A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I never make it known," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes twinkling.

"But you can't deny this, especially the headmaster of a certain Black family. He is simply a joke." Edward said coldly. Among all the portraits on the wall, he was the most exaggerated - blowing his beard and staring.

"Phineas is a nice guy." Dumbledore said as if he was recalling something.

Edward ignored him, "Quilroy may have some little tricks tonight. I haven't seen Gilderoy all day."

"He's going to do something, and I know he's got a troll," said Dumbledore.

"Aren't you going to do something?"

"You have to wait until he shows up on his own. He's just a giant monster and won't make any waves."

"Indeed." Edward nodded, "I shouldn't need to take action, right?"

"No, just watch the show quietly." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if he was sure of victory.

During dinner, they walked into the dining room together and sat in the middle of the staff bench.

Thousands of bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and thousands more hovered like low dark clouds over the dining room table, making the candle flames flicker in the pumpkin's belly.Delicious food suddenly appeared on a golden plate, just like a banquet at the beginning of school.

Edward sipped the hot cocoa. He didn't plan to eat. He had eaten the last bit of soul from the Mad Witch Festival today, which made him feel quite comfortable.

But Quirrell and Lockhart disappeared, and they did not appear at the dinner.Edward and Dumbledore looked at each other silently, knowing everything.

Just when Dumbledore was about to stand up and deliver his Halloween speech, Quirrell suddenly rushed into the restaurant, his big scarf tilted on his head, a look of horror on his face.Edward looked at him with interest, watching his 'exquisite' acting skills.

He walked to Principal Dumbledore's chair and almost put it on Edward's chair. Edward secretly kicked him in the waist and abdomen, which made him stagger and fall on the table, but everyone He thought it was because he didn't stand firm.

"The troll...in the basement classroom...thought you should know."

Dumbledore looked at Edward silently and shrugged helplessly.

A professor can't deal with a giant monster, whatever he says is too false!

But they still have to cooperate with Quirrell, just for Dumbledore's ridiculous plan.

Quirrell fell to the floor and passed out.

The restaurant suddenly became a mess, and the students screamed in terror, as if they had encountered some devastating disaster.

Dumbledore had to make several shrill explosions of fireworks from the tip of his wand before everyone fell silent.

At this time, Edward was still sipping hot cocoa. Compared to Quirrell's tricks, Edward was more concerned about the drink in his hand.

"Prefect, take the students from your college to the dormitories immediately!" Dumbledore said in a low voice, "Edward, help me go downstairs and take a look, okay?"

"Well, aren't there other professors?"

"They are responsible for evacuating students." Dumbledore smiled bitterly. Almost all the other professors on the faculty left their seats to evacuate the students in their colleges, especially Professor Snape, who almost glanced at the students in the auditorium. He walked towards the stairs without looking back.

"Teacher Snape—"

"He went to take care of his potion." Dumbledore said helplessly, "Just keep an eye on the troll. You don't need to do anything. Just tell him not to cause trouble."

"Okay, okay." Edward put the cup on the table, straightened his robe, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the auditorium.

Crossing the empty side corridor and following the sound, Edward found the trace of the troll - it had left the underground classroom and turned to the women's bathroom.

A pungent stench penetrated his nostrils, a mixture of smelly socks and a public toilet that had never been cleaned.The extraordinary five senses gave Edward an extremely refreshing effect.

Edward kicked the door of the public toilet shut, and then found a position near the stairs to guard the troll.

Then, two little wizards sneaked into the corridor.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, what are you two doing here?" Edward looked at the two young wizards with doubt in his eyes.

Could it be that...they and Quirrell are actually on the same team?

Edward suddenly remembered that he had smelled something as delicious as Voldemort's on Harry's body, and his eyes narrowed.If Harry and Voldemort were a team... No, how could that be possible.

"Professor Lumpur, we...we just..." Harry said without confidence, and Ron took over, "It's Hermione, we heard she was in the underground toilet, She doesn’t know about the trolls yet.”

"Miss Granger?" Edward frowned slightly. She was not enjoying dinner in the auditorium. What was she doing in the bathroom?

Before Eduardo could think about it, a shrill, frightened scream suddenly sounded, piercing the silence of the corridor.

"what!!!"

Edward took out his wand and walked quickly to the door of the public toilet. He held the handle and tried to pull it open, but found that it had been smashed by the troll and it was impossible to open it with brute force - mainly because Edward did not want to be exposed to two people. In front of the little wizard.

Swinging his wand over his shoulder, the tip of his wand emitted a burst of dazzling red light, and then slammed against the door of the public toilet.

boom!

The door answered loudly.

"Hermione!" Ron's face turned pale. He and Harry tried hard to search for Hermione in the toilet.

"Get out of the way." Edward pushed them aside angrily, "Collapse!"

Another dazzling red light hit the giant monster's head hard. It was twelve feet tall, but its brain laughed like a cocoa bean, and its short legs were as thick as a tree stump.

The troll stopped at a door. The stun spell didn't seem to have any effect on him. It swung its long ears, but the spell seemed to anger it. He turned around and struck hard with the thick wooden stick in his hand. Attack Edward fiercely.

"Run!" Harry and Ron shouted at Edward, trying to pull him towards the door. In their opinion, the wooden stick would smash Edward into a pulp.

"Don't touch me." Edward waved his hand and used magic to push Ron and Harry out of the toilet, while slamming the door shut.

The wooden stick aimed at Edward's head and hit it hard. Just when he was still ten centimeters away from his head, a white arm grabbed the wooden stick.

"It's really dirty. Don't you ever know how to take a bath?" Edward wrinkled his nose and cursed in a low voice, "Get out of here." He exerted force on his hands, and the huge force was transmitted to the troll's body through the wooden stick, knocking it hard. Hit the wall hard.