A Hogwarts dissertation guide

After the History of Magic course ended, Professor Binns rarely crossed the blackboard and left the classroom immediately. Instead, he waited quietly in the classroom for all the students to leave.

Although the students were slightly surprised by this, it was not that difficult to accept. After all, this kind of thing had happened once before.

"Mr. Lumple, it was many years ago since we last had a farewell." Professor Binns said slowly, shaking his head.

Just as Edward was about to speak, he was confused by Professor Binns' words.

Riddle quickly tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Professor Binns' memory is not good. This is probably the drawback of being a ghost."

"Professor Binns, we want to ask you about the crown." Riddle asked on Edward's behalf.

Edward was happy to see the result, and he spoke calmly.

"Crown? Which crown?" Professor Binns was a little stunned, and then nodded heavily, "Oh, I see, he is another student who is interested in the Ravenclaw diadem, right?"

"Yes, Professor, do you know the news about the crown?" Riddle asked softly.

"Oh, this is not something you should know." Professor Binns said slowly. "Over the years, I have seen too many students trying to find the lost crown, but I'm sorry, I don't know either. I want you to know more. You should focus on serious study instead of pinning your hopes on illusory things."

"Maybe you are right, but Binns, I don't want to use it, I just want to get some information about the crown." Edward gently pushed Riddle away and took a step forward.

Professor Binns thought for a moment, and after a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, "I think you can ask Sir Barrow of Slytherin House. He should know more than me."

"Sir Barrow?" Edward was a little unfamiliar with this name.Riddle leaned into his ear and whispered: "That's the Bloody Barrow who often greets you, the one who always has silver blood stains on his body."

"You mean that Barrow who was attacked while traveling with his girlfriend?" Edward was a little surprised, "How did he know about the crown?"

"Girlfriend?" Riddle's expression became very strange, "Mr. Lumpo, I think you may not know much about what happened back then."

"I really don't know much about it. When the Big Four founded Hogwarts, I was hunting down a mutated wizard. There was something very interesting about him, a very powerful force, but it was completely out of his control." Edward He suddenly became interested, "Of course, not long after I successfully caught him, he exploded, completely out of control, leaving only a pile of black slime."

"Oscurus?" Riddle asked tentatively.

"Oh, it seems that the wizards called them that later." Edward nodded, "But let me say, it is more like a magical quantum state. When the observer is in..."

Riddle listened to Edward's words with dazed eyes for almost 10 minutes, and his whole body began to shake.

Professor Binns coughed slightly and said, "Mr. Lumpo, I think I need to go teach the next class. It's already time..."

"Oh, go ahead." Edward waved his hand casually, and Professor Binns crossed the blackboard and left the classroom almost at lightning speed, leaving Riddle to continue listening to Edward's 'academic report' alone.

"...According to my many years of observation, this situation mostly occurs in children who suppress their magical talents. In the medieval era when the Vatican was persecuting wizards, there were more of them. The more they suppressed their talents, they silently However, the more powerful and uncontrollable it is, the more Muggles are afraid of wizards."

"In that era when the magic world was just getting on the right track, many of the magic spells that are now commonplace had not yet been invented. Most of them were spells with great destructive power, such as moving mountains and reclaiming seas..."

It wasn't until the door to the classroom was pushed open again that Edward regretfully put away his chatter. This bad habit he learned from Nick Flamel has not changed to this day - when it comes to academic matters, just say something. non-stop.

Mainly during the long period of refining the magic stone, Edward and Nick's discussions made him develop this habit of knowledge.

Edward and Riddle left the classroom and walked to the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Should we go to Ser Barrow?" Riddle asked.

"No," Edward stared into Riddle's eyes tightly, "I don't think we have this need for the time being. I think you are hiding something from me."

"I...how dare I deceive you, sir?" Riddle's expression changed slightly, but he quickly answered.

"I don't think you know where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes." Edward's footsteps moved towards Riddle, and in just a few breaths, he cornered Riddle.

"Sir, I must emphasize again that I only have memories of Voldemort before he was 16 years old. As for what he did after that, I really don't know." Riddle puffed out his chest and said confidently.

"Why don't you tell the truth? Tom." Edward said softly, "You should know the restrictions I place on your soul. I have always known your little plan."

Riddle's face turned pale instantly, and his legs weakened and he leaned against the wall.

"So you're going to take my soul?"

"No, at least not for the time being." Edward said playfully, gently tracing Riddle's chin with his fingers, "Although you look delicious, you do know a lot of information, don't you?"

Riddle's face turned paler, and even his shoulders began to tremble.

"Why don't you take me to your secret base?"

Riddle turned his head and stared at a troll tapestry at the other end of the corridor.

Apparently Edward also noticed it. He carried Riddle's back collar to the tapestry.

"Is it right here?"

"Yeah." Riddle nodded.

"What's the secret of this tapestry?" Edward looked through the tapestry several times but couldn't find the secret, so he lifted Riddle up. "Tell me how to use this thing."

"You only need to go back and forth through this section of the wall three times, and concentrate on the location you need, and a door will appear leading to the Room of Requirement." Riddle said hesitantly.

He was not sure to what extent Edward had control over him, whether he knew his thoughts completely or could only judge his feelings. Out of caution, he chose to tell the truth.

"Oh? That's interesting." Edward touched his chin and murmured, "So which room is the Horcrux in? How should I get in?"