A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I'm sorry, I don't know what laws I violated." Edward said frankly that the Ministry of Magic did not stipulate that Hogwarts professors cannot leave Hogwarts grounds.

"Then you don't know?" Fudge said with unabashed sarcasm, "Why are you sitting here? Don't you realize that you have violated the rules?"

"Regulations?" Edward said, "At least I don't think there are any."

"Last night, Director Scrimgeour suffered a nasty attack, and you were caught at the first scene," Fudge asked angrily, changing his angle. "This morning, the Ministry of Magic's Special Investigation Team came to investigate. At that time, you happened to leave the castle."

"Then what does this prove?" Edward asked, his tone still so calm.

"That means you may have been out destroying evidence this morning, Mr. Rumple," said Fudge, his tone now angry. "You are the murderer of Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Yeah, that's right." Edward said, with an incredulous expression on his face. "So, do you have anything to say? Albus, I think you can vouch for me."

"That's right, Cornelius." Dumbledore nodded and said in a low voice.

Fudge turned his head towards Dumbledore again, "So Dumbledore, what can you prove? Could it be that this morning you -"

"Yes, I asked Professor Rumples to go out." Dumbledore said.

"But you clearly said before that you didn't know where Edward Rumple was!" Umbridge pointed at Edward and screamed.

"Put your hands down, Dolores Umbridge." Edward said in a bad tone, "Why can't you say it calmly, if I were you, I would never be so casual with others. You'd better pay attention to go home On the road, I heard that there have been frequent attacks recently."

"You - you -!" Umbridge was trembling with anger, but she still put her hand down calmly.

"Are you threatening a senior official of the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge said angrily, "Do you know how bad this is?"

"I'm just reminding you sincerely, Minister." Edward said politely, "After all, the wizarding world is not peaceful recently, right?"

"That's the best," said Fudge angrily.

"Albus, you'd better explain what you ordered Edward Rumple to do when he went out, or in fact, everything that happened last night was actually your order." Fudge stared at Dumbledore, anger in his pupils. Medium burning.

"Sorry, I can't tell you." Dumbledore's voice was still so low.

"You're not even willing to make up a reason? Dumbledore." Fudge was so angry that he no longer even called Dumbledore Albus.

"It is precisely because I know you, Cornelius, that I am unwilling to deceive you." Dumbledore stood up slowly.

He took out the diary from the drawer.

"You'd better take a look at this."

Fudge took the diary doubtfully, then lowered his head and flipped through a few pages.

"A blank old diary?" Fudge laughed angrily, "Are you kidding me?"

"This is Tom Riddle's diary." Dumbledore said calmly.

Edward tapped the coaster lightly, "Excuse me, if there's nothing else, can I leave? I don't think what's going on here has anything to do with me."

"Wait a moment, Edward, I need you to be here to investigate this matter with the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said softly, "I don't want you to bear the injustice."

"Okay." Edward shrugged, crossing the armrest with his arm, and there was a cup of hot cocoa on it.

As a result, a very funny scene occurred in the office: Fudge and Dumbledore were fighting against each other, while Edward Lumpo, who was at the center of the fight, was minding his own business while flipping through today's latest "Transfiguration Today" ” and even had a cup of hot cocoa nearby.

"The name Tom Riddle may not be familiar to you, Cornelius," Dumbledore said softly, "but I think you will be familiar with his other name."

"what?"

"Voldemort!"

Fudge was shocked, as if someone had struck him head-on.He blinked dazedly and stared at Dumbledore, as if he couldn't completely believe what he just heard.He stammered, still glaring at Dumbledore.

"You-Know-Who... is talking nonsense, stop joking, Dumbledore... he has been dead for 12 years!"

"Then I am undoubtedly going to tell you a fact now," Dumbledore said. "We had seen Voldemort return last year, and he was leaning over Professor Quirinus Quirrell. At that time It happened that Professor Rumple discovered his flaw and defeated Voldemort."

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," Fudge said, a strange smile appeared on his face, "You-you can't really believe all this? You-Know-Who? Stop joking, stop joking. .....This is impossible. You must not have seen it with your own eyes, right? You must have been bewitched by Lumpo."

"This is what really happened," Dumbledore said.

"I don't know what kind of magic Rumple used, maybe you're just confused," Fudge said in an ups and downs tone, obviously feeling turbulent in his heart, "Did you just take everything Rumple said, Dumbledore? "

There was a moment of silence, and a match crackled in the fireplace.

"Of course I believe Professor Edward Lumpo," Dumbledore said, his eyes shining brightly at this time. "I have long had doubts about Quirinus, and Professor Lumpo's experience has proved all this. Everything makes sense.”

Fudge's face turned pale. He held the table to support himself, as if he couldn't accept the fact that the impact was so great.

Another moment of silence.

"But what does this have to do with Director Scrimgeour?" Umbridge asked.

Dumbledore nodded approvingly, "That's exactly the problem, Dolores."

"Tom Riddle opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago, and his diary reappeared in the castle, and the Chamber of Secrets was opened again. I think you must know what this means."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge, Umbridge and the Aurors behind them.

There was a strange smile on Fudge's face. He glanced at Edward who was sitting on the sofa and ignored him, and then replied: "Are you ready to believe that the mysterious man has returned and listen to the words of a guy of unknown origin?"

"Professor Edward Rumple was never a man of unknown origins," Dumbledore said softly.

"But the Ministry of Magic can't find any clues about him. It's like he suddenly popped up a few years ago." Fudge blushed. "There is no record of his schooling, no record of his departure, and even no record of his leaving the country." We are not sure what nationality he is from - he speaks at least 12 languages."