A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Oh, it looks like we need to finish class early." Edward said to the little wizards with a slight apology.

Of course, they put away their quills and parchments almost immediately, having had enough of sitting here for two hours every Thursday afternoon - preferring to waste their time in the library so they could Copy the content from the book.

"Professor Lumpo, I think we need to have a talk." Dumbledore said solemnly, trying to control his anger.

But it was clear that he was on the verge of breaking out.

"Of course, how about we change places?"

Dumbledore walked towards Edward with heavy steps and pulled his arm without any explanation. With the low cry of the phoenix, Fawkes crossed the auditorium almost instantly. Dumbledore raised one hand and held the long golden tail of the phoenix tightly.

With a flash of flame, they disappeared.

When the scene in front of them became clear again, they had returned to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Lumbo, I need you to explain what is going on?" Dumbledore smashed the letter on the table angrily, as if this could not express the anger in his heart.

Edward picked up the letter and glanced at it, with a smile on his lips.

"Oh, wasn't it Riddle who caused a scene in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Isn't it... that there was a big fuss in the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore repeated, pacing back and forth behind his desk, "Do you know how much harm this caused? At least several officials from the Ministry of Magic He died in the melee, with more than double-digit casualties. You'd better explain all of this. What exactly did you ask Tom to do?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just asking him to provide some small boost," Edward said lightly, sitting down on the sofa, just waving his hand, a cup of steaming hot cocoa appeared at hand, and he sipped it. One bite, "They're always going to die anyway."

"Do you take human life so lightly?" Dumbledore looked a little pale and asked in a low voice.

Edward didn't seem to take it to heart at all, but still said in that calm tone: "It's just a number, why are you so excited?"

"Numbers?" Dumbledore said angrily, "Just before today, they were all living people. But today... they are dead."

"Don't be angry, Albus," Edward comforted, "They are destined not to obtain eternal life. The length of life is completely false to them. I helped them end their painful and boring life. They should thank me, not ?"

"You - you -!" Dumbledore was so angry that his arms were shaking.

"You already know what kind of person I am, don't you?" Edward said with a smile, "I just sent them to meet God in advance. In the process of history, they are just a puddle of mud that hinders the wheel of history. Why do you care about those incompetent losers?"

"Is this how you view humans?" Dumbledore said coldly, "To Miss Granger, Lockhart, or Nick?"

"Of course they are different," Edward said happily. "They have a connection with me. To a certain extent, they are completely different from ordinary humans." He took a big sip of hot cocoa. , crossed his legs comfortably.

"So you ordered Tom to carry out a brutal terrorist attack?" Dumbledore said. He stared at Edward sharply, as if he could clearly see through him for the first time. "No matter how many people are killed or injured, as long as you can achieve your goal, that's enough?"

"Well, I never like to say that. It makes me seem a little too cruel." Edward frowned slightly, but soon smiled, "But I have to say, you summed it up very well."

"You are really a devil." Dumbledore said, "You should apologize and feel guilty for the people you hurt, just like every normal person." He stared into Edward's eyes, his ice blue pupils full of anger. .

"That's so sorry, I just don't have such feelings." Edward stood up. He didn't want to continue chatting with Dumbledore. This conversation was meaningless.

Dumbledore was only angry about something that had already happened, while Edward still had many things to do. He was more focused on the future than on the deaths of several wizards at the moment.

To be honest, even if the officials of the Ministry of Magic were killed, it could be said to have almost no impact on Edward - it was Gilderoy Lockhart who should be distressed, because he had to reorganize the Ministry of Magic and recruit manpower.

"So you're not going to feel anything about what happened today?"

Just as Edward was walking up the stairs, thinking the conversation was over, Dumbledore spoke, his voice echoing through the office like summer thunder.

"If I had to make a comment on what happened today, I think it would be..." Edward drawled, "Riddle did a really good job, even though he is only a 16-year-old kid." He revealed With a big smile, he opened the office door and went directly back to his room.

Dumbledore stood there, his face heavy as if he was about to squeeze out the water, and his nose was so angry that he bulged with his breathing.

Edward was finally out of his control. He naively thought that Edward would obey him in accordance with the contract. It must be said that he made a huge mistake, which obviously put Hogwarts and even the Ministry of Magic into a huge crisis. trouble.

"A clue to hell..."

Edward murmured after returning to the office.

"It seems that I need to push a little more to force Dumbledore to take the initiative to tell the clues about hell."

He drank the hot cocoa in his hand.

Can Dumbledore make Edward leave England and Europe?Of course he can, as long as he gives clues to hell in advance as a price for Edward to leave England, it is completely feasible.

It's just that Dumbledore seems to think it's not yet critical to hand over the information he knows...

Of course, there is another possibility. Dumbledore actually doesn't know any news about hell, and is all deceiving Edward.

If that were the case, Edward probably wouldn't let Dumbledore off easily.

Dare to play tricks on a demon...

Nothing like this has happened for many years.

If Dumbledore really didn't know anything, then this would definitely be the biggest scam Edward had ever been deceived in the past thousand years.

Far away in the Romanian forest, an unnamed involuntary werewolf was taking good care of an old man. He had to risk going to the Muggle market to buy some daily necessities and food for the old man.