A Hogwarts dissertation guide

In the next few days, the castle was filled with dissatisfied voices, because Scrimgeour gave very sharp comments to almost every professor in his class, which once made the professors' faces look ugly.

Especially Professor Sprout, because in the first class of school, a second-year wizard was knocked unconscious by the scream of Mandrake because he did not wear earmuffs.

The unlucky little guy was named Neville Longbottom. Scrimgeour did not hold Neville accountable. Instead, he pointed the finger at Professor Sprout, accusing her of not reminding everyone to wear earmuffs.

Professor Sprout was speechless and had to accept that Scrimgeour gave her a C grade.

This was undoubtedly a very low score, which caused Professor Sprout to be very angry during breakfast these two days.

But compared to Professor Sprout, Professor Trelawney in the Divination class was obviously the worst person - she was severely harassed by Scrimgeour during class.

Scrimgeour obviously does not believe in divination, otherwise it would be difficult to understand why he would have such a big problem with Professor Trelawney.

This also forced Dumbledore to explain the matter to Scrimgeour at breakfast.

"Rufus, I wonder if the Ministry's requirements for professors are too strict. You must know that each of them is an extremely outstanding teacher." Dumbledore said with a smile, but this did not change Skrein's attitude. Jay's smile.

He opened his mouth stiffly and said, "I just followed the evaluation recommendations of the Ministry of Magic's education experts. Everything is legal and compliant."

"Well, Rufus, I think you must have remembered our previous conversation." Dumbledore nodded, with the smile still on his face.

Scrimgeour's expression did not change at all. He nodded slightly, slightly misdirected his eyes, and cast his gaze on Edward.

"Your look makes me unappetizing." Edward didn't even look at Scrimgeour. "Mind yourself, Director Scrimgeour."

Scrimgeour's fists were clenched tightly, Edward the guy always used to goad him about being kicked out of the Ministry of Magic.

"I'll catch your flaw, Mr. Rumple, I've always been good at it." Scrimgeour said through gritted teeth, which made Dumbledore, who was caught in the middle, very embarrassed.

"Albus, I heard that there is a little guy named Colin Cleave among the first-year students. He seems to be a fan of Potter."

"Oh, you mean the kid with the camera?" said Dumbledore.

Edward nodded, "I remember Hogwarts prohibits the use of electrical equipment, right?"

"Of course, I don't want Hogwarts to remain in the sight of Muggles." Dumbledore nodded and said, "So in the early 19th century, Professor Bathshedda Babblin and I stayed in the original building of the castle. On top of that, magic words have been added to prevent Muggle students from exposing the location of the castle."

"Obviously you've made a mistake. Muggles can also use old-fashioned cameras."

"But they can't reveal where Hogwarts is, can they?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"If that's what you mean, then I won't ask any more questions."

"..."

Edward and Dumbledore chatted happily, which made Scrimgeour very angry because he was completely ignored, and the content of their chat was still so nutritious.

Scrimgeour glared at Edward fiercely, snorted coldly, then stood up angrily and walked towards the door.

"What a pleasant chat," Dumbledore said.

Edward nodded happily, "It's rare. I agree with you."

Time flies to Wednesday, and there are no incidents, unless you count Neville's fainting in the Herbology class on Monday, and the incident where he burned the crucible Shaohua in the Potions class. This was already the second crucible he had burned. Snape's revenge seemed to reach a new high during the summer vacation, and he unceremoniously punished Neville for staying in school to work.

Neville had to go and disembowel a vat of horned toads, and when he came back, he was almost a nervous wreck.

Harry was only grateful that he was a Gryffindor student and did not have to face such excessive punishment for violating school rules.

But even if he and Ron were not expelled, they would still have to be punished by Professor McGonagall to do labor-cleaning the prize room and other old classrooms for a whole semester.

Harry and Ron were very grateful to Professor McGonagall, at least they were not expelled, and that was the most important point.

"I should thank Professor McGonagall, otherwise Mum would know that I was expelled, she would-" Ron made a gesture on his neck with his palm.

Harry swallowed.

"Little Ron, you should have called us and asked us to come out of the partition wall." George Weasley said regretfully, "Right, Fred, we have wanted to drive dad's car for a long time. I didn’t expect this to give you the upper hand, damn, why didn’t we think of it?”

"Forget it, George, I'm worried that mother will really kill us." Fred stuck out his tongue, obviously he knew very well how Molly would treat the two troublemakers.

"You know why Professor Snape has such a bad temper, don't you?" Hermione said from the side as she was helping Neville clean the toad entrails from the gaps between his fingertips, using a descaling spell.

"Yeah," said Harry, "because we knocked down a precious whomping willow."

"Neville was implicated," Hermione huffed, "He didn't deserve to be punished like this."

Neville stretched out his hand to pat Hermione on the shoulder, but when he caught a glimpse of the toad's entrails between his fingers, he let out a low scream and almost fainted.

"Well, Neville, we know it's not your fault," Hermione said understandingly.

Neville looked a little embarrassed and hesitantly said, "Maybe - I'm just too bad, Professor Snape - he -"

"I'm sorry," Harry said suddenly, "Neville, I'm sorry. It was Ron and I who caused the trouble, but you were punished by Snape. He was just looking for trouble. It's not your fault at all."

"It's not your fault. If - if I hadn't burned the cauldron in class, I wouldn't have been punished by Professor Snape." Neville stammered, as if he didn't blame him from the bottom of his heart. Leigh and Ron.

This made them feel relieved.

"You'd better remember and don't get into trouble again." Hermione's tone was like Professor McGonagall, which reminded Harry and Ron of that night in the underground classroom again.

"By the way, Professor Rumples seems to be in a bad mood lately?" Harry tried to change the subject.