A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Because, many people think that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed." Hermione said seriously, "Of course, I think this is completely nonsense."

"But in the past ten years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been replaced almost every year." Ron said helplessly, "Charlie always complained to us that he had to buy a lot of textbooks because the number of professors every year They are all different, and the knowledge they think students need to master is not exactly the same." He sighed, "Don't ask me why I remember it so clearly. When I was a child, my mother couldn't buy me candy because of this."

"Oh, that's a shame," said Harry.

They ended the conversation quickly, because their stomachs were empty after attending classes all morning and they were already croaking.

"Albus, have the house elves learned any new dishes recently?" Edward sat in his seat and skillfully began to look at the food on the table.

"Of course, you can try this, roast duck, from the far east." Dumbledore pointed to a plate of red duck with a smile, "Since my trip to Yumbrakang, I have begun to consciously raise children at home. The elves are learning Eastern cuisine, which looks really good.”

"I hope they can learn more dishes. I still like Chinese food." Edward nodded.

"Yeah." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous because the Ministry of Magic is interfering in Hogwarts?" Edward asked playfully.

"Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore laughed, "They don't have the ability yet."

"Then what are you worried about?" Edward asked. He could vaguely feel the irritability emanating from Dumbledore's soul, as if something terrible had happened.

"Malfoy." Dumbledore let out a long sigh, "I have been thinking recently whether the punishment for that child is too severe. I think he may be a good child in essence, but he was just temporarily deceived. Mind, did that kind of thing.”

"I think this is completely in line with the rules and regulations." Edward shrugged and said, "But just a Malfoy can make you so annoyed?"

"Romania, there are some more rumors in Romania." Dumbledore said solemnly, "It is rumored that someone saw a snake with a human face on its head. I suspect it is..."

"Voldemort?"

"That's right." Dumbledore lowered his voice and leaned towards Edward, "I'm worried that the Malfoy family will be forced to look for traces of Tom. With the help of the Malfoy family, Tom will definitely find a way to come back, although I don't Know what that method is.”

"Isn't that a good thing?" Edward said with a smile, "As long as you are willing to give something valuable, I am willing to help you."

"My soul?" Dumbledore was amused, although Edward didn't know where the point of the joke was.

He said solemnly, "Albus, you'd better know that your soul and body were already given to me in another contract, and you can no longer use them in exchange for any help from me."

"I knew that was the case." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"I think maybe Harry Potter's soul is not bad." Edward paused and said, "I'm still very curious about what his soul smells like."

Dumbledore immediately became serious, and a glint flashed in his blue eyes, "Don't forget what you promised me, Edward, you have to protect this child."

"Of course, of course, this is what we agreed on." Edward said with a smile, "But you can't stop me from signing a contract with him. I think as long as I pay some price, I can definitely get his soul."

"You can't do this." Dumbledore said slowly, as if he was convinced that Edward couldn't do this. "Before the contract between you and me is completed, you must protect Harry. No matter what contract you make with him, you will always be there." After our contract.”

"Hey, that's really interesting." Edward ignored Dumbledore and concentrated on eating lunch.

Dumbledore seemed to have more wrinkles on his forehead, but he didn't seem to be in a bad mood.

After all, Harry was just a weapon used by Dumbledore to destroy Voldemort. As long as Voldemort was destroyed, what would happen even if Harry died?

If Harry makes a contract with Edward, it is his own choice, and Dumbledore himself has no right to interfere.

Besides, no one really thought that Dumbledore would have feelings for Harry, right?

In other positions on the faculty bench, other professors were also chatting about the reports on today's bulletin board.

"Now we finally know how we got Umbridge!" Professor Flitwick said angrily. "The Minister sent her here forcefully to be our colleague. Now he gives her the power to inspect other teachers!"

Professor Sprout was also very angry. Her hair was still stained with grass blades, perhaps accidentally while caring for herbs in the greenhouse.

"I knew it a long time ago!" she said angrily. "No wonder she always looks at me like that."

"That look?" Professor Flitwick asked doubtfully.

"It's that disgusting look, as if she saw something dirty." Professor Sprout said, and she glared at Umbridge.

"When was that?" asked Professor Flitwick.

"That's when I was cleaning out the mandrake seedlings in the greenhouse."

Flitwick glanced at Professor Sprout sympathetically, "I think she might actually think you have too much dirt on your robes."

"Whose side are you on?" Professor Sprout felt a little aggrieved. "Do I have to ensure that there is no dirt on me at all times?"

"Well, of course that's not what I meant." Professor Flitwick said quickly.

"Alas..." Professor Flitwick sighed, "I think we just need to do our part. As for Umbridge, I don't think she dares to do anything. ."

"Better so."

Umbridge quickly stood up from the staff chair, which made Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout a little worried that she had heard their conversation, but it seemed that she did not hear it because she arranged After taking off her disgusting pink bag, she left the auditorium with a thumping sound.

"I need that copy of "Deciphering the Advanced Dark Arts". Is it in your office?" Edward asked Dumbledore before leaving his seat.

"Oh, it's on my bookshelf. You can see it as soon as you go." Dumbledore ate the last piece of roast duck skin, with grease still on the corners of his mouth. "When did you become interested in that book?"

"I just want to figure out one thing." Edward said, showing his white teeth. "If it succeeds, I think it will be a major breakthrough, far beyond my many years of research."