A Hogwarts dissertation guide

At the other end of the castle, two little wizards were secretly carrying out their little conspiracy.

"Do you really think we should do this?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Why not?" Ron said, "Even if Harry has recovered, it still doesn't clear Malfoy's suspicion."

"But Professor Scrimgeour has been killed, how can we defeat him?" Hermione couldn't suppress her inner worry, "The Ministry of Magic has been involved in the investigation. I think the truth will be revealed soon?!"

"When did you become such a mother-in-law?"

"This is not my mother-in-law. My worries are justified." Hermione argued, "Do you want your mother to receive your obituary?"

"That won't happen," Ron muttered.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the common room until finally, only the two of them were left.

"Harry still won't be back today, right?" Hermione asked. "They don't allow us to visit Harry. We can only see Harry during Potions class."

"Yes, but I feel that this is Snape trying to make things difficult for Harry. He would rather bring him to class and humiliate him than let him have a good rest in the infirmary."

"Are you being difficult?" Hermione asked in a low voice. She still remembered what the teacher told her: Edward planned to help Snape resurrect Harry's mother Lily.

Early the next morning, they saw many more people in the auditorium, especially on Dumbledore's left side, there was another chair, and sitting on it was a man wearing a pinstriped suit. Wearing a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

Ron introduced to Hermione in a low voice, "Of course, he is also the boss of my dad's boss."

"That's really amazing." Hermione sighed.

"By the way, how long will it take for the Polyjuice Potion to be brewed?" Ron asked, eating a croissant in one hand and a ham in the other.

Hermione thought for a moment, "It should be next week. The teacher has speeded up the brewing of the polyjuice potion appropriately. He said that he had something to do during the Christmas vacation. If he couldn't wait until then - he was worried that the potion would appear. question."

"That's so thoughtful," Ron said vaguely. "So what do we do?"

"We'll also need something from the person we're going to change," Hermione said lightly. "Needless to say, it would be great if we could get some from Crabbe or Goyle. They're Mal. Fu's best friend, he will tell them everything."

"By the way, I heard that Malfoy seems to be expelled." Fred suddenly came over, eager to share the happy news with their youngest brother.

"That's right, the annoying Malfoy is about to have his wand broken and be kicked out of Hogwarts!" George also ran over excitedly.

Their voices were so loud that almost everyone in the auditorium focused their attention.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I heard that he was the heir who opened the Chamber of Secrets and was seen by others, so the school decided to expel him." Fred explained, "But the specific details are not clear. I just heard that Malfoy cried for a long time at night. , and wrote a letter to her mother.”

"Guess what it says?" George said exaggeratedly and comically, "Mom, I'm going to be expelled from school, woo woo hoo... I guess it's something like this."

"That's right! That's right," Fred said comically.

The voices from their side reached the Slytherin table, and the students turned their heads to Malfoy, who was sitting in the middle of the long table.

His pale little face looked so helpless at this moment, and his whole face turned red almost instantly.

"Albus, is that Lucius's son?" Fudge sat next to Dumbledore, still holding a knife and fork in his hand.

"Yes, it's Lucius Malfoy's son." Dumbledore said without raising his head. "Edward, do you want to try this? I bet this is the most serious thing they have done this semester. .”

"Okay, I'll try it." Edward nodded and picked up a piece of German sausage with a fork. "The taste is a bit too strong."

"Mr. Rumple, I think you can try it-" Fudge took a large spoonful of mashed potatoes with a spoon and wanted to share it with Edward, but his voice stopped as soon as his eyes touched Edward.

Dumbledore was keenly aware of this, and he calmly passed his plate under Fudge's spoon, "Cornelly, I really want to give it a try."

"Oh, of course, of course, no problem." Fudge laughed awkwardly, and then poured a large spoonful of mashed potatoes into Dumbledore's plate.

Fudge sat down angrily. He ate the food on his plate with his head down, not daring to turn his head to look in Edward's direction.

"What did you do to him?" Dumbledore asked confused.

Edward smiled faintly and tapped the table with his fingers, "The memory can be erased, but the fear in his heart will stay with him for life."

"There's no way to lift it?"

"Unless he is stronger than me."

"Then it seems hopeless."

Edward shrugged, "You should know that this is not my problem, they provoked me first."

"I'm not blaming you. Do you have any plans for the Christmas vacation?" Dumbledore blinked, "I heard Nick say that you plan to visit him?"

"I do have this plan." Edward's eyes narrowed. It seemed that Nick had been communicating with Dumbledore a lot!

It seems necessary to file a complaint with Perenal!

The only one who can restrain Nick Flamel is probably Perenal.

"I plan to conduct an experiment and need Nick's help." Edward thought for a moment and decided to reveal something, at least to stop this bad old man's mouth.

"Oh? What kind of experiment is it about?" Dumbledore asked with interest, "But Nick is indeed a very good alchemist."

"The best alchemist in 600 years." Edward corrected.

"Yes, yes." Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

Breakfast time passed quickly, and the Aurors began to search the castle. They did not intend to miss any blind spot, and they were bound to find clues to the murderer of Scrimgeour.

"I don't think they can find any clues." Edward looked at them speechlessly.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "By the way, do you know about the diary?"

"Diary? What's wrong?"

"It was caught in flames."

"Ignition?"

"Yes."