A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"He's in the office upstairs." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Do you need me to ask him to come down?"

"Of course," Umbridge repeated with a chuckle.

Dumbledore shouted a few times upstairs, but there was no response from upstairs, so Dumbledore walked up the stairs and knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, there was still no response.

Dumbledore returned to the office, still with a faint smile on his face, "I think Professor Rumples must be patrolling the castle. He must be searching for traces of attackers."

"Is that true?" Umbridge said in a determined cooing tone. "I heard that Edward Rumple was the first witness, is that correct?"

"That's right, Dorelos, we discovered the tragedy in Rufus' office together." Dumbledore nodded to confirm.

"Experience tells us that the first person to discover the victim is usually the perpetrator." Umbridge said softly.

The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, "I believe in Edward Rumple."

"But he is the biggest suspect," Umbridge stared at Dumbledore with her unique, disgusting smirk, "Mr. Headmaster, you must know this better than me."

"I will not make a judgment until the investigation is clear." Dumbledore said softly.

Umbridge laughed and paced back and forth in the office. "These are the experts from the Ministry of Magic that I brought here. They will definitely be able to investigate who actually launched the attack on Scrimgeour."

"Very good." Dumbledore commented.

"Well, first let's see where Professor Edward Rumple is," Umbridge paused. "I heard that Mr. Rumple's picture has been hanging on the wall of Scrimgeour's office."

"It's not necessarily true that he is a fan of Professor Lumpo." Dumbledore said humorously.

"This is not funny, Dumbledore." Umbridge didn't react for a moment, then said angrily.

"Well, I thought you'd like it," Dumbledore shrugged. "Would you like a Honey Sizzle?"

"Thank you, but no," Umbridge said, "The first priority is to capture Edward Rumple."

"Sorry, what did you say? Arrest?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Yes, arrest." Umbridge puffed out her chest and said artificially, "I now reasonably believe that Edward Rumple did cruel things to Rufus Scrimgeour and then absconded in fear of crime."

Dumbledore was silent. He recalled Edward's appearance yesterday, as if there was something unexplainable about him... as if something was being hidden from him.

And coincidentally, the diary that should have been lying in the drawer also disappeared.

Dumbledore slowly turned around and returned to his desk, pacing back and forth.

After a while, just when Umbridge and her team were almost impatient, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"Dalys, Armando, Phineas... help me search in the castle -" Dumbledore suddenly paused, but he quickly recovered from his daze, "help me search in the castle Traces of Professor Edward.”

"No problem, Mr. Principal." The portrait on the wall responded neatly.

Umbridge finally smiled and nodded slightly.

Earlier today, Edward secretly stole Riddle's diary while Dumbledore was speaking in the auditorium.

"Tom Riddle." Edward narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly.

"It's really curious what method can give you such an evil smell."

Last night, as soon as Edward saw Riddle's diary, he smelled the unbearable delicious smell in it.

This is a dark magic alchemy item, and it definitely has a lot to do with Voldemort!

Yes, this is Voldemort's diary.

"I wonder if letting you out will be a big surprise."

The reason why Edward stole the diary was simple: he wanted to find out how Voldemort made his soul so delicious.

The current diary is obviously an excellent template.

Edward took the diary directly and left Hogwarts. At that time, Dumbledore happened to feel someone crossing the barrier of Hogwarts.

In the city of Durham, Edward apparated into a café in the city center.

"Let me see what you are capable of." Edward said with a smile. He casually kidnapped a Muggle who looked like a gangster and dragged him directly into a dark alley.

The diary didn't seem to have the slightest desire for the fainted Muggle. It was like an ordinary notebook, without any abnormalities.

"Did I guess wrong?" Edward thought doubtfully.

Not only that, Edward found that the smell on the diary was also disappearing, as if - as if it was just a container and the delicious food inside had already escaped.

"What exactly went wrong?"

Edward couldn't understand the situation. It was obviously not like this yesterday!

After spending some time, Edward returned to the castle in frustration. As soon as he stepped into the boundary of Hogwarts, Dumbledore appeared directly in front of him.

"Lumbo, I need an explanation." Dumbledore said seriously.

"What explanation?" Edward frowned, "I don't understand what you are talking about. By the way, this is your diary."

"What did you do with the diary?" Dumbledore took the diary and looked at Edward with twinkling eyes.

"It's just some suspicion, but obviously I failed." Edward said with some resentment, "This is just an ordinary diary."

"This is absolutely impossible." Dumbledore said firmly. "I tested the diary late yesterday, but there is no trace of dark magic on it."

"Doesn't that just prove that there is no problem with it?" Edward asked.

"But this is the doubtful point," Dumbledore said, rubbing his temples. "I used the Fire Curse, but it didn't suffer any damage."

"Okay, stop it, this is your business." Edward yawned, "Why don't you let me go back to the office and have a good rest?"

"If possible, I would rather you sit in your office all the time." Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon lenses.

"But I want to understand one thing." Edward said calmly.

"So have you figured it out?"

"I just said it failed." Edward said impatiently.

Dumbledore said apologetically: "Okay, okay, you have to forgive a bad old man for his terrible memory."