A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Oh, how terrible it is," Myrtle said with relish, as if discussing her own death was a very interesting thing. "It happened here. I died in this toilet. I remember it very clearly." At that time, Olive Humbe laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here. I locked the door and was crying inside, and suddenly I heard someone coming in. What they said was funny. I thought it must be someone else. A language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice talking about life. So I opened the door, told him to go away, go to my boys' room, and then—"

"And you died?" Edward asked impatiently.

Why does this Myrtle like to tell lies?

"That's right, I'll die." Myrtle puffed up her chest, thinking she was great, and her face glowed with glory.

"How did you die?"

"I don't know!" Myrtle said confidently, "I was just a student at the time, and I didn't even see the perpetrator clearly."

"That's why Hagrid was fired..."

Edward held his chin in thought.

"Hagrid? That big guy?" Myrtle looked very sad. "I know him. He is a good guy and one of the few people who is willing to be my friend."

"Then why don't you testify for him and prove that he didn't kill you." Edward asked.

Myrtle smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, the ghost's words do not count. The Ministry of Magic does not recognize my testimony."

"Well, it seems that there is really no need for the Ministry of Magic to exist." Edward said angrily, "Then do you remember what you saw before you died?" he asked.

"I saw -" Myrtle lowered her voice mysteriously, "I just remember seeing a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away... ..."

"Instant death?" Many monster illustrations flashed through Edward's mind, and he couldn't even determine what kind of monster it was.

"Slytherin's pet... doesn't he like snakes the most?" Edward murmured, "Maybe I know what that monster is."

"A basilisk, is it a basilisk, right? Or a feathered serpent... No, the feathered serpent does not have a lifespan of a thousand years."

"That's the basilisk, right?"

In Europe, there are many terrible beasts and monsters wandering around. The most bizarre and lethal one is the Basilisk, also known as the Snake King.This snake has an incredibly long lifespan, often living hundreds of years.

The basilisk's glare can kill, and anyone caught in its gaze will die instantly.

But it obviously doesn't make much sense to figure out what the monster in the secret room is. After all, such a small bathroom can't hide such a big thousand-year-old basilisk.

But this has nothing to do with Edward. He came here purely to kill time and investigate what happened 50 years ago.

Then find an opportunity to remove Hagrid's grievances and let him regain his wand - although this seems simple, Hagrid obviously cannot use magic in front of everyone - this is against the rules.

As a devil, Edward still likes to abide by the rules.

Of course, if the rules interfered with Edward's behavior, then Edward wouldn't mind breaking the rules directly.

Power is used to break rules.

"Where did you see those eyes?" Edward asked.

"It's almost there," Myrtle said, pointing vaguely to the pool in front of her.

Edward nodded, "It should be enough to leave the rest to Albus."

By the time Edward returned to the principal's office, Dumbledore had finished taking care of everything. He sat tiredly behind his desk and once again began to think about whether all this was a trap.

If he hadn't heard about Edward, he wouldn't have thought of inviting Edward; if he hadn't invited Edward, Quirrell wouldn't have died mysteriously; if Quirrell hadn't died, last year wouldn't have turned into a mess; If last year hadn't turned into a mess, Scrimgeour wouldn't be in the castle this year; if...

Dumbledore let out a long sigh. There were not so many what-ifs in the world, and he had already made his choice.

"Edward Rumple, is this all your plan?" Dumbledore looked at the ceiling with squinted eyes.

"Hey, are you done with it?" Edward pushed open the brass door and saw Dumbledore sitting behind the desk.

"Mr. Rumple, you - ugh..." Dumbledore inserted his slender fingers into his hair, rubbed his temples, and let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked.

"If you can't control your temper, I think our deal can't go ahead." Dumbledore slowly stood up so that he could look down at Edward. It seemed like this would give Edward a sense of oppression?

But apparently the idea fell through.

Edward just raised his eyebrows.

"I just fought back. Don't I even have the ability to guarantee my dignity?"

"Of course there is, but you don't have to do this." Dumbledore said tiredly, "Do you know how big an omission this would be? Once they realize that their memory has been tampered with..."

"Albus," Edward stared into Dumbledore's eyes, his pupils as calm as a puddle of stagnant water, "Don't think I don't know what you're paying attention to. Who do you think you can fool with your tricks? Use magic. Are you here to restrain me?"

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment, but he still said stubbornly, "This was not my intention."

"You are still too young, Albus." Edward said with a smile, "To test me with the Ministry of Magic is to think too highly of them and to underestimate me."

"I didn't mean that." Dumbledore said, but the fear in his eyes did not weaken at all.

"Then just think I'm talking nonsense." Edward shrugged, "It's all over now, isn't it?"

"They just thought there was a quarrel here. When they wake up at dawn tomorrow, they will continue to investigate you." Dumbledore said, "I don't want to clear their memories every day."

"If they still dare." Edward said something that made Dumbledore confused, and then turned around and went upstairs.

"What... does this mean?" Dumbledore murmured doubtfully, "Don't you dare to cause trouble to him again?"

Dumbledore picked up the diary from the ground and frowned again.

"Burning flames."

This time, the diary did not remain intact in the flames like before. Instead, it turned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore watched blankly as the flames disappeared into the air.

"This......"