A Hogwarts dissertation guide

The sorting ceremony went very smoothly. After the little wizards took their seats, everyone was surprised to find that there was a vacancy on the faculty bench.

"Who is that seat for?" Harry asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione was just a Yaoyao head, and said hesitantly, "Maybe it's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. We all know that Professor Quirrell resigned due to physical reasons. There was someone sitting there just now, but I don't know what I left the auditorium at that time.”

"Well, well, I hope he's a man of real ability." Harry shrugged. He didn't want to go through the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course again.

Whether it was Professor Quirrell's stammering lectures or Edward's over-the-top lectures, the students did not learn anything at all.

Senior students even have to rely on self-study to cope with OLS and NEWTs exams to get the jobs they want.

But this was a trivial matter to both Edward and Dumbledore.

Finally, as the last student was sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony came to an end.Professor McGonagall packed up the Sorting Hat and the stool and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up.He looked at all the classmates with a smile, opened his arms and made a welcome gesture.

"I only have two words to say to you," he said, his rich voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"

It didn't take long for the dishes on the table to be cleared away, and not even much dessert was left.

Edward just took a sip of the pumpkin soup, but after realizing it was not as good as hot cocoa, he stopped taking action.

He still preferred dinner prepared by his own house elf.

Dumbledore did invite Edward, but he just shook his head gently and declined Dumbledore.

The last remaining crumbs disappeared from the plate, which was now clean and shiny again, when Albus Dumbledore stood up again.The buzzing voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the pounding of heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore said, looking at everyone with a smile, "Now that we are all full and full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have some announcements to make."

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, would like me to tell you that this year, several more items are prohibited in the castle. They are the Screaming Ball, the Wolf Fang Flying Saucer and the Combo Boomerang. The entire list includes approximately 430 seven items. , can be seen in Mr. Filch’s office, and interested parties can check it out.”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

He continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and in Hogsmeade, students below the third grade are not allowed to visit.

boom!

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood at the door, with lightning flashing behind him, making it difficult to see his face.

He had dark brown hair and looked like a lion ready to attack. He held a dozen thick documents and newspapers in his hands.

"Dumbledore, I think you need to see these," he said loudly.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and their expressions instantly turned ugly.

The auditorium also instantly became silent.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Scrimgeour."

Normally, when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone will applaud and welcome him, but now, except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, no teacher or student applauded.Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands several times, and found that the applause seemed lonely in the silent auditorium, so they put down their hands knowingly.Everyone else seemed stunned by this appearance and just stared at him.

After all, no one would ever interrupt Dumbledore when he was speaking - at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was the King of the Castle!

Edward held the cup and looked at this man carefully. Is this the person Dumbledore asked him to take 'special care' of?

It doesn't seem to be any different, except that the image is a little more fierce.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

Edward thought so.

"Dumbledore, how did you become the headmaster? You actually let two children drive a car to the castle! Do you know how dangerous this is?" Scrimgeour raised the newspapers and they fell to the ground. , nearby classmates saw the above report.

"Two Muggles in London were convinced they saw an old sedan flying past the Post Office... In Norfolk at noon, Lady Hetty Bellis was drying her laundry...Ann of Peebles Mr. Gus Fleet reported to the Muggle police... six or seven Muggles in total..."

Unexpectedly, the classmate also read out the content of the report, which suddenly made the auditorium become noisy.

The Gryffindor students' faces turned ugly, and their glances glanced at Harry and Ron, making them feel very uncomfortable.

Obviously the report was talking about Harry and Ron. They were the only two who were late, and the students did not see Harry and Ron on the train.

"Rufus, I think we can discuss this topic later." Dumbledore said softly, the smile long gone from his face.

Edward squinted at the scene in front of him. Scrimgeour didn't seem like a guy to be trifled with...

But what does this have to do with him?

Anyway, Edward is just an ordinary thesis advisor.

"Dumbledore, do you know what this means?" Scrimgeour roared, his hair swaying, which made him look more like a lion. "This is very likely to undo all our years of hard work and completely expose the wizarding world to Muggles."

"Calm down, Rufus, everything is not that bad." Dumbledore said calmly, standing up from his seat, "If there is anything, we can talk in private."

"Why do you want to talk in private? If you ask me, you should expel those two disobedient students. Do you know how much trouble they have brought to the Ministry of Magic?"

Ron suddenly stood up and shouted at Scrimgeour: "This is not our fault at all, we are victims too!"

Harry quickly stood up and they both glared at Scrimgeour.

"So those two guys are you?" Scrimgeour glanced at Ron, "You are a child of the Weasley family, right? Your father, Arthur Weasley, is my subordinate, if I am willing. , I can anytime-"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the auditorium.

"That's enough, Rufus!"