A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Ravenclaw's Golden Diadem is the only relic of Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of Ravenclaw House.She enchanted it to increase the wisdom of the wearer.The crown is a sparkling crown inlaid with gems. On the bottom edge of the crown is engraved the famous motto of Ravenclaw - "Excellent wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

At this time, it was lying quietly on the desk in the principal's office.

Although Voldemort made it into a Horcrux, he did not cast any powerful protective magic on it. Perhaps he felt that he was the only one who knew there was such a room that even the Marauder's Map could not mark.

"Obviously he miscalculated." Dumbledore stood behind the desk and looked at the crown carefully. "Is there any magic in it?"

"I don't think so. If we have to count it, maybe the soul fragment's ability to bewitch people's hearts should be regarded as a kind of black magic." Edward thought for a moment and said, using a little force on his hand, he accumulated many years of energy on the crown. Dust off.

"I know that the clues to the crown are in the castle, but I have never looked for them." Dumbledore gently picked up the crown. "I didn't expect that it would be made into a Horcrux and hidden in the Room of Requirement."

"That only proves Riddle's ability." Edward shrugged and said, "It is undeniable that he is indeed a good kid. No wonder many teachers liked him back then."

"But he committed unforgivable crimes in the future." Dumbledore said solemnly, and he flicked the crown with his nails, making a crisp sound.

"After you destroy the Horcrux, will it affect the efficacy of the crown itself?" Dumbledore asked.

Edward shook his head, "I don't think so. After all, I only attacked the soul body."

"Then it's yours." Dumbledore handed the crown to Edward, who sat on the seat in a throne-like position, "I want to go out to Hogwarts tomorrow... Just hand it over. In the hands of Professor McGonagall, Edward, please wait until I come back to talk about anything else."

"Well......"

Edward thought for a moment. Tomorrow was the day when he was originally planning to attack the Ministry of Magic. It would be great if Dumbledore could leave the UK, so as not to recognize Riddle when he showed up.

Of course, the most important thing is that Dumbledore is afraid that Riddle will be subdued as soon as he takes action. This is what worries Edward. It is unrealistic to bridge the power gap between Riddle and Dumbledore with just one wand. of.

The night passed quickly, and Riddle prepared all his luggage and was ready to leave for the Ministry of Magic at any time.

"Mr. Lumpo, do you think I need to prepare another malicious detector?" Riddle carefully checked the equipment on his body. After all, he was only a 16-year-old memory, and his strength was fixed at the time when Voldemort was 16 years old.Facing a group of Aurors, he was still a little frightened.

"Do you think there will be people in the Ministry of Magic who are kind to you?" Edward rubbed his temples and asked, "Just go, your life will definitely not be in danger. Even if you die, I will just think of a solution."

"Are you going to keep watching?" Riddle was still a little worried. He looked at Edward worriedly, his eyes simply saying: Are you going to watch me die?

Edward gave him a trusting look, then took out a door key from his pocket with an impatient expression and stuffed it directly into Riddle's arms, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

"Sir, I haven't—" Riddle was only halfway through his words when he disappeared from the office in an instant.

"Oh, it's finally quiet." Edward scratched his head, "Why are you acting like a mother-in-law at a time like this?"

He looked up at the clock and saw that there were still 10 minutes left before the appointed time. I guess Suo Chi and the others were already preparing for the appearance of 'Voldemort'.

We can learn from the later recollections of Mr. Gilbert Wemple who was preparing to go to his office: "You have no idea how terrible it was. I was about to get on the elevator to go to the Experimental Spells Committee. You know, That's my job. But the moment the elevator door closed, the whole building shook, and the elevator stopped in an instant. Everyone screamed in horror, but only I stood up... ..”

Of course, the truth is not at all what Mr. Whymper paints it to be.

Riddle used the portkey to find his way to a desolate road with only a few shabby-looking offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was full to the point of overflowing.

"It should be right there." Riddle pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and secretly cheered.

He walked towards a dilapidated red telephone booth - several panes of glass were missing, and the back was clinging to a wall that had been painted over.

"Perhaps there is another way?" Riddle stopped after opening the door of the phone booth.

As Voldemort, he should adopt a more rough approach instead of breaking into the Ministry of Magic through these conventional methods, right?

But where is the Ministry of Magic?

Riddle was lost in thought, and he couldn't think of a better way for a short time, so he walked into the phone booth and closed the door with his backhand.

Riddle picked up the phone and cleared his throat.

"what should I do?"

Riddle hesitated and took out a palm-sized piece of parchment from his pocket.

“唔，让我看看......对准拨号盘......依次按下6、2、4、4、2......”

Riddle pressed the dial according to the above prompts. At the same time, he also had time to read the words on the parchment. This was given to him by Edward in the morning. He said that if there was anything he didn't understand, he could read the instructions above. .

It's just that at that time, Riddle was nervously checking the equipment on his body and had no intention of reading the words on it.

But right now, it's clearly looking pretty good.

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's cold voice sounded in the phone booth, but that voice did not come from the microphone in Riddle's hand. It was loud and clear, like an invisible woman. Just stand next to him.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Well..." Riddle looked down at the parchment and clamped the microphone to his ear in panic, "Voldemort, I am Voldemort, and I came to attack the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic needs to accept the fact that I have returned. Got it!"

Riddle carefully stuffed the parchment into his pocket and smiled evilly into the phone.

"Thank you," the girl said in a cold voice, "Guest Voldemort, please pick up the badge and pin it on your clothes."