawer and handing it to Edward, "My vault was illegally broken into at the end of July."

"So, I seem to have smelled the blood on Quirrell that day. He was injured." Edward glanced at the newspaper and recalled.

Dumbledore nodded, "I guessed it was him," he crossed his hands on the table, "It will definitely not be easy to separate Quirinus and Voldemort now."

"Aha, as long as you agree, I'm willing to take this risk." Edward wiped the non-existent saliva, he was very confident - at worst, he would eat the souls of two people together!

"I don't agree, Professor Edward." Dumbledore said seriously, "At the same time, I also need to warn you that you'd better not bring the souls of strangers into Hogwarts again. Hogwarts prohibits similar things. The act of devouring souls.”

"Albus, you can't stop me. This is my right."

"Contract..."

"It's not written in the contract!"