A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Returning to the principal's office, Edward immediately saw Umbridge waiting in the room.

"Who is this pink toad?" Edward thought to himself, and walked straight to the stairs, planning to go back to his office.

"Are you Edward Rumple?" said the pink toad.

"That's right." Edward stopped, "You'd better get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise I don't mind teaching you a lesson."

"Do you know who you are talking to? Rumple!" Umbridge shouted angrily, while she was still muttering. "I have never seen anyone so disrespectful."

"If you can't even make people feel happy, I don't think you are a polite guy." Edward said contemptuously. In fact, he was in a bad mood at the moment because of the diary.

"You——!" Umbridge pointed at Edward angrily, unable to say a word.

"You'd better disappear before I open the door again, otherwise it's hard for me to guarantee what I'll do to you." Edward threatened, then opened the door and returned directly to his room.

At the same time, the students in the castle were surprised to find that there were many more adult wizards in the castle. Most of them were dressed in black robes and had some badges on their chests.

"It's an Auror," Ron said quietly. "So is my dad."

"Are they here to investigate Professor Scrimgeour?" Hermione asked, but she didn't take it to heart because it had nothing to do with them.

"I think so." Ron nodded. "After all, Scrimgeour was the head of the Auror Office before. They definitely can't accept his unexplained death in Hogwarts."

They were having a Potions class, Ron and Hermione were assigned to a group, and Harry was standing next to the podium. He was only qualified to observe and had no chance to do anything.

In Harry's words: "Snape simply had me fixed on him and wouldn't let me out of his sight for a moment."

Malfoy looked at Harry next to the podium with a gloomy expression.

He hasn't been expelled yet because Scrimgeour has overshadowed everything else, but by this time next year, he has decided that he will no longer be at Hogwarts.

Malfoy didn't dare to think too much. He was afraid that he would end up like Rubeus Hagrid - he was expelled from Hogwarts and broke his wand. Dumbledore gave him a job as a gamekeeper because of his kindness. .

Malfoy thought of himself patrolling the hunting grounds in a moleskin coat like Hagrid's.

He will definitely become a shame to the Malfoy family and be nailed to the pillar of shame by future generations - no, Malfoy will most likely end the inheritance in his generation - after all, no one would want to marry a gamekeeper. Isn't it?

Just look at Hagrid!

He has been at Hogwarts for 50 years!

"Wait, are they here to arrest the teacher?" Hermione was adding slug mucus to the cauldron when her hand suddenly shook and all of it fell on Ron.

"Oh, what a terrible feeling." Ron wrinkled his nose and said in disgust, which reminded him of the unpleasant memories on the Quidditch pitch.

"I think they just suspected Professor Lumpo." Ron quickly wiped the mucus off his pants and said irritably, "Does Professor Lumpo look like the attacker?"

"Well..." Hermione thought for a moment, recalling her summer vacation in Tibet.

Edward Rumple was not a dark wizard, but he was definitely not a white wizard. What he showed to Hermione was at least acceptable to Hermione - except for the light blue of the desperate scream in the hookah. soul.

"I still can't believe that Scrimgeour died in Hogwarts." Ron said softly, as Snape just passed by him.

"I trust the teacher," Hermione said firmly.

"Okay, actually I also believe Professor Rumple. Although he doesn't seem to have a good temper, he is obviously a good person." Ron spread his hands, "Okay, Hermione, it's time for you to stir. If you don't stir it, it will be exploded."

Hermione quickly picked up the wand on the table, inserted it into the cauldron and stirred it counterclockwise three times.

"When are you going to replace your wand?"

"Maybe next year." Ron said desperately. "Mom said we have to wait until school starts next year."

"What about your exam this year?"

"My mother said this was my punishment, even if I was expelled from school because of my poor grades."

Ron sighed heavily and said helplessly.

Later that day, another team of Aurors arrived at Hogwarts. They set up camp on the grounds and seemed unwilling to give up until the cause of Scrimgeour's death was investigated.

When Fudge rushed to the principal's office, the office was packed with people. Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk with a calm expression, the tips of his long fingers folded together.Professor McGonagall stood upright beside him, with a very nervous expression.Hogwarts Special Investigator Umbridge stood by the fire, rocking back and forth excitedly, obviously very satisfied with the current situation.

Tonight, none of the portraits of the old schoolmasters and schoolmasters pretended to sleep.They were all alert and serious, watching what was going on below.

As soon as Cornelius Fudge came in, several old schoolmasters flew into the adjacent picture frame and the neighbors gnashed their ears eagerly.

The door behind her closed, and Cornelius Fudge glared at Dumbledore angrily. Umbridge glanced at Edward on the sofa next to her, with a look of schadenfreude on her face.

"Okay," said Fudge, "Okay, okay, okay..."

"The Ministry of Magic is particularly concerned about the educational level of Hogwarts, and specially sent the shrewd and capable Director Scrimgeour to assist with the courses. I didn't expect that he would suffer such a tragic thing in less than a semester."

"Dumbledore, you must give me an explanation," Fudge shouted angrily.

"We have found a person with great suspicion, Mr. Minister." Umbridge said, with a very inappropriate excitement in her tone. "It was the person who was specially recruited by Dumbledore last year amidst everyone's confusion. Hogwarts thesis advisor Edward Rumple."

Fudge's expression changed, "Dorelos, are you sure?"

Edward Rumple is not a soft persimmon, he is a world-famous writer. Many wizards may not know that the British Minister of Magic is Cornelius Fudge, but they all know clearly that Britain has a great writer—— Edward Rembo.

"That's right, it's Edward Lumpo, that great writer." Umbridge seemed to have not noticed the change in Fudge's face and said to herself, "He was the first to discover that Director Scrimgeour was attacked. However, he did not give any explanation as to why he appeared there in the middle of the night."

"Also, this morning, he disappeared mysteriously for a long time and did not return to the castle until later in the evening. I suspect..."