A Hogwarts dissertation guide

With Hermione's help, the rest of the class was quieter, but that might have been because they had decided to duel that night.

"Professor, they plan to duel in the trophy room tonight." Hermione found Edward worriedly after class.

"Oh." Edward nodded and continued to straighten his somewhat wrinkled robe.

"Aren't you going to stop them? Or tell the Dean?"

"Oh." Edward had already opened his legs and was about to leave.

"Professor, you have to take care of them, this is your responsibility!" Hermione shouted, "I know you may not want to teach us, but you are a professor, aren't you? Since you are in this position , we should shoulder this responsibility.”

"Yeah." Edward nodded. He took back his steps, looked at Hermione indifferently, and said, "I just promised Albus to teach for a few years. As for what their plans are after class...this has nothing to do with It doesn’t matter to me.”

"You - you -" Hermione stared at Edward's handsome face, tears streaming down her face, she squatted on the ground holding her knees and cried.

Edward ignored her at all, turned and left.

In fact, she had always clearly felt that Edward was alienating her and did not want to have anything to do with her, but she just wanted to learn magic script from Edward.But she didn't expect that Edward would treat her so indifferently, not even thinking about his old feelings.

Hermione cried for a long time, and no one saw her until dinner.

After that, everyone only knew that Hermione would never raise her hand in the thesis guidance class again, and she would never hand in her homework in advance. She seemed to be the same person she was before, running to the library whenever she had free time.

"Teacher, where is Miss Granger?" Lockhart asked.

Edward picked up the oil lamp, pointed it at the glass cover and took a breath, "She won't come again."

"That's a pity."

"But it's finally quiet here."

"It's a little too deserted here."

Edward was silent. After so many years of living, he had long been accustomed to loneliness. He had long been accustomed to the desolateness and loneliness Lockhart mentioned.

After all, not everyone can be friends with Edward, and they always fail to survive the torture of time.

"Mr. Flamel is leaving. His owl has delivered a letter." Lockhart picked up a letter from the table. "It seems that he does not intend to use the Philosopher's Stone to extend his life."

"He is tired and wants to leave." Edward said softly, "For us, death is just another journey, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"He's your best friend, isn't he?"

"I can't convince him. His body can still hold on, but his heart is tired. He wants to seek peace." Edward looked at Lockhart deeply. He knew that all this would eventually be known to Voldemort, but He couldn't help but say these words to Lockhart.

The composure of many years seemed so ridiculous before the news of the death of an old friend.

Edward never thought that he would be so reluctant to leave his old friend. "We have known each other for 600 years. Before he took the elixir of life, we were best friends."

"So, teacher, do you know how to make the Philosopher's Stone?" Lockhart's eyes lit up, his voice became deeper, he slowly stood up and walked towards Edward who was sitting on the sofa.

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Edward smiled, "It's not a very rare thing. It was not uncommon in the past. It's just that few people use it to live forever. Its side effects are so great that not everyone can bear it."

"So, what are the side effects?"

"Magic power." Edward whispered the word softly. "The price you pay for immortality is magic power. As you drink the elixir of life, the magic power will gradually decline. It will be very fast at the beginning and will decrease by nearly half in a year. But It will become slower and slower in the later stage. After almost 200 years, Nick has become a Muggle. He can only rely on his affinity for magic to use some magic that escapes in the air."

"That doesn't affect that he is still a master of spells, does it?"

Edward was silent. After a moment, he slowly said: "Gilderoy, it's over."

"I'm sorry, teacher." Lockhart quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "As you know, I have been worried that I will not be able to stay with you for a long time."

"I have a way to extend your life, but you have to pay some price. It's up to you to decide." Edward said lightly, but he did not recommend Lockhart to do this. Almost all life-extending magic involves the soul. dark magic.

On the eve of Halloween, Edward enjoyed a rare peace. Lockhart did not disturb him on this day. Maybe Voldemort gave him some task, maybe Dumbledore ordered him to do something. In short, it was a quiet day.

The hallway and the room were filled with the sweet, inviting smell of roasted pumpkin.Edward also completely devoured the last soul of Mad Witch Sacrifice today.

Naturally, this was met with a disapproving glare from Dumbledore.But Edward pretended not to see it.

"Albus, your phoenix is ​​about to reach nirvana, right?" Edward teased Fawkes, the phoenix resting on its perch. Its golden-red feathers were a little dim, as if it was at the end of its life.

However, for Phoenix, they are immortal. At the end of their lives, they will choose Nirvana and return to the form of a fledgling.

"Yes, it should be within the past two years." Dumbledore said with squinted eyes. He watched Fox peck out Edward's hand with wounds one after another, but they healed in an instant. "What a powerful ability." He murmured road.

"But this is also a curse, Albus." Edward rubbed his temples and said. Ever since he rejected Hermione, he felt something was wrong with him, as if something important was missing in his heart.

"But for most people, it's an irresistible temptation."

"What about you?"

"Me? Of course I will also desire it." Dumbledore said frankly, "But I know better what I want." After saying that, he burst out laughing.

"That's what makes you different from them. You're a smart man, Albus." Edward said, with an approving look on his face.

"I have always paid attention to Hogwarts. Although I have never shown up, you are definitely one of the best principals." Edward sat opposite Dumbledore, across the desk.

These words caused dissatisfaction from several portraits on the wall, but they did not dare to say anything and could only stare at Edward angrily, as if this was enough to express their inner anger.