A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Early the next morning, Dumbledore was drinking tea. He held the latest "Daily Prophet" of the day in his hand and was looking at the tidbits on it with great interest. Rita Skeeter undoubtedly portrayed him He has become an old fool who loves desserts.

However, Rita Skeeter knew Dumbledore's character very well. She did not offend Dumbledore at all, and even made him very interesting to watch.

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There was a sound of the door upstairs being pushed open, and Dumbledore greeted the visitor without raising his head: "Good morning, Edward."

"Good morning, Mr. Principal. Unfortunately, I am not Mr. Lumple." Riddle was dressed in a neat black robe, and his hair was neatly trimmed with hairspray.

"Tom?!" Dumbledore almost knocked over the tea cup and stared at Riddle, unable to close his mouth for a moment, "How could you-"

"How could Mr. Lumpo let me go, right?" Riddle said with a smile, "Oh, that's a long story. Fortunately, Mr. Lumpo believed me in the end, and he decided to give me a chance. I've proven that I'm not a Voldemort."

The suspicion in Dumbledore's eyes did not relax at all. It could even be said to be stronger. He stared at Riddle firmly.

"Oh, Principal Dumbledore, you need to abandon some old stereotypes," Riddle said, "Why don't you give me a chance? I'm just a 16-year-old student."

"I have never treated you differently, Tom, you have to understand this." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Although I don't know what contract you and Edward made, I need to tell you that in Hogwart Ci, you'd better never think about making small moves."

"Of course." Riddle nodded, "After all, you are the principal here."

Dumbledore nodded in disbelief. He continued to look at the newspaper with his head lowered, although he did not pay attention to what was written in the newspaper.

The door upstairs was pushed open again, and Dumbledore raised his head directly and looked at Edward coming down the stairs. He forced out a not-so-good-looking smile.

"Edward, do you want to talk to me?" said Dumbledore, "about Tom."

"Oh, you're talking about him, I think there should be no problem, right? Didn't you allow me to find an assistant to assist with my teaching work?" Edward said, his calm voice making Dumbledore tremble.

"You know who he is," Dumbledore snapped. "He should have disappeared completely last night."

"Oh, that seems to be the case." Edward nodded, "But I reached a contract with him, and he is responsible for assisting me in destroying other Horcruxes."

"Even if it means destroying other Horcruxes -" Dumbledore's breathing was rapid, and he paused, "Did he really say that?"

"Of course." Edward said, "Is there anything else? If not, I will go downstairs to have breakfast."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "I happen to have this plan too."

In the auditorium, the students were surprised to find an extra person on the faculty bench.

"Ah! He is so handsome!"

"Is it a senior? Or someone from the Ministry of Magic?"

"He is sitting next to Dumbledore. Maybe he is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

The students were whispering, and they were looking at the elegant black-haired, black-eyed boy on the staff table with great curiosity.

Professor McGonagall was just stunned for a moment, then sat in her seat and enjoyed breakfast.

With Dumbledore and Rumple here, what else could happen to Hogwarts?

After a while, Dumbledore and Edward came to the auditorium. They had no intention of introducing Riddle to the students.Riddle didn't even take it to heart. He just stood up fearfully when Edward entered the auditorium. He didn't sit down carefully until Edward sat down.

"What do you think that person has to do with Professor Rumplestillation?" Ron's mouth was stuffed with food and he looked at the staff table in confusion. "He seems to be afraid of Professor Rumplestillation. By the way, Hermione, you didn't know until What about Professor Lumpo’s return?”

"Well, I don't know. The teacher didn't tell me when I would be back." Hermione spread her hands, picked up a piece of toast and spread jam on it. "That boy doesn't look much older than us. He might be from another school. Senior?"

"Other schools?" Harry asked in surprise, "Are there other magic schools in the world?"

Hermione and Ron looked surprised, "You don't think there is only one magic school in the world, Hogwarts?"

Harry felt a little embarrassed. He had never thought that there were other places in the world that taught magic like Hogwarts.

"Besides Hogwarts, the most famous schools are probably the other two famous schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They are the three most famous magic schools in Europe." Hermione explained patiently, "It's just that no one Knowing where they are, I imagine they must have been under the same Muggle Expelling and Anti-Marking Charms as Hogwarts, making it impossible for others to plot their addresses on a map."

"Oh." Harry nodded. He turned his head and looked at the young man on the staff bench curiously. For some reason, he felt a little familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But it was clearly his first time seeing this boy.

As if aware of Harry's appearance, Riddle turned his head and looked directly into Harry's eyes across the long table - Harry suddenly felt a burning pain in the scar on his forehead.

"Ouch!" Harry put a hand to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"No... nothing."

The burning pain disappeared as quickly as it came.What lingered was the feeling Harry got from the boy's gaze. He felt that the guy didn't like him at all.

"Who is that boy?" Harry thought in his mind.

Afterwards, they finished their breakfast quickly and hurried to the classroom.

At the staff table, Riddle also placed the knives and forks neatly on both sides of the dinner plate.

"Edward, are you sure he is really fine?" Dumbledore asked with lingering fear. He was still a little worried about putting Tom back in the castle. After all, there was Harry Potter here!

"Why don't you believe me?" Edward said without looking back, "Don't worry, I have placed a restraint in his soul. The most he can do is think about it, and it is impossible to do anything excessive to Potter. .”

"Then this—"

Dumbledore was a little hesitant. He was used to having everything in his own hands, but Edward undoubtedly broke his plan, which even made him full of worry.

"What if he's discovered to be Tom Riddle in Norway?"