A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"It's not impossible." Professor McGonagall said, "Do you believe that a child can have such great strength?"

"Do not believe."

"Isn't that the end?"

......

At the same time, the little wizards were also discussing yesterday's thesis guidance course with great interest. This resentment was like a wave, surging forward, bringing painful memories to the dull and novel campus life.

What was the topic of their discussion the other day?

Professor Lockhart's curse blew him up. What a big joke!

But now the news has been blown away, and not just because Edward laid out the three-foot-long paper - that was really disappointing!

More importantly, Edward has become the idol professor of the new generation, especially after witnessing his duel with Professor Flitwick.

This made Gilderoy Lockhart too angry to speak out.

Who is his teacher?

But Lockhart still couldn't help pacing in the office. He was assigned to an empty office on the third floor, next to Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The long blond hair that used to be smooth and light was slightly oily, and the dozens of portraits hanging in the office also showed the same irritable expression.

"I have to find a way to save my image, otherwise everyone will know that I am just an unlearned liar... I have to find a way!"

"Oh my God... But how can I surpass Edward... He is a complete monster!"

Before arriving at Hogwarts, Lockhart never imagined that his life at Hogwarts would be so difficult.Now, whenever someone looks at him, it always makes him feel cold, as if someone is silently mocking him for his terrible performance that day.

Now, he had to admit that he encountered his biggest difficulty after graduating from Hogwarts - how to take care of his feathers and keep his reputation.

This reminded him of Rita Skeeter, a woman who might be able to reverse her reputation through newspaper publicity before the little wizard told their parents.

At least this way they won't all think that they are idiots!

But just as he was planning to write a letter to Rita Skeeter, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong!

"Professor Lockhart, good evening."

......

This small episode was not known to others. Among the vast community of young wizards, Edward's evaluations were mixed. On the one hand, everyone was glad that they had such a powerful professor; on the other hand, they faced three feet of homework to worry about.

"Maybe it's enough for us to write casually, right? How did you do it?" Ron grabbed the beef patty in his left hand, and picked up a piece of potato with a fork in his right hand. His mouth was not idle, but his homework Still not moving at all.

"I wrote everything I saw in the wizarding world." Hermione said more rationally. She sat aside in disgust. Ron's attitude was really...

"Me too," Harry said honestly, "I can't think of anything more appropriate, especially for us first-years."

Ron's eyes widened, "Harry, but this is my life. I can't be surprised by all the things I take for granted like you!" He nudged Harry with his elbow, "You know what I mean. , I’m not showing off, just—”

"I understand." Hermione said. Her expression was a little too serious. Ron felt that she must have misunderstood something, but just as he was about to explain, Hermione held the book on her chest and left.

The castle has eight floors.

Hermione looked at the gargoyle in front of her with a hesitant expression. Professor Rumple said that if you have any questions, you can come here to see him, but he seemed to have never told everyone what the password was.

(Edward: Because I never thought anyone would actually come to the office to see me.)

Just when Hermione was about to give up and leave, the gargoyle suddenly jumped aside and made way for Hermione.The wall behind it also split in half, revealing a spiral staircase hidden behind it that moved slowly upwards.

Hermione looked around, cheered secretly, and rushed forward with her arms around the book.

The stairs slowly rose on their own, bringing her to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

The door opened automatically, revealing Dumbledore's face behind the desk.

"Miss Granger, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Dumbledore raised his head and smiled at Hermione.

"Mr. Headmaster, I didn't know you were here - I'm here to see Professor Edward Rumple -" Hermione was so nervous that she was at a loss. After all, in front of her was Albus Dune, the most powerful wizard in the world. Bullido.

Dumbledore nodded as if he suddenly understood, "Of course, he is upstairs, right upstairs, I think you only need to turn around to see him."

"Thank you, Mr. Headmaster." Hermione bowed her thanks, but the book in her arms almost fell out.

"Miss Hermione Granger," Edward's figure appeared at the corner upstairs before Hermione could step on the steps, "Come up."

"Yeah." Hermione followed anxiously.

Dumbledore looked at Hermione's back and sighed softly. He wanted to pick up the latest "Transfiguration of the Day" on the table but suddenly found that it had been borrowed by Edward.

Shaking his head, Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stood up and faced the window, staring at the little wizards playing on the field.

And upstairs, it's a large, beautiful circular room filled with all kinds of noisy little sounds.On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares placed, spinning and spitting out small puffs of smoke.The walls are covered with portraits, both men and women. They are all doing their own things in their own photo frames, or communicating with the people in the photo frames next to them.There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the table sat a sword.

"The fairy sword that fights the Balrog!" Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, and then lowered her head in embarrassment, apologizing for her rudeness.

Edward naturally didn't take it to heart. He sat on the sofa and asked softly: "Tea, coffee?"

"No need to go to such trouble, teach—"

"Then warm water." Edward snapped his fingers, and a cup of hot cocoa and a cup of warm water suddenly appeared on the table. "I'm a little surprised. Today is the weekend, and you actually came to see me, a professor. Are you worried about the homework you gave me in class? I must admit that compared to Potter, your classwork is more Much better, especially where you contrast Muggle technology with magic, and I appreciate that part..."