A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"We're not expelled," Harry said reassuringly to Hermione, who looked worried.

"So, did you really fly here?" Hermione's tone was almost as harsh as Professor McGonagall's.

"Stop teaching us lessons," said Ron impatiently. "We're all fine now, aren't we? That's enough."

Hermione wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the heated discussion among her classmates. She sat alone and sulked.

She didn't understand at all why they got praise from their classmates for breaking school rules. This was completely unreasonable!

Even though she won so many points for Gryffindor last year, she didn't make herself popular. At most, it was just word of mouth among the professors. All the professors knew that Professor Edward had accepted an outstanding disciple.

Early the next morning, Edward put on a flowing purple robe. He ate with great interest the delicacies specially prepared for him by the house elves, which were oriental specialties.

Dumbledore handed over his plate silently.

Edward ignored him.

"Let me try it again. After the last time I tasted it at Umbrakan, it is really unforgettable." Dumbledore said with a smile, and at the same time pushed the dinner plate towards Edward again.

"I can consider arranging for the house elves to go to Yumbracon for further training." Edward leaned back and said impatiently.

Dumbledore showed a sly smile, "Then can they come back? I heard that Umbracon is in desperate need of success. They have experienced ten years of turmoil. Even though they are in the Muggle world, I think this pair They must have had a huge impact as well.”

"Then you can continue to enjoy your English breakfast." Edward shook his head, took a big sip of soy milk, and put all the pies on his plate, without giving Dumbledore a chance to reach out.

"you--"

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud noise.

"...I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fire you for stealing a car. It depends on how I deal with you then. You probably haven't thought about it at all. When your father and I found out the car was gone, What's your mood..."

Scrimgeour on the staff table showed an ugly smile. He picked up the knife and fork with great interest and put a piece of grilled salmon into his mouth, although he spit it out in disgust.

"You expected this, a roaring letter?" Edward asked softly.

He found that most of the professors pretended not to hear the yelling letter and were minding their own business while eating the breakfast on the plate in front of them.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment. He leaned closer to Edward and said in an extremely low voice: "Actually, I didn't think Molly would use the roar letter. I thought he would use a softer method." As he said, When Edward wasn't looking, he stole a piece of meat pie from the dinner plate.

"I have to admit, this is much better than pizza," Dumbledore said appreciatively.

Edward glared at Dumbledore and said nothing. He didn't mind a pie at all. This was a secret confrontation.

Dumbledore wants to eat Edward's pie, but what he actually means is that he hopes Harry can learn from Edward, just like Hermione.

Edward refused, and it was obvious that if Dumbledore paid such attention, Harry would probably escape his control.

Dumbledore snatches the pie: As long as you have learned Edward's magic, what does it matter if you lose control a little?Edward couldn't just ignore it anyway, right?

It must be said that Dumbledore's calculation was so good that Edward didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

Can Edward really accept Harry as his disciple?

He couldn't see any spark of wisdom in Harry. He was sure that Harry was a Gryffindor through and through, or a reckless man and a pawn.

He was completely incomparable to his Hermione, which was especially obvious during last year's breakout.

"By the way, Professor Edward, I heard that Scrimgeour plans to review the teaching content of every professor." Dumbledore said suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something.

Edward nodded, "I don't think the Head of the Auror Office would be interested in my boring lessons."

"It's hard to say, you are a very important professor." Dumbledore turned to stare at Edward, "This is true for both Hogwarts and me."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't dare to take it seriously." Edward said casually.

Breakfast time passed quickly.

Professor Sprout hurried to the greenhouse. Her first period in the morning was her Herbology class. She had to go to the greenhouse to check. Although there were house elves who had prepared the materials needed for the class, she had to go and check due to professional requirements. Lower the number of earmuffs to avoid the possibility of a student passing out from the screams of Mandrake if they don’t have earmuffs.

Scrimgeour followed closely behind her, clutching a notebook, as they crossed the grounds to the greenhouse.

"Look, he is the Ministry of Magic's hand in Hogwarts." Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour's back and said with a serious expression on his face.

"I have dedicated my life to Hogwarts, and I hope that Hogwarts can-"

"Okay, this has nothing to do with me, right?" Edward interrupted Dumbledore, "If nothing happens, I will go back to the office. Maybe my disciple is waiting for me in the room."

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded, he was almost used to Edward's character.

I have to admit that Edward is indeed a very characterful guy.

Back in the office, there was an owl squatting on the windowsill. It looked like it had experienced a very unpleasant trip. Its feathers were dirty and stuck on its body randomly.

Edward opened the window and let the poor little fellow in.

He took the envelope off its lap, poured another glass of whiskey, and handed it to it.With almost no hesitation, the owl plunged its head into the cup.

Edward returned behind his desk and slowly opened the envelope.

It's a letter from Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Teacher, I have arrived at the Margeride Mountains. There have always been werewolf legends here. There were many werewolf legends here in the [-]th and [-]th centuries. I am convinced that there must be traces of werewolves here... ..."

Lockhart returned to his old profession, taking risks, forgetting spells, and writing books. This made Edward quite emotional, even though he spent a very unhappy year at Hogwarts, and even lost most of his time. The soul curse controlled him, but he could still return to his previous life.

"...By the way, Teacher, I will publish a book called "My Time at Hogwarts" in a while. The sample book will be sent to you first. I hope Teacher can correct it."

Edward laughed and nodded heavily.