A Hogwarts dissertation guide

There is no doubt that the staff at Hogwarts have carefully decorated every inch of the castle for the Yule Ball.

Not far ahead was a gorgeous fountain, and the splashing sound could almost be heard. Many people had already come out of the dance, and they could be seen sitting on the carved benches.

Edward followed a winding path through the rose bushes, but after walking a few steps, he heard a familiar voice.

"...I don't understand why there is such a fuss, Igor."

"Severus, you can't pretend that this didn't happen!" Karkaroff's voice sounded hoarse and frightened, as if he was afraid of being heard. "Since the past two years, it has become more and more obvious. , especially during this time. I'm very worried now, I can't deny-"

"Then run away," Snape's voice said impatiently. "Run away - I will excuse you, but I want to stay at Hogwarts."

Snape and Karkaroff turned a corner, and Snape held his wand in his hand, blowing the rose bushes apart.He had a straight face and an ugly expression.Screams came from many flowers, and several dark figures emerged from them.

"What are they doing-" Hermione's ears turned red, and she whispered as she looked at the figures running away quickly.

"Probably just what you want to do at this age." Edward said calmly, "Severus, why weren't you at the ball?"

"Mr. Lumple," Snape bowed slightly, "I am planning to go back." After saying that, he quickly passed by Edward wrapped in his robe, his long black robe floating behind him.

Karkaroff still stood there, looking a little panicked, and kept fingering his goatee uneasily, and then wrapped the beard around his fingers.

When he saw Snape leaving, he hurriedly followed him, seemingly wanting to continue chatting with Snape.

Edward and Hermione continued walking along the path.

"Professor Karkaroff-" Hermione asked quietly.

"He's a Death Eater," Edward said. "He was once a Death Eater like Severus."

"Then how did he become the headmaster of Durmstrang?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Probably he has the support of a group of powerful people in Germany." Edward said nonchalantly, "This is not difficult. Sometimes it is enough that the person sitting in that position is not his enemy. Obviously Karkaroff Just a guy who plays both ways."

At this time, they came to a large stone carving of reindeer. They looked past the stone carving and saw a high fountain with sparkling water.Two huge, vague figures sat on a stone bench, looking at the spring water under the moonlight.

Then they heard Hagrid talking.

"As soon as I saw you, I understood." He said in a very strange hoarse voice.

Hermione was a little surprised. She squeezed Edward's hand tightly and turned to look at him, as if she was not sure whether she should be here - after all, Hagrid seemed to be confessing his love. Although they were best friends, Hagrid certainly didn't want anyone to see this.

Edward didn't pay attention. He just reached out and grabbed something from the leaves next to the bush, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket.

Hermione looked around nervously, then looked back at the path she had come from, and saw Fleur Delacour and her dance partner hiding in a nearby rose bush. Their skirts had been rolled up. As for what they were doing...

Hermione didn't know.

The slightly heavy breathing made Hermione's face and ears turn completely red.

"What do you understand, Hagrid?" Mrs. Maxim asked, her deep voice carrying a whooshing sound.

Hermione thought it would be best if she stopped eavesdropping; Hagrid would be disgusted if he knew she was here.

But Edward didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and there was even a faint excitement on his face - something that had never appeared at the dance.

"What's more interesting than gossip?" Edward murmured. In his long life, he has experienced too much, and many things no longer interest him, but eating melons is the only thing...who wouldn't like it? What about eating melon?

"I understand...I understand that you are the same as me...is it your mother or your father?" Hagrid's voice was not loud, but it was only compared to his usual speaking voice, and it was still loud compared to normal people.

"I-I don't know what you mean, Hagrid..."

"It's my mother," Hagrid said softly. "She's one of the few left in Britain. Of course, I don't remember much about her... She left, you know. About the time I was three years old. When she was [-] years old. To be honest, she doesn't look like a mother. Alas... They don't have maternal nature in their nature, right? I don't know what happened to her later... As far as I know, she is probably dead..."

Ms. Maxim remained silent. She seemed not to have expected that Hagrid had invited her here just to confirm the matter. What else could she say in such an atmosphere?Do you have to replace your origin?

Hagrid didn't seem to realize the problem, and he even started talking about his childhood.

Edward sighed and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Hagrid, Hagrid, can you be more direct... This little girl is willing to come out with you, but you still... ugh..."

Hermione held Edward's hand. She desperately wanted to leave, but...it seemed that Edward was becoming more and more enthusiastic as he watched.

"After she left, my dad was devastated. My dad said a little man. When I was six years old, if he annoyed me, I would lift him up and put him on top of the wardrobe, which always made him laugh. Laughing..." Hagrid's deep voice was choked with sobs, which made Madam Maxim very embarrassed. She had to stay still and pretend to be suddenly interested in the silver fountain, "Dad brought me up... But, alas, he Died, right after I went to school. From then on, I made my own way. Dumbledore helped me a lot, to be honest. He was very good to me..."

Hagrid took out a piece of silk printed with polka dots and wiped his nose loudly.

"That's it... ok... I'm done with my situation. What about you? Where did you get your inheritance?"

Ms. Maxim seemed like she couldn't stand it anymore. She finally spoke and stood up directly, "It's too cold." However, no matter how low the temperature was, it would never be as cold as her voice, "I want to go in." ”

"Huh?" Hagrid asked confused, "No, don't leave! I-I've never met another person before!"

Ms. Maxim stopped, turned her head and said coldly: "Other people? You'd better say it clearly."