A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I hope everyone will stand up and remember our lost Professor Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Rufus Scrimgeour exemplified the hallmark qualities of Gryffindor House, which he carried on well after his graduation."

Dumbledore continued.

"The Ministry of Magic does not think that I should tell you the truth of the matter and suggested that I just tell you that he was sent on a difficult mission and had to resign as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I believe that you have a right to know."

"Scrimgeour is a fair and kind friend. His excellent judgment and keen observation make him successful in his work as an Auror."

Several of the students couldn't help but scream, and they quickly covered their mouths.

Hermione and Ron looked at Edward with dilated pupils.

Ron swallowed and asked Hermione in a low voice, "I said, could it be Professor Lumpo..."

"Impossible," Hermione said righteously, "The teacher is not like this...is he?"

"But Professor Scrimgeour has made things difficult for Professor Lumpo many times. Do you think Professor Lumpo is a person who can bear humiliation?" Ron frowned and glanced at Edward sitting on the professor's chair, who was still shaking his head lightly. Holding the cup, he didn't look sad at all.

"And you look at him like that, and other professors-"

Ron pointed at Professor Trelawney next to her. She looked extremely haggard, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she looked like she might faint at any time.

"Professor Trelawney has always been like this... In short, the teacher cannot be like that." Hermione said firmly.

Dumbledore's voice continued.

But the little wizards couldn't listen.

Although Dumbledore did not explain the cause of Scrimgeour's death, there is no doubt that this reminded them of the recent rumors of the secret room. After all, there were two attackers lying in the medical room! (Although Harry has been unpetrified.)

At this moment, the students in the auditorium suddenly became insecure. Before, the students were petrified. Although they were scared, there was still a chance to be treated.

But now, the No. 1 attacker has died, and he is also a professor with rich combat experience.

Breakfast ended quickly, and everyone left the auditorium in a daze, except for Professor Trelawney. She held Dumbledore's arm and did not dare to let go for a moment.

"Mr. Principal, you know...I'm not good at magic...and I'm not good at fighting...if that guy finds me..."

"Don't worry, Sybil," Dumbledore comforted him in a broad voice, "We will catch that guy as soon as possible. In fact, we already have some clues now."

Indeed, Dumbledore and Edward succeeded in finding some clues from Scrimgeour last night - a diary.

There is certainly nothing surprising about the diary.

But the name on the cover made Dumbledore nervous.

Because it clearly says - Tom Riddle.

This name was definitely not unfamiliar to Dumbledore, and he would never forget it in his lifetime.

Fifty years ago, if his reasoning was correct, it was Tom who opened the secret room, released the monster inside, and even killed a student - Myrtle who was wandering in the women's bathroom.

"It looks like the culprit has been found." Edward said with a yawn at that time.

"Do you think this is the culprit?" Dumbledore asked.

Edward said, "At least right now, it doesn't look like there's anything more suspicious than that."

"This seems to be just an ordinary diary, although its owner is not that ordinary." Dumbledore said seriously, his eyes fixed on the diary on the table.

"What kind of magic do you think this is?"

Dumbledore asked, because he didn't feel the slightest breath of dark magic, as if this diary was just an ordinary diary.

"I don't know." Edward said quite simply, "But 50 years later, it is a strange thing that this notebook is still so well preserved."

"Perhaps I should try using fire?" Dumbledore took out his wand.

"I think it's okay." Edward nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore held the wand and gestured for a long time, but finally did not use the Fire Curse.

"Well," he sighed heavily, "I guess I'd better use it to deal with the Ministry of Magic."

"Mother-in-law," Edward complained, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back. It's almost three o'clock."

"I didn't think you would need sleep." Dumbledore said in a rare voice, and it could be seen that he was not in a good mood.

"Oh, that's what you think." Edward yawned and turned to leave Scrimgeour's office.

The next morning, the Ministry of Magic's Special Investigation Team arrived at Hogwarts Castle. Professor McGonagall greeted them at the gate and took them to Dumbledore's office.

"Good morning, Mr. Principal." The leader was a short, fat, middle-aged woman, wearing a pink frilly skirt and a pink hairpin in her hair, which made her look extremely inconsistent.

"Good morning, Ms. Umbridge." Dumbledore nodded and said with a smile. "It's been a few years since you graduated from Slytherin. We haven't seen each other for at least a few years."

"Who says it isn't? If it hadn't been for Rufus, I think it might be difficult for me to come back to Hogwarts." Umbridge said artificially, "Why don't we go to Rufus where he was killed?" Where can I take a look?"

"The place has been searched thoroughly," said Dumbledore. "I have found some clues. They are in my drawer. I will be happy to show them to you, if you don't mind."

"Of course," Umbridge said rhythmically.

Dumbledore went back behind the desk, opened the drawer, and wanted to give Riddle's diary to Umbridge.

"I heard that Rufus has been investigating... Mr. Edward Rumple?" Umbridge asked, looking at the portraits of the previous headmasters on the wall.

"Oh, yes, Rufus is not that fond of Professor Rumples, but I guess that has something to do with-" Dumbledore's voice paused because the drawer was empty and the diary was gone. He quickly He adjusted his expression and said calmly, "I don't think that has anything to do with this attack."

"I'm not doubting Mr. Lumple, it's just a routine investigation." Umbridge puffed out her chest and said, "By the way, where is he?"