A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Snape glanced at Edward coldly and did not respond to Edward's words.

He knew Edward was teasing him.

"If you want to make fun of me, you might as well think about how to comfort your beloved disciple. I heard that she went to attend Nick's death anniversary party." Snape said without emotion. It seems that Hermione and the others have gone to attend Nick's death anniversary party. Known by the professors.

Edward scratched his head and said helplessly: "I tried to persuade her, but she didn't believe it would be that boring."

"Then she will soon realize that you are right," said Snape. "There is nothing more boring than a ghost's death party."

"Yes, I think so too." Edward felt a headache as soon as he recalled the death anniversary party he had attended.

The maggot-infested food, the horrible frosted cakes, and the music that sounded like sawing wood were simply an abuse to Edward's five senses.

Fortunately, none of this showed up at Halloween dinner.

In fact, the Halloween dinner at Hogwarts is quite interesting. Even Edward has to admit that it is much more interesting than enjoying the singing and dancing of the secret cultivators in Tibet - they always sing and dance to celebrate the festival, which makes Edward tired of aesthetics. .

The dinner ended with great celebration, and the students left the auditorium one after another, preparing to return to the common rooms of their respective houses. Each house had its own repertoire, which was only displayed in the common room.

Hundreds of feet climbed the stairs, but soon their celebrations came to an abrupt end.

When the people in front saw the scene in front of them, they were completely stunned.

The lively and chattering sounds suddenly disappeared, and Harry, Ron and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor. The students fell silent for a while and crowded forward to watch this terrible scene.

Harry Potter is dead!

His eyes were wide and staring, and his body was as stiff as a board.

Colin was speechless in horror, unable to believe that one of his idols had died like this.

Not only that, there was something written in blood on the wall next to Harry.

In the silence, someone spoke loudly.

"Be wary of enemies of the heir!" Draco Malfoy said loudly, "You will be next, Mudblood!" He looked at the glowing writing on the wall.

He has been accumulating resentment for a long time, and he thinks this is God's punishment for Harry.

Sure enough, when God closes a door for you, he will open a door for you, Draco thought.

Harry Potter also suffered vengeance.

He squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes became vivid, and his normally bloodless face turned red.He looked at Harry, who was frozen in place, with a sinister smile on his face.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Filch, no doubt attracted by Draco's shout, shouldered his way through the crowd.Then he saw Harry, and he stumbled back.

"What happened? A student died?!" he screamed.

This is completely understandable. After all, he is just an old squib. Magic has nothing to do with him. The most common thing he does on a daily basis is cleaning.

If a student dies, Dumbledore will most likely expel him!

At this moment, his bulging eyes saw Hermione and Ron.

"You!" he screamed, "it must be you, you killed Potter! You killed Potter!"

"Filch!"

Dumbledore and Edward arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers.In the blink of an eye, he passed Hermione and Ron and was in front of Harry.

Hermione covered her face and sobbed softly, and Ron couldn't say a word. The looks from his classmates frightened him.

"Come with me, Filch," Dumbledore said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. Edward, please come with me." He had not forgotten Edward. Edward, who wanted to sneak back to the office, felt helpless.

After all, it's not Hermione who died, just Harry. What does it have to do with him?

Dumbledore picked up Harry vigorously and walked toward the crowd.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass.Ron and Hermione followed Dumbledore at a loss, Edward grimaced, and Scrimgeour followed after him, although no one cared about him at all.Professor McGonagall and Snape looked tense.

Snape's fists were balled up tightly.

Lily, if she knew that her son died unexpectedly just a few days before she was resurrected, what a big blow it would be to her!

They walked into an empty classroom on the third floor together.

The desks and chairs were piled up in a mess. Dumbledore carefully placed Harry on the open space in the middle of the classroom and began to inspect them carefully.

Ron and Hermione exchanged colors nervously, and then Hermione moved to Edward and asked softly: "What happened to Harry? Is he really dead?"

"Yeah, he's dead." Edward said nonchalantly. Of course, he could see early on that Harry was petrified. The fire of his soul was still burning, but it was gradually showing signs of extinguishing. Maybe if he left it alone, it would be over. Harry will be dead within a few months.

Hermione covered her face in horror, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't worry, it's just a small problem," Edward quickly explained. This disciple of his couldn't joke at all. Hermione's biggest problem was that sometimes she was so serious that she couldn't even tell whether Edward was there or not. joke.

"We can save Harry, right?"

"Of course, no problem, Albus is here." Edward poked Dumbledore in the lower back, which made him glare at Edward in annoyance.

"You two were found at the scene of the crime. Do you have anything to say?" Scrimgeour glared at Hermione and Ron sternly, taking advantage of Dumbledore's inspection of Harry.

Hermione hid behind Edward in fear, with only her head exposed. Ron also wanted to hide behind Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall pulled him out by the collar of his neck.

"Professor, we don't know anything." Hermione mustered up the courage to say, and the eyes in the classroom instantly focused on Hermione.

"Harry said - Harry said he could hear a strange noise, and then, when we were going to the auditorium after attending Nick's death anniversary party, he heard it again..."

Hermione's words were intermittent, but fortunately the professors understood them, and Hermione didn't need to say more about the following story.

"...Harry searched the corridor for the sound. Ron and I didn't catch up with him. When we felt the corridor on the third floor, he stood there blankly, motionless. There were still marks on the wall. The words written in blood glow." Hermione finished speaking and hid behind Edward.