A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't mean it..."

Hermione spluttered.

"Is the problem about what you did?" Edward took a big step forward. "The point is - you cheated on me!"

"Sorry, teacher......"

"Never say sorry to me," Edward said sternly, "I only give you one chance, one chance to allow you to make a mistake, and next time, if you dare to deceive me again, you don't have to call me teacher in the future."

"Yes......"

Hermione cried louder, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm not blaming you, Hermione, you'd better know this," Edward pointed to the cauldron in the center of the clearing, "I'm not trying to stop you from brewing Polyjuice Potion. I understand that you care about Harry and do it. These things happen, but I hate cheating.”

"I understand, teacher, I won't lie to you." Hermione raised her head and said firmly, biting her lip.

"It's best that way." Edward nodded, "Also, you guys are making too much noise when brewing potions. Move the crucible from the dormitory here. Have you ever thought about what to do during potions class? "

Hermione looked a little at a loss.

"You have made many mistakes in this matter. I can understand that you are careless and chaotic, but your opponents will not let it go. They will seize your flaws and tear the wounds from your body. "

"Then what should I do?" Hermione's eyes sparkled as she stared at Edward.

Hermione seemed to have been led on a slightly deviated path by Edward, and it was definitely not what Dumbledore expected.

"You don't know the specialness of this place," Edward sighed, "No matter what, you don't want to brew potions here."

The light in Hermione's eyes dimmed a little.

"You'd better move the cauldron to my office, remember to hide it from Albus - forget it, I'll take the cauldron away for you." Edward raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and the cauldron on the ground Disappeared out of thin air, "The school rules don't stipulate that students can't use Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as other students, right?"

"Teacher, are you not going to blame me?"

"Why are you blaming you? You brewed the potion privately?" Edward laughed. "It's not a big deal, but you must remember clearly that I hate deception and betrayal the most."

"I won't lie to you again." Hermione finally smiled.

Edward grimaced again, "Next time, if I find out again——"

"There won't be a next time." Hermione wiped the tears from her face.

Edward ruffled Hermione's hair, "Remember what you said today."

Hermione nodded vigorously.

"Okay, go find your friends." Edward patted Hermione's back gently, "Don't worry too much. Potter will be fine. You don't have to worry about the secret room or anything like that."

"Have you found the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione asked in surprise. She noticed that Edward seemed to have a lot of confidence in his mouth.

Edward nodded slightly, "Far away in the horizon, close in front of you." He pointed to the floor beneath him.

"Here!?" Hermione gasped.

"That's right," Edward said, "So, you can't brew potions here. It will be bad if you meet the heir."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded heavily.

Hermione left, and Edward looked at her back and sighed. Having such a warm-hearted disciple was really a headache. Can't he take care of himself like Gilderoy?

Although Gilderoy was also controlled by the Imperius Curse for most of last year.

Edward quickly left the women's bathroom. The smell here made his nose uncomfortable.

On Saturday, eleven o'clock gradually approached, and all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch pitch.It was a hot and humid day, with faint thunder in the air.

Edward and Dumbledore sat in the front row of the professor's chair, and on the other side of Dumbledore was Professor Snape.

Just after delivering his speech, Dumbledore's expression suddenly changed. He said in a low voice to Ed and Snape beside him: "Someone broke into the women's bathroom on the second floor."

"The heir?" Snape asked quickly.

Since Harry was attacked, almost everyone could clearly feel the change in Snape's personality, so Dumbledore didn't find it strange.

He just shook his head slightly and said, "It's Scrimgeour. I think he might actually be looking for clues to the secret room."

"Why couldn't he have opened the Chamber of Secrets?" Edward said calmly on the side. He needed a suitable reason to kill Scrimgeour, and opening the Chamber of Secrets was obviously a good excuse.

But Dumbledore clearly thought Edward was joking.

"He is a Gryffindor," Snape said. "He is a standard Gryffindor. Although he hates to admit it, he is undoubtedly full of the so-called sense of justice."

"Oh, that's a pity." Edward shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the railing, making a clicking sound.

"I think there should be no problem. He is probably just checking the security of the castle. Everything suspicious is where he suspects. This is a habit brought to him by many years of Auror experience."

"Let's continue watching the game."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Snape and Edward fell into silence again.

The 'promise' they only saw was not enough for Dumbledore to know.

This game was almost unwatchable. Slytherin's broom threw Gryffindor so far away that they couldn't catch up with the Slytherin players.

Oliver Wood took Harry's place, and his original position of goalkeeper was filled by a substitute.

But it didn't help, the whole game was a complete defeat.

Gryffindor lost the game with a huge score of 30:290.The Gryffindors left the pitch with their heads hanging low.

"What a boring game." Edward muttered, "I don't know why you insist on me coming."

Dumbledore smiled slightly and did not answer.

If the professor was still in the castle, how could the legendary heir show up?

However, the guy didn't seem to be taking any action. Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder in his heart, was he really planning to stop?

To give up such a good opportunity completely?

Maybe he is preparing for some bigger conspiracy?

Dumbledore was not sure, but the current situation was quite acceptable, except that Harry had been petrified, and he would be able to return to normal once the mandrakes mature next year.

But when they returned to the castle and enjoyed dinner, a scream broke the peace of the castle.

Someone was attacked again!

This time it's Colin Creevey, the little first-year wizard who always loves to hold a camera.

Edward sighed helplessly, then looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's face tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out, looking very angry.