A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Ron quickly raised his hand high, but Umbridge turned her back to Ron and pretended not to see Ron raise his hand.

"Very well, it looks like there's nothing wrong with you." Umbridge said in a sing-song voice.

Spiritual victory!

As long as she was out of sight, no one asked questions.

But this trick obviously didn't work anymore. Now it wasn't just Ron and Hermione, but several students raised their hands.

"What's your name?" Umbridge asked Dean.

"Dean Thomas."

"Go ahead, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, I think Ron and Hermione are right. Why don't you listen to them?" Dean said. "If the heir to the Chamber of Secrets is not caught, then Hogwarts is obviously not safe." Yes. You are responsible for protecting our safety, aren't you?"

"I repeat," Umbridge said, smiling at the students in that particularly irritating way, "These are Ministry secrets and you have no right to know them."

"But--"

Umbridge's voice spoke louder than Dean's. "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school is run," she said, putting on a fake smile on her face and grinning even wider, "but obviously You have lost your most basic judgment. The Ministry of Magic will undoubtedly ensure the safety of students, so you don’t have to worry about this."

"Besides, the Ministry of Magic only ensures that you are not attacked by the outside world. Obviously the Ministry of Magic has done a good job." Umbridge's words obviously meant something, and even Neville, the young wizard present, understood it.

Now they all became very angry.

For the rest of the lesson, Umbridge said a lot of annoying things, which made the students very angry - because she was obviously accusing the Hogwarts staff of not taking good care of their students. .

Among them, Hermione was the most angry. She was angry that she still had hope for this course. She thought that Umbridge would be a wizard like Scrimgeour, but in the end, she was so consistent on the surface, so As for Hermione, she wasted an entire class.

"I will ask the teacher for an exemption certificate." Hermione said angrily, "I can't believe how Professor Dumbledore agreed to let her take over Professor Scrimgeour's position."

"That's great, can I have one too?" Ron said enviously. The feeling of being covered by someone is different. Although he has several brothers in the academy, they all only care about him.

"I'll pass it on to the teacher." Hermione straightened the messy hair around her ears.

However, in fact, Dumbledore had no intention of giving the Defense Against the Dark Arts course to Umbridge at all. He originally intended to give it to Edward, but Edward sternly refused. He did not want to cause any more trouble for himself.

Later, the students gathered in the foyer, clustered around the bulletin board and reading from a piece of parchment that had just been stapled up.Seamus and Dean looked very excited and called Hermione and Ron over.

"They are going to expel Malfoy!" Seamus said. "He will pack his things and go home tomorrow. I already knew that he must be the guy who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"What?" Ron looked surprised, "Isn't his father the school director?"

"I don't know why, but this is obviously the Chamber of Secrets opened by Malfoy." Dean said excitedly, "It seems that Hogwarts can become what it used to be again."

Meanwhile, Dumbledore's office.

"Mr. Headmaster, I don't think Mr. Malfoy was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. He was obviously deceived." Snape said in a greasy voice, "Or is this the intention of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes," Dumbledore sat behind the desk. He looked very tired. "This is what Cornelius meant. He meant that someone must be responsible for this, even if Mr. Malfoy is not the heir. I thought You only care about Harry!"

"His father asked me." Snape said briefly. Lucius Malfoy was his classmate when he was in school, and he also took good care of Snape at the time.

"Oh, I should have thought of it a long time ago. In your small group, you are one of the few people who know each other's true identity." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Does he have any plans?"

"I don't think so." Snape said after a moment of silence. "He is planning to send Draco to Durmstrang, which is more tolerant of dark magic. Presumably it will not be because of what happened at Hogwarts." And reject him.”

"Well, let's do this," Dumbledore slowly sat up. "Help me convey it to Mr. Malfoy. If he is willing, I will help Mr. Malfoy write a letter of recommendation to Karkaroff."

"You don't have to worry about that." Snape said. He slowly raised his right hand and pulled open the robe covering it. "But you'd better pay attention to this."

"What happened?" Dumbledore's smile suddenly disappeared.

"He's getting clear and hot, which I guess isn't a good sign," Snape said coldly, holding up his hands.

Dumbledore stood up, grabbed Snape's arm, and narrowed his eyes, "When did the change begin?"

"The night Scrimgeour died," said Snape.

"So, we can be sure that the person who killed Scrimgeour must have something to do with Voldemort," Dumbledore's expression became serious, "even Voldemort himself."

"It's very possible." Snape nodded. He pulled his hand back, put it behind his back, and hid it in his robes.

"Now things are getting confusing," Dumbledore said, sitting back in his chair. "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"Not yet," said Snape.

Dumbledore nodded, "The Dark Mark has turned black, which is obviously not good news. I will let people investigate."

"It's best, Dumbledore, you promised me to protect Lily's child," Snape said.

"Of course." Dumbledore said softly.

Snape left, and Dumbledore sat down in his chair and sighed heavily.

"Maybe I should keep an eye on Edward." Dumbledore murmured. Although it was unclear what Edward did to the diary, it was obvious that what Edward returned was just an ordinary diary, not the previous one.

If Edward knew about it, he would definitely feel that he had died unjustly. He just wanted to try whether the diary was really what sweetened the soul.

But the result...

It can be said that this is beyond Edward's imagination.

Several miles underground in the castle, a boy sat in front of an ugly statue and looked at the girl lying on the ground with a smile.