A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"A good wizard should be like water, why?" Edward was sitting on the sofa, with a complete tea set beside him, while he was sipping hot cocoa.

Hermione's head shook like a rattle.

"Because water is invisible." Edward said softly, "So you can't catch it and you can't hurt it, so be soft and flexible like water."

“Empty your mind, formless, like water.”

“Pour water into a cup and it takes the shape of the cup.”

"Pour water into a bottle and it takes the shape of the bottle."

“Pour water into a teapot and it takes the shape of a teapot.”

"Water can flow quietly, or it can rush violently, like water, Hermione."

When Hermione heard these words, her head felt big. She had never received such...such an incomprehensible education before, which made her completely confused.

"You have plenty of time to understand these words," Edward said. "Right now, what is important to you is...have you copied the twenty runes today?"

"I'll write it right now!" Hermione said quickly.

Edward asked Hermione to study with the secret cultivators when she had nothing to do. Each of them was almost the best teacher: they took care of the continuation of the family magic text. They were all taught one-on-one by their parents and elders, so they were very familiar with the magic text. Wen has his own unique insights.

Edward did not intend to teach Hermione magic words like a spoon-fed chicken. That would only stifle Hermione's talent. She should have more room for development.

"Time, time will let us know what kind of light magic shines on her!"

Edward closed his eyes and whispered softly, putting the hot cocoa in his hand aside.

Compared to Hermione's happy study, Harry and Ron's days were much more painful.

Let's talk about Harry first. He always quarreled with his aunt and uncle.

His uncle always complained about the hooting of owls in Harry's room, and Harry wished he could let the owl out for a breather.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Vernon yelled, "I know the consequences of letting an owl out."

Harry was back to his previous state at home, even worse.He missed Hogwarts so much that his whole body ached. He missed the castle, the secret passages and ghosts, and his classes.

For a moment, he would rather attend Snape's class than continue to face his uncle and aunt.

"I'd rather go to Snape's class." Harry muttered, frying bacon in the kitchen.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound of breaking porcelain from behind.

It was Aunt Petunia. She accidentally broke the plate, but she didn't seem to care at all.

"You mean Snape?"

"What? I didn't say anything." Harry pretended to be stupid.

"No, no, you absolutely said it!" Aunt Petunia screamed, "It's him. If it weren't for him, how could Lily have become like that! It's him!" Veins popped up on Aunt Petunia's thin neck.

"What's wrong, Petunia! Petunia!" Vernon hurriedly rushed into the kitchen.

"You did it, boy! She is your aunt, did you cast a spell on her?" Uncle Vernon hugged his wife distressedly, "What's wrong, Petunia, what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing," Petunia said in shock, taking a big step forward, lowering her head and saying threateningly, "Never, ever, ever mention that name again, Potter!"

"Why?" Harry asked dissatisfiedly, he just muttered to himself.

"No reason, unless you want to be kicked out by us."

Harry really couldn't imagine what he would do as a 12-year-old kid when he went out. He didn't receive any letters from his classmates. The golden Galleons in the wizarding world were not easy to use in the Muggle world. He was also prohibited from using magic. Once he left Germany, At Sili's house, he had to sleep under the bridge.

In the days that followed, Uncle Vernon seemed to treat Harry as a time bomb because Harry was not a normal child.In fact, he's pretty abnormal.

Harry was having a rather unhappy time, and if the Dursleys were unhappy with him going home for the summer, their unhappiness was nothing compared to how Harry felt.

But a question has been hanging in Harry's mind: What is the relationship between Snape and his mother?Why would Aunt Petunia say something like that?

Ron on the other end was even more anxious. He had written dozens of emails to Harry, but it was like nothing happened, and he didn't get any reply at all.

"Something must have happened to Harry!" Ron shouted in the room.

George Weasley yawned. He was working with Fred on a candy that would make the tongue of the person who eats it become abnormally enlarged. "Don't worry, we all know that Harry lives a princely life in the Muggle world." Same life, maybe he's on vacation somewhere and didn't receive your letter at all."

Ron's expression changed many times. He didn't know whether he should tell Fred and George about Harry's real life.

For people in the wizarding world, they always thought that Dumbledore placed him in the Muggle world in order to protect Harry, and he enjoyed prince-like treatment.But no one knew that Harry was living like a house elf at his aunt and uncle's house.

If Ron and Harry hadn't become good friends, Ron would probably never know about it in his life.

Ron was obviously aware of how big of a stir this issue would cause, so he kept it a secret.

The time came to the end of July, Harry's birthday.

Compared with Hermione who was enjoying the princess-like treatment and studying, Harry's life was almost extremely painful.

Just in the morning, Uncle Vernon even said seriously: "We all know that today is a very important day."

He obviously remembered that today was Harry's birthday, which made Harry look up in disbelief, but Uncle Vernon's next words shattered all his illusions.

"I'll probably make the biggest deal of my life today."

Harry lowered his head and continued eating the slice of bread.

He should have known, how could Uncle Vernon remember his birthday, it was completely impossible!

Ever since he got out of Aunt Petunia's shoes, Uncle Vernon was even less likely to treat Harry well.

Later in the day, a wealthy builder and his wife were coming to visit.Harry wisely went back to his room, making no sound and pretending he wasn't home.

"That's right," said Uncle Vernon forcefully, "They don't even know about you, let it stay that way."

"I know," Harry said weakly.

At night, he tiptoed to the door of his bedroom, slipped in quietly, closed the door, turned around and wanted to throw him down on the bed.

The problem is, there is already a person sitting on the bed.