A Hogwarts dissertation guide

After Hermione had lunch, she waited quietly in front of Edward for the arrangements for her vacation.

"Mr. Lumple, Miss Granger." Riddle was wearing a low-key and luxurious dark green robe, which made his skin tone even whiter.

"I think Miss Granger needs to improve her management skills, and based on what I know about her, I think she can start with the most important aspect of financial management." Riddle talked in detail, and he spent almost 10 Explain in minutes how important financial management is. No matter how large an organization is, it needs a qualified logistics department.

It didn't matter whether Hermione understood or not, but Edward kept smiling and nodding, which made Riddle secretly glad that he made the right bet.

"So, I have to study financial management in the extra two months?" Hermione frowned slightly.

Edward smoothed her long chestnut hair, "Of course it's not that simple. You also need to learn spells and runes. Of course, if you are willing, I will find another Muggle teacher for you and let him learn it in detail. Explain to you the relevant knowledge of management."

"Well," Hermione straightened her body and took a small step to the side to prevent Edward from messing up her hair. "Teacher, will the content of this further training be too..."

"Too fulfilling?" Edward said, "It's okay, you're welcome, who asked me to be your teacher!"

"That's right, all of this was specially designed for you by Mr. Lumpo. Miss Granger, you must understand Mr. Lumpo's good intentions!" Riddle also added in a timely manner, directly suppressing Hermione's words. After meeting the stomach.

Edward glanced at Riddle appreciatively.

What a pity. If it weren't for the purpose of obtaining more Horcruxes, Edward would really not want to let such a convenient bastard like Riddle leave his side.

"Then where should I start?" Hermione asked, as if she expected that she would have no room to resist.

"Let's start by counting our existing finances. You only need to be responsible for counting their loot." Riddle said with a smile. He took out a thick account book from behind, "This is probably ours. I think you can start looking at the ledger for about a month.”

"Ah..." Hermione looked at the exaggeratedly thick account book and was so shocked that she couldn't even close her mouth.

If it was a magic book in the library, even if it was a history of magic, Hermione would be happy to read it.

It's a pity that it is an account book, an account book with no reading value.

"It's okay, Hermione, I believe this is just a small problem for you." Edward said, "Every night, I will arrange for Riddle to give you make-up lessons. You'd better not fall behind. I will teach you before school starts." For assessment.”

"Yes, teacher." Hermione nodded. She took the thick account book from Riddle's hand, but she seemed a little unable to do it.

Hermione left quickly, and she was responsible for counting the trophies of the dark wizards in the hall - of course, without exception, they all wore bright smiles and showed bright teeth, and every one of them looked like a sunny and good wizard.

"Riddle, you know why I kept you here, right?" Edward looked playfully at Riddle, who was standing in front of him with his head lowered.

Riddle nodded and said solemnly: "Of course, sir. I promised you before, and today, I am here to fulfill the promise."

"Very good." Edward yawned, "Take it out, I can smell it."

"As wise as you are." Riddle sneered and took out a brass teapot from his pocket. The thing looked dusty, as if it had accumulated dust for many years.

He held the brass teapot in his hands and handed it to Edward.

Edward just glanced at it, stretched out his hand to hold the brass teapot in the air, and a piece of light blue substance seemed to be grabbed out of mid-air.

At the same time, in a dark room a mile underground in Riddle House, a wizard covered his head and screamed heart-breakingly.Beside him were dozens of wizards who were as ragged as him and locked in cages.

"A little bit of impurities." Edward curled his lips. The soul was mixed with a little bit of negative energy, lust, and greed, which made its taste worse.

Why can't they be as pure hatred and rage as Voldemort?

"I will strengthen the screening of Horcrux makers." Riddle said humbly, "But you also know that most of the wizards who follow me are engaged in black magic, and their souls may not be pure enough."

"You did a pretty good job. I can't expect everyone's soul to be as delicious as yours." Edward slowly pulled out the hookah from his pocket and stuffed the soul into the pipe.

"Tsk tsk~"

Edward took two puffs, and although no smoke came out, he looked particularly comfortable.

"Then you are busy first." Riddle bowed slightly and exited the living room.

Edward nodded, leaned back, and closed his eyes slightly.

It was said that Hermione was responsible for counting the Death Eaters' trophies in the foyer. Although this was not a tiring job, it made her very tired.

They always bring some weird things to Hermione, such as crystal skulls cast with dark magic, cursed hand bones, and even mummies' corpse belts...

Even though the wizards who came to count the loot were all smiling, what they took out made Hermione unable to smile.

In addition, she also had to receive private lessons from Riddle after dinner every day, including but not limited to black magic such as the Death Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, the Soul-Tampering Curse, etc.

Riddle taught him everything he could, but this made Hermione feel even more powerless.

She felt as if she was going further and further down a strange path. This was definitely not a spell that a young wizard at Hogwarts should master.

But Edward seemed unfazed by this. Even after he understood the content of Riddle's teaching, he patted Riddle's shoulder with satisfaction, which was simply saying "well done".

Hermione was also working very hard to learn dark magic, but she found that it seemed very difficult for her. She could never release it perfectly and her progress was very slow.

In Riddle's words, Hermione lacks a matching mentality. Most magic in the wizarding world is idealistic, which requires the caster to have a strong desire to successfully cast it.

But Hermione was always a little repelled by those spells, which made Riddle a little confused.

In his opinion, didn't all this happen naturally?

The strong killing intent required to recite the Death Curse... isn't that something that comes easily?

Riddle's learning of dark magic was smooth sailing, which made him doubt Hermione's learning progress and even began to analyze himself.

It was also the first time that Riddle had doubts about his 17-year life.

"Perhaps I have gone astray in my pursuit of strength."