A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Harry quickly found the correct key among a bunch of flying keys. It was very eye-catching because it should be a big silver key corresponding to the door lock.

Thanks to a year of Quidditch training, Harry was flying very well.

It took them almost only a few minutes to get to the next level.

"It's not a problem for them." Edward said calmly.

Dumbledore showed a thoughtful expression and said pointedly, "This may not be a difficult task for Harry, but for some people, it is definitely a headache."

"I know what you're talking about." Edward said expressionlessly. This bad old man still couldn't forget what he'd accidentally done to Voldemort.

"That's great." Dumbledore nodded, "Shall we continue?"

Edward didn't respond. He just took steps and continued walking forward.

The second room was dark and nothing could be seen.But as soon as Hermione and the others stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene.

"Albus, how did you ensure that Hermione would come with Harry to break through the barrier?" Edward suddenly asked, "I can understand the Weasley boy, but what about Hermione? You know that without her, they are very It’s possible that a lot of effort was spent on Devil’s Net.”

"I did not expect Miss Granger to join us at all." Dumbledore said with a straight face. "In fact, her appearance broke quite a few of my plans."

"for example?"

"For example, I thought that Harry would ask me when he couldn't find information about Nico Flamel, or that he would ask me more when he was out at night, but I didn't expect that it was you who told Miss Granger in the end, Then Miss Granger told Harry instead," Dumbledore said and sighed.

Edward raised his eyebrows, "You don't think this is playing house, do you?"

"What difference does it make to you and me?" Dumbledore looked at Edward with a smile.

Edward was silent. He observed Hermione's movements through the transparent wall. They had already discussed the result: as long as they acted as pawns and won the game, they would gain access to the next room.

"Hermione doesn't seem to be very interested in wizard chess." Edward frowned slightly.

"Don't be so hasty to make a conclusion, Edward." Dumbledore walked to Edward and stood side by side, "I heard that Mr. Weasley is a proficient wizard chess player."

"Do you think Weasley, who only knows how to eat and fight, will win the game?"

"Don't open him too lightly." Dumbledore said calmly, "Why don't you let us watch?"

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About ten minutes later, Ron won the game, but at the cost of being knocked unconscious by the White Queen.

This made Harry and Hermione very worried, but they still followed Ron's last instructions, moved to the designated position, and won the game.

The White King took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They won.The white pieces bowed and stepped back, making way for them to move smoothly toward the door to the next room.

"Is this part of your plan?"

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this, but I'm sure Mr. Weasley only had a minor injury at most, a concussion?" Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed.

"I can just imagine how worried Molly is." Edward raised his eyebrows. He knew his number one book fan very well. "She has told me more than once how much she loves her children. But in the first year, he broke into the forbidden area and was knocked unconscious.”

"I will explain it to Molly." Dumbledore touched his slightly crooked nose, "Let's go to the next room, cough."

Logically speaking, the next room should be Professor Quirrell's level, but given Professor Quirrell's current situation...

"This level has been skipped. If a troll must be placed here, I'm afraid these two children will not be able to pass the level." Dumbledore said.

Edward turned back and glared at Dumbledore, "You should know that Hermione has encountered a troll once before. If you continue to let her face the troll, don't blame me for interrupting your plan."

"Ahem, so it has been skipped." Dumbledore smiled awkwardly. "Let's keep moving forward."

Next level: There is only one table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"Severus's level, he accomplished everything I asked of him very skillfully. It's difficult, but it only requires a little logic. If Voldemort is here, he will use his own means to pass through the fire instead of drinking the magic." Medicine. But now...ahem."

Dumbledore glanced at Edward and interrupted his words knowingly - it was not a good thing to keep irritating Edward with this matter.

"Li Huo?" Edward stared at the black flames in front of him and said, "There is also a teleportation magic text. It's not easy. Who helped you arrange it?"

"Professor Bathsheda Babblin, she is very good at this." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I just want her to help."

"Yes." Edward nodded in disbelief. He had heard the name of Bathsheda Bablin. She was a very powerful rune scholar - but compared to Edward, she was still too immature.

"They only need a little simple logical reasoning to pass, but Voldemort will not drink the potion casually. He doesn't trust anyone."

"So, he will definitely use a more direct method, going directly through the flames. But this is exactly my plan, leaving Harry with a way to pass through the flames."

Edward nodded and had to admit that if he hadn't broken Dumbledore's plan, he would have ensured the showdown between Harry and Voldemort in the end.

"But how can you be sure that Harry can kill Voldemort?"

"Kill?" Dumbledore tilted his head and smiled, "Why do you have to kill? I just need to verify a conjecture. It doesn't matter even if they die together."

"Oh?" Edward suddenly became interested, "Tell me about it."

"I want to know whether the prophecy is immutable." Dumbledore took a deep breath and said what he had been pondering recently, "Sibyl made the prophecy 11 years ago. She predicted Voldemort and Harry. Only one can survive, but what puzzles me is why is this person Harry Potter?"

"Maybe it's because of his mother's protection spell, which is indigenous magic from the Americas. It's very——"

"I know, I taught her that." Dumbledore said, blinking his blue eyes and looking at Edward.