A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"If you must say so, I have nothing to say." Dumbledore sighed, trying hard not to pay attention to the poor man in the pipe.

"Don't worry, this is a defector who violated the rules of the secret cultivator." Edward said softly, "He revealed the secret of Yongbulakang to mortals, almost exposing Yongbulakang to the sight of the mortal government. This is the punishment he deserves."

"But we usually use the Forgetting Curse..."

"Don't tell me that there are no prisoners in British Azkaban who have violated wizarding laws." Edward took a puff of his pipe and leaned back quite relaxedly.

"Let's have a meal, don't say those words that spoil the fun." Edward waved his hand and motioned for the secret cultivator to serve the food.

......

Even though Dumbledore seemed to have a very firm stance, in fact, he was the one who had the most fun - after all, it was a magic system that he had no experience with at all, which made him quite curious about the mystics who cast spells without using wands. .

"None of them use wands?"

"Yes, most of them use runes to cast spells. Oh, by the way, they are the runes that you British wizards call." Edward sat back on the chair, enjoying the grapes handed to him by the attendant next to him.

"Oh, they must have a systematic training school, right?" Dumbledore asked with interest, "How do you pass it on from generation to generation?"

"There is no school. It is all passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation." Edward said softly, "As for the inheritance not being extinguished... is that possible with me here?"

"Yes, yes." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Dumbledore raised his head and said, "Professor Edward, I think our vacation is over."

"So fast?"

"There is no way, the plan can't keep up with the change." Dumbledore was not surprised at all, but was very calm, "We will leave immediately to return to Hogwarts."

"Stop it, don't disapparate with me." Edward quickly pulled Dumbledore's hand away, "Let's use the portkey, it's much more comfortable."

"No problem, it's up to you." Dumbledore shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

Night enveloped this thousand-year-old castle, and everything was quiet, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Also, the curfew time has long passed, and there is a big time difference between Tibet and the UK.

"Where are you going?" Edward asked softly, and just a few breaths ago, the soles of their feet touched the carpet in the principal's room again.

"Aren't you going to see them?"

"Oh, what are you referring to?" Edward complained, "I hope it's not what I was worried about before."

"If I'm not mistaken, obviously we should be referring to the same thing." Dumbledore tilted his head and smiled, "I specially prepared a unique passage to facilitate us to observe the children's performance."

"You are really wily."

"Thank you for the compliment." Dumbledore accepted happily.

They headed to the corridor on the fourth floor together. When they arrived, Luwei on the trap door was roaring wantonly, but when it saw Dumbledore, it visibly backed away.

"By the way, what are they looking for?" Edward asked puzzledly, "After all, Voldemort has..."

"Maybe they like taking risks." Dumbledore let out a long sigh. "Although I hate to admit it, I have to say that they were a little too reckless. They went alone without notifying the professor-"

"I was pretty sure Hermione would have informed me," Edward said expressionlessly, "but apparently she couldn't find me."

"Well, I guess I can only blame Severus. You know, he doesn't seem like a nice guy." Dumbledore said humorously. He made a joke, but it was obvious that Edward did not appreciate the joke. .

Because they were silent next.

"Are we going to jump down?" Edward said with disgust as he looked at the trap door.

"Of course not, there is a secret door behind Lu Wei." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Hey, little guy, move to the side."

Lu Wei huddled up and rolled to the side, revealing the secret door behind him.

"Then, please come in, Professor Edward Rumple." Dumbledore said, bowing slightly.

Edward nodded and took the lead towards the open door.

"The first level is Herbology, which is Professor Sprout's level. They need to identify the Devil's Net and think of a way to crack it." Dumbledore said to Edward in front of him. They were currently in a downward spiral. The stairs were walked leisurely.

"Obviously this is not a problem for Hermione. She has definitely memorized all the books in her mind." Edward said expressionlessly. If possible, he really didn't want Hermione to get involved with Dumbledore. Lots of profits are planned.

But it seemed it was too late, she had become good friends with Harry.

"Apparently they have passed the first level." Dumbledore looked at the Devil's Net with interest, as it was waving its vines wildly.

"No one will be entangled in the devil's net. As long as they stay calm, the devil's net will let them go after a while." Edward said coldly, "Let us move forward."

They were walking into a completely different room, as if a glass-like wall separated the two rooms - they could see what was going on inside the level, but the little wizard who broke through the level couldn't see outside.

They continued walking down the stairs. They had walked at least several hundred feet, but the road ahead was still bottomless.

They finally saw Harry and the others, and Edward quickened his pace. They were riding on their brooms, chasing something in the air.

"Professor Flitwick's spell, he enchanted these keys." Dumbledore sighed. "It's very clever, full of fun, and not so dangerous at the same time."

"I agree with what you said, it is indeed very 'interesting'. This will definitely waste a lot of Voldemort's time." Edward said lightly, "It's a pity that Voldemort has escaped."

"If you are willing to be calm, I think there will definitely not be only the five of us here today." Dumbledore said with a smile, "But you should understand, Voldemort's soul..."

"Well, even though I don't understand it, there is no doubt that this makes me more interested in him." Edward said, "Do you know what means he used to achieve this effect?"

"Unfortunately, I haven't figured it out yet." Dumbledore shook his head in disappointment, "But he will not perish even if he loses his body and soul. I think only Harry can kill him."

"Maybe you used the wrong method."