A Hogwarts dissertation guide

On the other side of the castle, on the rooftop of the Astronomy Tower, Edward pushed open the heavy oak door. It is said that this has always been Lady Gray's favorite place. She always looked into the distance here. No one knew what she was thinking. She was completely He doesn't communicate with the students and is even more indifferent than Slytherin's Bloody Barrow.

Her hair reaches her waist and her robe reaches the floor, but she also looks arrogant and defiant.Even though Edward was behind her, she refused to turn around.

"Do you still remember me?" Edward said softly. The biting cold wind blew through the astronomy tower. The students across the glass window shuddered unconsciously, but the two people on the rooftop had no impression at all. .

She nodded and said nothing.

"I didn't expect that something would happen to you and you would come back to Hogwarts." Edward took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Ms. Grey.

"Back then, I thought you would find a good place to live, but I didn't expect to hear about your surprise." Edward sighed and said. At that time, he happened to meet Ms. Gray and Bloody Barro who were honeymooning in Albania. He also had a good impression of the young couple because Barrow was a very polite young man and he had his own unique insights into magic.

They had had quite an in-depth discussion. If Barrow hadn't said that he was going to pursue his wife, they might have been talking until Barrow died.

Edward wisely did not inquire why Barrow's wife was avoiding him. Barrow just vaguely said that they were playing hide-and-seek. This was obviously a lie, but Edward did not expose it.

He stayed in Albania for about ten days, but after confirming that there was no answer he wanted, he left in a hurry.

"I'm not his wife," Ms. Gray said, her tone anything but warm. "He cheated on you."

"Oh, that's right." Edward didn't care. He didn't believe this nonsense anyway.

"You'd better get out of here." Ms. Gray's lips twisted into a sneer.

"Really?" Edward squinted his eyes. He saw the shadow of a very familiar old friend in Ms. Gray, which reminded him of a gentle woman.

They met for the first time by the river. She was working in the farmland. Edward happened to pass by. He could see the magic flowing in her at a glance, but she tried her best to refute this.

But in the end, they became very good friends.

Later, she wanted to help more humans who had this strange power like her. She found like-minded friends, and her relationship with Edward faded away.

"What's your relationship with Ravenclaw?" Edward asked, squinting his eyes.

The biting cold wind blew past the two of them, causing Edward's cloak to tremble, and the two fell into silence.

Ms. Gray finally turned around. The expression on her face was no longer the calm one. Her mouth was wide open, looking a little shocked.

"Who are you anyway?" she asked.

"A mediocre teacher," Edward said.

Her transparent cheeks seemed to become less transparent, and her tone revealed excitement: "Where did you know about it? Barrow or Dippet?"

"Dippet?" Edward was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "The current principal of Hogwarts is Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore. Since Armando Dippet died in 1955 , the position of principal fell to Albus."

"Oh, his follower? He's a good candidate." Ms. Gray's thoughts seemed to fly to other places all of a sudden. She lowered her head as if thinking.

"If your memory has been confused, then I'm afraid we can't continue talking." Edward shook his sleeves and turned to leave.

Ms. Gray raised her head and looked at Edward's back, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end she sighed quietly and said nothing.

Edward came down from the astronomy tower and went straight back to his office. He was going to write a letter to Riddle to arrange Hermione's Christmas vacation. He had a good plan for Hermione's future - it seemed that Hermione would accept death eating. Apprenticeship was a good idea, and Hermione seemed interested in it.

"It looks like you went outside." Dumbledore looked at Edward who came back with a smile. He was holding a bunch of bloody lollipops in his hands, which looked like the latest products he bought at Honeydukes.

"If I were you, I would pay more attention to my teeth." Edward said calmly. He just glanced at Dumbledore and prepared to go upstairs.

"Thank you for your concern." Dumbledore unwrapped the lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, completely ignoring Edward's advice.

Watching Edward return to the office, Dumbledore took out a piece of parchment from his lap with a heavy face. He hurriedly hid it when he heard Edward opening the door.

At this moment, he picked up the parchment with a solemn face. This was the latest information from New York. He still had Dumbledore's eyeliner after leaving the Ministry of Magic. It said this:

"Dear Albus:

When you receive this letter, there is no doubt that the situation has developed into an uncontrollable state.Nearly ten months have passed since we last communicated. There is nothing strange about the young man you mentioned, Riddle. He just still accepts and absorbs dark wizards just like when he first came to San Francisco.

There is no need to go into too much detail on this. In fact, the Ministry of Magic is very optimistic about Riddle and even thinks that it can be used for their own purposes. Therefore, they have always adopted a tolerant policy towards Riddle's actions and turned a blind eye to everything...

I shouldn't waste too much space on this, Albus.I'm going to talk about the latest anomaly. This is the Muggle Mediation Committee's discovery of the slightest anomaly in the president's latest report... You know, the chairman of the committee and I happen to be neighbors. He was at a weekend party. I accidentally let it slip..."

Dumbledore turned the parchment to the back with a dark face. The front was almost entirely filled with the soliloquy of his long-winded old friend, which was completely unfocused, but he already knew the character of this old friend.

Paul Gall is definitely not a neat person, even his wife describes him that way.In fact, this is how she described it: "He always refuses to shut his mouth for a moment. Even in the grave, I can't help but suspect that there are broken words in his coffin."

But Paul Gall is definitely a very reliable old man, and Dumbledore trusts him very much.

There was finally some important content on the back of the parchment. Dumbledore pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and read it word for word.

"Recently, there is a kind of product on the market in New York..."