A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Maybe you're right, Harry." Ron didn't speak for a full ten minutes. He sat there with his forehead in his hands and his eyes looking at his knees.

Harry said nothing, he just fiddled with the firewood.

"He started to look a little different last year, do you still remember?" Ron said, "At that time, his stiff, cold smile scared many classmates."

"You mean, Professor Snape really treats me differently?"

"Isn't this an obvious thing?" Ron said, "But maybe it's not because of you, but because of some of your elders."

"My parents?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Maybe Snape has a girlfriend, and she happens to be your elder or something?" Ron said, holding his shoulders and leaning his chin, "Maybe it's some family member of yours. She knows that your broom is broken and wants to If I want to give you a new one, I have to entrust Snape to give it to you and repair the relationship between you."

"This is impossible." Harry said firmly, "If I had other relatives who knew magic, Dumbledore would not hand me over to the Dursleys. I have no other relatives."

Ron shrugged, "Then I don't know."

They had spent the entire afternoon discussing who had commissioned Snape to give Harry the broom, but had made no progress as they had no idea who that person was.

"Perhaps we should ask Professor Dumbledore, he is designated to know." Ron suggested.

Harry shook his head. He remembered what Snape said before he left. He vaguely felt that it was better not to tell Professor Dumbledore about this matter. He couldn't explain why, but he had the guts to tell Dumbledore. Professor Rido has a hunch that something big will happen.

It would be best if he kept the news between him, Ron and Hermione.

"Yes! Hermione, we should write and tell Hermione." Harry slapped his head, "She must have an idea!"

Ron curled his lips. He thought Hermione didn't understand the joy of Quidditch at all. How could she understand the meaning of the Firebolt?

Until dinner time, Harry and Ron slowly headed to the Great Hall, because Ron repeatedly wanted to touch the perfect streamlined tail twig of the Firebolt.

The tables in the auditorium have been moved against the wall, leaving only one table for 12 people.Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Flitwick and Edward were all there, as was the caretaker Filch.Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.Besides them, there were only three other students: two extremely nervous first-year students and a sullen-faced Slytherin sixth-year student.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" Ron asked quietly.

"I thought he might have spent Christmas with his family and friends," Harry replied quietly.

Everyone at the table was obviously waiting for the two of them. Everyone turned to look at them. Harry and Ron quickly took their seats.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said. He opened his arms and welcomed everyone at the table. "There are not many of us. It would be a bit silly to use the tables in each house..." He glanced at McGonagall on his right. and Snape on the left, obviously saying that they did not change the small table at noon. You must know that not a single student from Ravenclaw House was left.

"Firecracker!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, and handed the tail end of a large silver firecracker to Edward. Edward curled his lips, wiped it hard with his hand, and took the firecracker from Dumbledore's hand and pulled it.

The firecracker banged like a cannon, and the whole auditorium shook.

Dumbledore quickly adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I think we are just celebrating the arrival of Christmas and do not intend to destroy this castle. We do not need this level of expansion spell." He said hurriedly.

The power of the firecrackers was magnified at least twenty times. If it were in the Muggle world, Dumbledore believed that it could blow down a building. Fortunately, the protection inside Hogwarts was quite complete.

But Dumbledore clearly saw that when the firecrackers exploded, the ceiling showing the starry sky flickered several times as if there was a bad connection.

"Let us eat." Dumbledore said to the whole table, no longer planning to take out the firecrackers.

Edward raised his eyebrows. How dare Dumbledore make fun of him?Isn't this just hitting the muzzle?

Just as everyone was preparing to eat, the door to the hall was pushed open, and Professor Trelawney came in. She glided towards everyone, as if she was standing on wheels.To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green pair decorated with metallic discs, making her look even more like a shiny, oversized dragonfly.

"Sybyl, it's a pleasure to have you!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

It was a rare thing to see Professor Trelawney, as both Harry and Ron knew, she had been reluctant to leave her tower and claimed that too much exposure to the difficulties of busy school life would blur her vision.

"Headmaster, I have been looking into the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in her vaguest, most distant voice, "and to my surprise I saw myself abandoning my solitary dinner and coming to Come to your dinner party. Who am I to refuse the urging of fate? I came out of my tower at once, and I sincerely beg you to forgive my tardiness..."

To be honest, Edward had never seen a real prophet speak out the future he saw through his third eye so brazenly.Most of their actions are strange and seemingly illogical, but they know exactly what they are doing.

As for Professor Trelawney...she seemed to be just looking for an excuse to go downstairs for dinner.

"Of course, of course," said Dumbledore, his eyes shining, "let me get you a chair -"

He used his wand to pull a chair in mid-air. The chair spun in mid-air for a few seconds before making a dull sound and landing between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down. Her big eyes kept looking at the table, and suddenly she let out a low scream.

"I don't dare, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at the same table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the one who stands up first after the meal People will die first!”

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as stone."

Edward looked up and down at Professor Trelawney, who was dressed in a very flamboyant way. Thirteen is undoubtedly an unlucky number. There is a lot of basis for this in divination. However, if thirteen people are dining together, the first person to stand is The one who rises will be the first to die?

Edward didn't believe it.