A Hogwarts dissertation guide

There was a loud knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open, and Hagrid walked in. Behind him was the first-year freshman like a quail.

Professor McGonagall, who had left, came back. She led the new students to a small stool and placed the sorting hat on the stool.

The next second, the Sorting Hat began to sing loudly.

However, its singing voice was so different that even Edward couldn't appreciate it.

"My aesthetics are higher than those of normal people, but I can't appreciate music either."

The Sorting Hat's singing is definitely not beautiful, and it has to have a very strange tune in order to rhyme.

After the annual singing, the sorting hats began to sort into different houses. The little wizards put the hats on their heads one by one, waiting for where they belong.

"It's such an interesting way. It's so interesting every time I watch it." Edward covered his mouth and chuckled. The sound reached Dumbledore's ears, causing him to smile slightly.

Edward noticed that there was a boy from the Weasley family among the first-year freshmen, because his hair color was exactly the same as his brothers. The most important thing was that at the book signing not long ago, Molly Weasley Ron Weasley, the youngest son of their family, had been enthusiastically introduced to Edward.

After all, he was his biggest fan, so Edward still spent a little energy on remembering this name.

"Ron Weasley."

Not surprisingly, he was sorted into Gryffindor like his brother, no surprise at all.

"Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall shouted.

Suddenly there was a buzzing and sizzling sound like a small flame in the whole auditorium.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

"Your boy is quite an attraction, Albus," Edward said, glancing at Harry sitting on the stool.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "He deserves it."

"He deserves it, doesn't he?" Edward pointed out.

Dumbledore turned his head and nodded heavily, "Extraordinary fame can make people get lost, especially children. You must understand what I am talking about."

"I understand, but I don't understand," said Edward.

"You know very well." Dumbledore ended the conversation, because the Sorting Hat had already spit out the name of Harry Potter's house.

"Gryffindor!"

He wanted to applaud Harry. Harry was so brave, just like his parents!Also entered Gryffindor.

The sorting was over, and all the teachers and students in the school began to enjoy dinner. Edward and Dumbledore reached a consensus and did not mention the previous matter again, as if the conversation did not exist.

But everything didn't seem to go as smoothly as Edward expected. The Gryffindor table was a little too noisy. A group of twin brothers - the Weasley children - were discussing heatedly that they had Harry. , and their next mischievous plan.

What's surprising is that Dumbledore didn't seem to hear them at all and had no intention of stopping them.

"We cannot curb the students' power to develop freely." Dumbledore said, holding the golden goblet. "Oh, let us touch one, okay? For this sumptuous dinner."

Edward raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He just picked up the goblet and touched it with Dumbledore.

The red wine swirled in the glass, and the flickering candlelight seemed to be caught in it.

"Okay, finally the most anticipated part is here. Before everyone goes to bed," Dumbledore said loudly, which gave Edward a little bad feeling, "let's sing the school song together."

In fact, almost all the smiles on the staff bench froze.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of text like a snake above the high dining table.

"Each man chooses his own tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready and sing!"

Almost as soon as everyone started singing loudly, Edward used "ear plugs to listen" on himself.

He could imagine how disastrous the song was just by looking at the expressions of other professors. Didn't he see that even Professor Sprout squeezed his facial features together with a look of disgust?

Fortunately, it all ended relatively quickly. Dumbledore announced that the dinner was over and everyone could return to their dormitories in their respective colleges.

But before they were about to leave, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly remember something and introduced Edward to everyone. By that time, Edward had already left the auditorium.

But this did not affect the students' curiosity about Edward at all. After all, from the first moment they saw Edward, they had been speculating whether Edward would be their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - in Fred and George's promotion Next, they already know the identity of Edward the great writer.

After learning from Dumbledore that Professor Quirrell would take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, they were still a little disappointed, because Quirrell's class was a disaster, especially after last year's winter vacation, he became even more pitiful. - He seemed afraid of what he was teaching.

This made everyone feel pity - no, almost everyone bullied him mercilessly, and the Weasley twins were the most egregious, not treating him as a professor at all.

Ahem, back to the topic, when the students learned about the subjects that Edward was going to teach, the senior students breathed a sigh of relief, while the junior students turned pale with nervousness.

Thesis guidance class, that doesn’t sound like magic at all!

Definitely not a course where they would be waving a magic wand in class, that would be so boring!

But for little Harry, he was almost excited. Under Hagrid's constant guidance, he completely transformed into a fan of Edward's books. In just one month, he had read at least half of Edward's works.

This made him admire Edward even more, not to mention that when he saw Edward in the auditorium, even his seat was so different.

"I know Edward Rumple, we are friends." This is how Harry introduced himself to everyone. He was very proud. "When I was at my aunt and uncle's house, it was he and Hagrid who picked me up."

"You're so lucky, Harry!" Ron said angrily, stabbing his fork into the steak in front of him. "Mum would definitely faint with excitement if she knew."

"In fact, when I knew everything, I was extremely excited." Harry said, "You don't know how powerful he is. He once faced a 15-meter-high Balrog alone, and he only had A sword and a wand..."

"That's a novel, Harry." Ron pushed aside the chopped steak. "There has never been a Balrog in the wizarding world. The most dangerous thing is the fire dragon. The Balrog does not exist."