A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"That's not blood, Hermione, it's just red paint." Edward touched his nose and said. The smell of blood was so pungent, how could he not smell it?

It was just red paint, because Edward didn't smell a strong rusty smell from it.

Apparently Dumbledore thought so too.

"He's not dead yet, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," he said softly.

"Not dead?" Scrimgeour's expression turned strange. "Then why did he become stiff - the Petrification Curse?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "but how exactly this effect is achieved, I don't know yet."

"You should ask them!" Scrimgeour said angrily. If he caused an accident to the famous savior Harry Potter while he was at Hogwarts, this would simply question his ability. He is very capable. He might never return to the Ministry of Magic, or his beloved Auror office.

"Students can't do this." Edward said while protecting Hermione behind him. "This requires advanced dark magic -"

"It was definitely you, it was you!" Scrimgeour roared angrily, "I know who you are, Edward Lumpo, you dark wizard. I knew a long time ago that you must have some dark magic. The item was given to Granger, right? Or you could do it yourself, just to get rid of Harry Potter!"

"Rufus Scrimgeour, you'd better know who you're talking to." Edward's eyes narrowed and he looked at Scrimgeour with an unkind expression.

Scrimgeour didn't take Edward seriously at all, "Of course I know who you are, Edward Lumpo, a great writer, and also a dark wizard, engaged in various dangerous black magic research, and a notorious of stowaways.”

Edward didn't respond. He was thinking, thinking about how to kill Scrimgeour without leaving a trace. Maybe it would be enough to sneak into his office at night and secretly recite a killing curse.

But this was too cheap for him, and he was allowed to die painlessly in his sleep.

His soul should be dragged out, roasted with fierce fire to remove the disgusting parts, and then the remaining soul should be torn out piece by piece.

In this process, Scrimgeour will have the most perfect experience - the pain of the soul.

"Rufus!" Dumbledore shouted angrily, "You'd better apologize to Professor Rumplestillation." He walked between Edward and Scrimgeour.

"Why? He killed Potter!" Scrimgeour also shouted, the sound was so loud that Hermione and Ron blocked their ears in fear.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape also curled their lips, but neither of them participated in the discussion.

Obviously Scrimgeour's idea was completely wrong. He had completely misunderstood the key point, and targeting Edward had already made him a little confused.

"Okay, Albus, I think Director Scrimgeour doesn't understand what respect is, and he will pay the price." Edward said coldly, he would let Scrimgeour know what respect is.

"Edward, it's not that bad." Dumbledore said unbearably, "It's not that bad, far from it." He obviously knew Edward's temper. He was targeted by Scrimgeour again and again. If not The contract existed, and Scrimgeour had already put it in Edward's hookah.

Edward no longer responded to Dumbledore's words. He protected Hermione and retreated to a corner of the classroom.

Professor McGonagall came out, her voice trembling, "Professor Dumbledore, what happened to this child?"

"Petrification, very powerful petrification."

"Even you can't undo it?" Professor McGonagall asked nervously.

"I'm afraid there's no way to undo the petrification with charms alone," said Dumbledore, "but we can cure him. Mrs. Sprout has recently acquired some mandrakes. Once they're grown and mature, I have a potion that can bring Mr. Potter back to life."

"I'll configure it." Professor Snape stepped forward immediately.

"Of course, Severus, I really can't think of anyone who has a better level of potions than you." Dumbledore readily agreed, "And you two, you can leave."

Hermione glanced at Edward, who gently patted her on the head, "Go back."

Hermione nodded heavily, and before leaving, she and Ron glanced at Harry worriedly. He still maintained his original look.

"Okay, now you let the suspect go." Scrimgeour said angrily. "If you ask me, you should put them in a dungeon and ask for all the details, even if they are not the murderer. , is also the first witness and can definitely provide a lot of clues.”

Dumbledore glanced at him coldly, "Rufus, don't be wishful thinking. This is not your Auror office, and there are no dungeons in Hogwarts."

"Jester," Snape whispered as he passed Scrimgeour.

There was no doubt that Scrimgeour heard this, or that Snape had intended to anger Scrimgeour.

"I know about you, Snape!" Scrimgeour shouted, pointing at Snape. "You have been working for You-Know-Who—"

"That's enough, Rufus, I think I made that very clear back then." Dumbledore interrupted Scrimgeour rudely, with a trace of sullenness in his sky-blue pupils.

"But, Dumbledore—"

"No buts, don't you think the fuss tonight is not big enough?" Dumbledore glared condescendingly at Scrimgeour, which made Scrimgeour uncomfortable.

His mouth opened and closed, trying to say something, but no words came out.

Dumbledore was about to leave. He walked toward the door. When he was holding the door handle and preparing to open the door, he suddenly stopped what he was doing. As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned back to Edward and said, "Don't forget us. The agreement between them is absolutely impossible."

Edward was furious, but compared to the clues about the gate to hell in the contract, Scrimgeour didn't seem so important.

But this fly kept jumping back and forth in front of his eyes, and Edward felt like he couldn't stand it any longer - no one had ever been able to provoke him like this - usually Edward would pull out their souls before they reached this point. Stuffed into a tobacco bag.

"I'm watching you." Scrimgeour also left, and before leaving, he dropped his harsh words.

Edward frowned and looked at Scrimgeour. If it hadn't been for Dumbledore, a guy like Scrimgeour would have died when school started. I don't know where he got the courage!

"Do you have any clue?" Snape asked, "Who attacked Harry?"

"I'm not sure. There are too many objects that can produce similar effects." Edward shook his head.

Professor McGonagall sighed, and then used a spell to control Harry to float behind her. She planned to take Harry to the infirmary.