A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Oh, I think Professor Rumple will tell you when he wants to." Dumbledore said softly, "Maybe you can ask Nick Flamel, they are good friends."

"Are you implying that he is an immortal or a guy who uses the Philosopher's Stone?" Fudge shouted, "But this is different. I have met Mr. Flamel, and the Philosopher's Stone will not keep a person's appearance."

"I said nothing," said Dumbledore.

"Perhaps we should use the regulations in the "Vampire Management Punishment Measures" to arrest Lumpo. A vampire who has not been certified by the Ministry of Magic is in Hogwarts. I think the parents must be very worried." Fudge shouted again. He said, he was afraid that the people in the room could not hear clearly.

"Noisy." Edward waved his finger, and Fudge's mouth stuck together. Almost in the blink of an eye, his mouth completely disappeared.

Where the mouth should have been, there was now a smooth patch of skin in its place.

Fudge covered his mouth in horror, and the Aurors behind him took out their wands.

"Albus, let me tell you, you are too kind to them. Cats and dogs dare to jump on your head." Edward still didn't raise his head, and a purple light flashed from his pupils.

The strong wind roared through the office, and in the blink of an eye, all the wands in the hands of the Aurors ran to the floor in front of Edward.

"What magic is this?!" Umbridge screamed.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you." Edward slowly raised his head and gave Umbridge and Fudge the same treatment.

"Edward, you - you shouldn't be like this." Dumbledore said with a bitter smile, and he sat down on the desk.

"How will this end?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.

Dumbledore shook his head bitterly, "It's out of control."

"Albus, it shouldn't be a problem for you to take over the Ministry of Magic, right?" Edward closed the "Transfiguration Today" in his hand and put it aside. "I think the Ministry of Magic will be more suitable in your hands."

"No, I'm already a bad old man, I still want to enjoy my retirement life." Dumbledore sighed and said.

"Well, it seems that Gilderoy can only take over the Ministry of Magic. This is also something that I, as a teacher, can't do much for him." Edward was quite pleased, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to make excuses. The British Ministry of Magic gives it to Gilderoy.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

Gilderoy Lockhart! ?

That idiot?

Fudge pointed to his mouth and looked at Edward desperately.

"You want to talk?" Edward stood up and asked playfully, "Albus, do you think I should let him talk? What if he starts yelling again?"

"I don't think he dared anymore."

"Okay, let me see what he wants to say." Edward snapped his fingers, and Fudge's mouth came back.

Breathing heavily, he fell to the floor.

"You - you can't do this!" Fudge yelled at the top of his lungs, his face turning purple.

Edward raised his eyebrows, "Sorry, that's just what I can do."

Professor McGonagall turned her head towards Dumbledore, but he just spread his hands helplessly, and he had no good solution to Edward.

The contract... did not stipulate that Edward could not attack the Ministry of Magic.

It was only then that Dumbledore suddenly realized that since the contract was signed, Edward seemed to have been obeying his words, probably just because all this was still within Edward's acceptance range, and Edward had not really taken it to heart.

Once Edward becomes serious, the contract does not seem to be able to restrict his actions. At least for now, Dumbledore has no choice.

"Listen to me, Connelly, you - you'd better listen to Professor Rumple's advice, otherwise...otherwise I'm not sure what he will do to you." Dumbledore said pitifully Looking at Fudge lying on the ground.

"You betrayed us!" Fudge yelled, pointing at Dumbledore. "What gave you the courage to do this? You betrayed my trust in you!"

"You yourself gave up the right to choose." Edward said contemptuously, "I gave you a chance, but you refused to accept it."

Fudge lay on the ground and smiled miserably, "You have such power, why have we never heard of your name before?"

"My name?" Edward raised his eyebrows, "I thought you had recognized me a long time ago. I remember there should be a statue of me in the central square of the Ministry of Magic. None of you have noticed it. I have to say, It’s such a shame.”

Fudge looked at Edward with wide eyes, "You - you -"

He couldn't utter a word.

Of course he knew the Ministry of Magic's Central Square, he would pass by it every day when he went to work, but the statue there...

Isn't there just the Magic Brothers Fountain?

Located in the center of the Department of Magic Hall.In the middle of a circular pool stands a group of solid gold statues composed of wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins, and house elves.The tallest among them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing straight to the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf.The centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked at the two wizards with infinite admiration.Sparkling jets of water shot out from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrow, and from the ears of the house elf.

Of course, centaurs and goblins cannot worship humans with such reverence in real life. This is just the wishful thinking of wizards, imagining what an ideal society would look like.

So Fudge always thought it was just the imagination of a master sculptor.

In fact, not just him, but almost everyone in the Ministry of Magic thought so.

It never occurred to them that everything on that statue might be real.

"Who are you?" Fudge asked with a trembling voice. At this moment, his heart was completely occupied by fear.

The Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic has existed for hundreds of years, but the man in front of me is even older than the history of the Ministry of Magic - what a terrible thing!

"I have many names," Edward whispered as he slowly floated up from the ground. Magic enveloped the entire room, making them breathless.

He supported himself in front of Professor McGonagall, resisting the urge to kneel down.Dumbledore was not much better than her, his withered palms clenched tightly on the desk.

Fudge and his men were not so lucky. They fell to their knees with a plop.

"The first people called me Merlin. I helped Arthur establish a country on the English peninsula. Later, some people called me Michael Scott. I helped the Muggles promote the development of the world. After a few hundred years, they called me Pa. La Celsus, I became a very good doctor..."

"And right now, what you need to know is that I am Edward Lumpo."