A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Edward did not stay in his office that night. He took advantage of Dumbledore's search for the castle and sneaked into the corridor on the third floor - the floor where Scrimgeour's office was located.

"I have to think of some way to frame you..." Edward murmured, "I can't help it, your existence is really disgusting."

"The only thing to blame is your poor strength."

Edward gently pushed open the office door. The door was not locked, but when he entered the room, he was surprised not to see Scrimgeour.

Holding his breath, Edward hid in the shadows. Scrimgeour was most likely going to the castle to assist Dumbledore in searching for the whereabouts of the heir.

As long as he waits for him to come back, Edward will directly knock him out, and then use the Oblivion Curse to modify his memory, allowing him to openly attack Dumbledore or Edward himself. Edward can confidently kill Scrimgeour, and at the same time, he can also remove the secrets from the Chamber of Secrets. Things happened to him.

As for whether this will be discovered?

There's no way he could hide it from Dumbledore anyway.

However, Scrimgeour is dead, would Dumbledore make things difficult for Edward over a dead man?

Edward is hiding in the shadows in the corner. As long as he wants, he can hide here for a lifetime. This is the ability given to him by his half-demon blood - the Lord of Shadows.

After a long time, the door to the room was finally pushed open, and Scrimgeour walked into the office in a daze, completely unaware that the office door was unlocked.

"How strange," Edward murmured, staring at Scrimgeour, "how his soul is so... so delicious."

Edward sniffed hard, he could almost smell the irrepressible fragrance of Scrimgeour.

"It's really intoxicating," Edward murmured, "This smell is so... nostalgic..."

The smell was surprisingly similar to Voldemort's last year, which made Edward squint his eyes.

"Collapsed." Edward took out his wand and muttered softly.

Scrimgeour barely had any time to react before he was knocked to the ground.

Edward walked out of the shadows, "Did he also use the same method of immortality as Voldemort?"

"It's queer."

Edward was puzzled.

But something even stranger happened. Scrimgeour's breath was rapidly weakening, as if something had taken away his vitality.

"What's going on?" Edward lowered his head and thought doubtfully. He opened Scrimgeour's clothes and rummaged through him.

Generally speaking, only black magic alchemy items can achieve such effects.

But what kind of alchemical items can achieve such an effect?

While Edward was thinking, Scrimgeour had lost his breath.

"Hmm, how should I explain this to Dumbledore?" Edward thought, but before he could think more about it, the door to the room was violently pushed open.

Dumbledore rushed in directly, with Fawkes squatting on his shoulder. Fawkes had obviously brought Dumbledore here.

"Listen to me, Albus." Edward put the wand into his pocket, "I didn't do this."

"How do you explain all this?" Dumbledore lowered his body, put his fingers on Scrimgeour's body, and after confirming that Scrimgeour was no longer breathing, he asked with a frown.

"I just knocked him down with a stun spell," Edward said. "The next thing he knew, he died on his own."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Dumbledore said with a straight face.

Edward nodded, "You will believe it, because you know that I don't bother to lie."

"Okay," Dumbledore laughed suddenly, but then turned serious again, "I know your character, but how do we clean up this mess?"

"I think it's best to find the problem on Scrimgeour himself," Edward said calmly. "Obviously he hid some evil dark magic alchemy item. He may have thought he could control it, but it turned out that it was directly It killed him."

"He is an experienced Auror," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "The Ministry of Magic will not believe such a reason."

"But this is the only explanation." Edward said softly, "It is also the only reason you can make it public, if you don't want Hogwarts to fall into panic."

Dumbledore stared at Edward and was silent for a long time.

He spoke, "Edward Rumple, I want you to be honest with me. You didn't kill Rufus, did you?"

"I didn't, Dumbledore, even if you ask a thousand times, I won't." Edward looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes without giving in at all.

Dumbledore seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. He nodded slowly, "I will explain it to the Ministry of Magic."

"Good luck to you." Edward said. The Ministry of Magic wants to oust Dumbledore from the position of principal. It is no longer a matter of a day or two. Maybe this is an opportunity for the Ministry of Magic. This must be a good thing for Dumbledore. Definitely not an easy thing to explain.

The Ministry of Magic will definitely use the topic to its advantage!

"Haha," Dumbledore laughed dryly, "My dear Edward, don't think of me as a useless old man."

"Of course I didn't," Edward said softly, "It's just that the Ministry of Magic would think so."

"Then I will tell them that they are wrong." Dumbledore said with great enthusiasm, "You will stand by me, right?"

"You are the one who signed the contract with me." Edward did not answer directly.

But Dumbledore already understood Edward's thoughts.

He smiled happily.

"that's enough."

As long as Edward was around, Dumbledore didn't think the Ministry of Magic posed any threat to him.Moreover, the Ministry of Magic cannot do without Dumbledore. Dumbledore's personal reputation alone is enough to shake the Ministry of Magic.

"By the way, how did you know?" Edward asked, pointing to Scrimgeour on the ground.

Dumbledore sighed, "On the day of the Quidditch match, Rufus sneaked into the abandoned girls' bathroom, and a student was killed that day."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Edward already understood.

Apparently from that day on, Dumbledore had begun to doubt Scrimgeour.

Early the next morning, Dumbledore appeared in the auditorium wearing a rare black robe. The other professors were basically all wearing black robes. Even Professor Trelawney, who was rarely seen in the past, appeared on the faculty bench.

"I have much to say to all of you today," said Dumbledore, "but first I must say with great sadness that we have lost a wonderful man who should have been sitting here."

The auditorium instantly became silent, and everyone anxiously checked their friends around them. After all, from Dumbledore's tone, it seemed that someone had died.

Malfoy's face turned pale. He thought Dumbledore was talking about him. He thought he had been expelled.