A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Ron and Hermione's expressions suddenly became serious. They were not stupid, and they realized the key when Harry reminded them.

"Tom Riddle opened the Chamber of Secrets, but why did he identify Hagrid?" Ron bit his lip and asked tentatively.

"Maybe it's because he doesn't want to take responsibility, and once no one stands up to take responsibility, they will close Hogwarts." Hermione said confidently, "He must be a Muggle-born wizard. I didn't see it in the wizard's illustrated book. To any wizard named Riddle, maybe he is worried that he will no longer be able to learn magic after Hogwarts closes——"

"No!" Ron interrupted Hermione, "He can't be a Muggle-born wizard. You forgot the most important point, Hermione. The heir to the Chamber of Secrets is of Slytherin blood, his father or mother. , one party must be a wizard and a descendant of Slytherin."

"Flode - I mean You-Know-Who, he is the last recognized descendant of Slytherin, right?" Harry asked, "Could he have opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

"It's possible. After all, he is the last well-known Parseltongue who can talk to snakes." Ron said quickly. "As we all know, Parseltongue is a special function of the descendants of Slytherin. Only they can do it." .”

Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and he stared at Ron dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked doubtfully.

"Can't you talk to snakes?" Harry said, his voice trembling. "Don't be ridiculous, I bet a lot of people can do that."

"Oh, we can't do that," said Ron. "This is not an ordinary skill. Harry, this is terrible."

"What's so bad?" Harry asked, beginning to feel regretful that maybe he shouldn't have told them this.

"Because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous ability. You can see it in many books. The symbol of Slytherin House is a snake, you should understand."

Harry's mouth fell open.

"So, stop joking, Harry, it's not funny," Ron yawned. "You can't be a Slytherin - so why didn't you get into Slytherin House?"

Harry laughed dryly, "Well, it seems that this joke is not funny."

But Hermione's eyes flickered. She was not as careless as Ron.

That night, Harry couldn't sleep for several hours. He watched the snowflakes drifting through the castle windows through the gaps in the curtains around his bed, and felt confused.

Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?

After all, he knew nothing about his father's family, and the Dursleys had never allowed him to ask about his magical relatives.

"But I belong to Gryffindor," Harry thought to himself, "if I had Slytherin blood, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me here..."

"Haha," said a nasty little voice in his head, "but the Sorting Hat was going to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?"

This was a sleepless night for Harry, as well as for Edward in Norway.

Just tonight, he found the trace of Riddle. He searched the memories of several 'apostles' and was able to confirm that Riddle was hiding in the manor of a down-and-out baron.

Arriving at the gate of the manor, Edward was not in a hurry to take action. He just stood in front of the iron gate, took out his wand, and murmured a long list of spells.

After about five minutes of chanting, a few hundred meters above the ground, a fireball slowly flew towards Edward.

It just looked slow. As the distance got closer and closer, anyone could feel the amazing speed of the red ball.

In just a few breaths, the fireball landed in the center of the manor.

I'm afraid Riddle's men never dreamed that they would be killed by a meteorite.

Of course, Edward can't create a meteorite out of thin air to attack the manor, but he can use his magic power to pull larger meteorites to fall at the place he designates. Tens of thousands of meteorites fall on the earth every day, and all Edward does is pick out the ones he chooses. A slightly larger meteorite.

As for Riddle?

If he was killed by a meteorite, then he wouldn't be worthy of being called the Dark Lord.

Meteorites are just a small means to clean up stray fish.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the manor was reduced to ruins, and flames spread across the grass.

Edward walked slowly towards the ruins in the center of the manor.

After crossing the dilapidated foyer, Edward continued to walk forward, and groans could be heard in the ruins. They were the dark wizards who had been hit by meteorites.

Stepping gently on the collapsed wall, there was a groan of pain under his feet. Without any waste, Edward took out a crystal bottle and collected all their souls, waiting to be enjoyed slowly in the future.

Walking up the dilapidated stairs and entering the main hall, a handsome young man's head was soaked in blood and he collapsed weakly on the floor.

"It seems that you are Tom Riddle, right?" Edward leaned down and looked at the young man.It has to be said that Tom Riddle is indeed an extremely handsome child, and I don’t know what he thought about turning himself into that snake face.

"Who are you?" Riddle said with difficulty, his voice broken.

"It seems that your strength is at the level of ordinary people." Edward sighed, "How should I take you away?"

"Who are you - what do you want to do -" Riddle shook his head and got up from the floor. Blood blurred his vision. He raised his hand with difficulty and tried to wipe away the blood on his face.

But this was rudely interrupted by Edward.

He just stamped his feet lightly, and there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream.

"what!!!"

Riddle's face became ferocious, and he glared at Edward fiercely, as if he wanted to imprint his figure firmly in his mind.

"Don't look at me like that, otherwise it will be hard for me to hold back my tongue." Edward wiped the drool that was slipping from the corner of his mouth.

"Why don't you cooperate with me properly?"

The next morning, officials from the Norwegian Ministry of Magic gathered in front of the manor. They were surprised by what they saw. Tom Riddle and his apostles, the dark wizards who had been regarded as the enemy by the Ministry of Magic, were actually there. All were killed and injured overnight.

"I said, they will be punished." said the Norwegian Minister of Magic, with a proud smile on his face, "Merlin, that's great."

"Do you think this was an accident?" An Auror stood aside and said with a frown, "Do you think their hundreds of dark wizards can't withstand a meteorite?"

"Why is it impossible? You must not know about the Malfoy family. They are a family on the English peninsula. They were also hit by meteorites earlier."

The Auror nodded thoughtfully, squinting his eyes and looking at the dilapidated manor.