A Hogwarts dissertation guide

In the next month, Hermione worked harder and harder, which surprised the secret cultivators who served Edward in Tibet, because she was growing at an almost leaping speed.

From a young wizard who only had a rigid understanding of runes, he mastered the combination and application of a variety of basic runes in almost a vacation.

Although she still seems very immature, there is no doubt that her level of magic writing has even surpassed that of many Hogwarts graduates - after all, few of them would regard magic writing as their key subject.

After all, magic literature or runes and runes are a very large subject, and basically only long-lived races can conduct very in-depth research on them.

wizard......

It is very likely that in the process of studying magic texts, they will have to end their research due to insufficient life span, and it will take their disciples decades to pass on the knowledge left by their teachers.

This creates a huge amount of waste.Therefore, there are very few pure human wizards who study magical literature.

As far as Edward knew, apart from himself and his secret cultivators, vampires were probably the only ones who continued to study magic texts.

(The Mysterians have no habit of using wands at all, and they have no intention of using them. Moreover, Edward has no intention of breaking the inheritance of the Mysterians. He has been carefully protecting the Mysterians family.)

And Hermione finally welcomed the start of school. She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The week before school starts.

"Teacher, how do we return to Hogwarts? Or should we use Apparition?" Hermione asked curiously.Of course, she wasn't expecting to apparate. The feeling was really terrible, like being squeezed into a narrow tube.

"Of course not," Edward said. "At the end of the semester, Albus opened the school's ban and we were able to use Apparition. This was to facilitate the professors to return to their homes, but before the semester started, because there was enough time, so the anti-Apparition spell at Hogwarts is always activated."

"Then do we need to go to King's Cross Station? You will take the train with me." Hermione's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

"Well, that's what I plan to do." Edward nodded and said, "But considering that you haven't been back home during this holiday, I plan to give you a week's leave so that you can go home to spend time with your parents, Granger. The couple must miss you very much.”

"Really?" Hermione's eyes flashed, saying that she didn't miss her parents was a lie.In fact, she was able to endure such rigorous training thanks to the support of her parents.

She also understood better how terrifying wizards with powerful magical abilities were to Muggles who had no resistance. In order to protect her parents, she had to grit her teeth and persevere.

"I have to say, your perseverance is beyond my imagination." Edward nodded appreciatively, "You are much better than Gilderoy. He didn't even persist for the next month before giving up."

"Maybe he just has something he's better at." Hermione said hesitantly. She really wanted to complain that Lockhart was probably only good at being handsome, but considering that he was her senior brother after all, she swallowed the second half of her sentence. Entered the stomach.

"That's right," Edward said blankly, remembering what Lockhart looked like when he was at Umbracon, "but I have to admit that he is very talented in the Oblivion Curse. I dare say that even Albus is not. He went deeper."

"Is he that powerful?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Edward nodded heavily, "Never underestimate any wizard," he turned his head and looked into the distance, drooling at the corner of his mouth, "I don't want you to look at everything in the world with contempt like some stupid guy."

"Teacher, why are you drooling?"

"Nothing, I just thought of a delicious food that slipped away..."

"Norbert?"

"What Norbert?"

"Hagrid's Norwegian Spinosaurus."

"Didn't you already see it here?" Edward said innocently, "I have no intention of actually doing anything to it, it still has great uses."

"That's good." Hermione patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hagrid would definitely cry to death if he knew that Norbert had become a feast of dragon meat."

"Then his luck is really good. I have no intention of enjoying dragon meat." Edward said softly, "If there is nothing else, go back and rest early. I will take you back to Bromley early tomorrow morning. go."

"Okay, teacher."

......

A week passed quickly, and Edward was ready to leave for Hogwarts.He couldn't help but sigh once again what had got him so carried away and why he agreed to sign a contract with Dumbledore.

He just used the name hell for a little while and he fell into the trap.

Perhaps it was mainly because of Dumbledore's reputation that Edward easily trusted him.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Dumbledore's soul is not that delicious...

Edward suddenly felt a little regretful, but a contract is a contract...

"Oh, I don't want to anymore. I can't get rid of the contract anyway." Edward sighed deeply, adjusted his robe, and then took out the door key, passed his palm across it, and a dazzling blue light lit up.

When everything in front of him became clear again, Edward had returned to the principal's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

"Good afternoon, Professor Edward." Dumbledore stood up from behind the desk and waved to Edward.

"Good afternoon, Albus." Edward nodded, "I thought you would be busy preparing to welcome the little wizard at this time."

"There will be a scene like this every year. The professors are already familiar with the process and they can handle everything." Dumbledore said with a smile. He took out a wrinkled box from his pocket, "Bloody lollipop. Honeydukes’ latest product, do you want to try it?”

Edward just glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, "I'm not a vampire."

"Of course, none of us are vampires, right?" said Dumbledore, "but that doesn't stop us from enjoying the taste."

"Okay, then you can enjoy it by yourself." Edward said lightly, turned around and prepared to step up the stairs.

"Wait, Edward." Dumbledore stopped Edward, his expression became serious, "We need to talk about you and Professor Quirrell."

"I thought we had talked about this a long time ago." Edward stopped, his arm resting on the handrail of the stairs.

"Let's sit down and have a chat, shall we?" Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed wisely behind his half-moon lenses.

“We need an open-minded dialogue between us.”