A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Yes, little Harry," said Edward, "but if it is your will, I will consider it."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because you are very interesting." Edward smiled, "You can consider this as my kindness as a professor."

Harry nodded hesitantly, "Hagrid will definitely thank you."

"The point is not Hagrid, little Harry." Edward shook his head and said, "In the future, if you have anything you can't handle or have a wish you want to achieve, I think you can ask me."

"No problem." Harry nodded heavily.

In any case, he finally found someone who could help Hagrid, even if it was Edward. Although Harry didn't know exactly what Edward would do, there was no doubt that he would be more useful than the three third-year wizards.

After Harry left, Edward just wrote a note and sent it to the Ministry of Magic, and everything ended 'happily'.

Harry probably wouldn't believe that what made Hagrid collapse and left the three of them helpless was just a word in Edward's eyes.

Harry hurried to the North Tower. He had a Divination class to attend. When he arrived at the classroom, Ron was already waiting for him.

Hermione was exempted from Divination. Of course, judging from her appearance, she probably did not intend to continue studying Divination in her fourth year. This made Professor Trelawney very satisfied. She had always thought that Hermione was an unintelligent student—— One of the few students who pointed out that her class was a total rip-off.

In this dimly lit and depressing tower classroom, a crystal ball glows on each small table, and the crystal balls are filled with pearly white mist.Harry and Ron were writing at a rickety little table.

They had no doubt that if they exerted even the slightest force, the little table would collapse completely and the crystal ball on it would shatter.

"I thought the crystal ball class would only start next semester." Ron said, while carefully searching for Professor Trelawney's figure with his eyes, "What do you say? Professor Lumple is willing to help Hagrid?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded hesitantly, "That's right. I think we don't have to worry about Hagrid. Professor Rumple is a very powerful person."

"Always," said Ron, "I hope Buckbeak won't be sentenced to death."

Harry wanted to say something more, but a vague voice suddenly sounded in the room, "Hello!" Professor Trelawney walked in from the shadows as usual.

The girls next to them were trembling with excitement, and the milky white light of the crystal ball illuminated their faces.

It seems that they have often dreamed of using crystal balls to divine their love - however, crystal balls are an extremely difficult category in divination.

"I have decided to take the crystal ball lesson a little earlier than originally planned." Professor Trelawney said as she sat down, with her back to the fire in the fireplace, and looked around after sitting down. "Fate has informed me that your exams in June will be related to the sphere, so I am eager to give you enough contact."

"But who came up with the question? This prophecy is really ridiculous." Ron and Harry whispered about Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney obviously heard it, and she gave Ron a hard look.

She continued, "Looking into a crystal ball is a very delicate art," she said as if in a dream. "This is your first time peering into this unfathomable sphere. I don't expect any of you to be able to do it." what did you see……"

Professor Trelawney's voice combined with the heat rising in the classroom made the students drowsy, and no one really cared what she said.

"You already knew he came back to find you." Dumbledore said firmly. Although this sentence should be a question, his tone was very firm.

"I just vaguely guessed it," Edward shrugged. "It seems like your savior doesn't trust you that much."

"He's still young." Dumbledore didn't seem to answer directly, but he seemed to have said everything. He turned to ask his own question, "Where is Black?"

"The Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade."

"What's his plan?"

"So far... he just wants to kill Peter," Edward raised his eyebrows, "Sneak into the castle and catch Peter. He doesn't seem to care about anything else."

"It's totally his character." Dumbledore tilted his head and said in disdain, "There is absolutely no plan, no consideration of the consequences, and no care about what others think."

"You can't expect his brain to be normal, after all, in that hellish place in Azkaban..." Edward pointed to his own brain, it was obvious that Black's brain was broken. "It's good that he can still remember what happened back then."

"I thought he would make some progress, at least he could help me after he comes out." Dumbledore said, he sighed, "I used to be most optimistic about James and Lily, they have always been the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix. But unfortunately—"

"The prophecy chose them."

"That's right." Dumbledore put his slender fingers into his silver hair and beard, and gently rubbed his temples. "As much as I hate it, Voldemort has to find them."

"Do you really believe in prophecies?"

"And the Longbottom family," Dumbledore said. "If the child in the prophecy is not Harry, it is Neville."

"The moment Voldemort made his decision, the child in the prophecy had already been chosen." Edward said calmly.

Prophecy... is a very nonsense thing. If the child Voldemort was looking for was Neville Longbottom, the child who survived the catastrophe might be Longbottom. As for Harry, he might grow up under the care of his parents, of course. , or possibly died at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphe Lestrange, just like Longbottom's parents.

Prophecy has always been secretly guiding everything to develop in the direction it predicts. This is how terrifying prophecies are.

The more you run away, the closer you get.

"Okay, let's talk about it." Dumbledore put down his hand and stared firmly into Edward's purple pupils.

"Ok?"

After a long silence, they both smiled at the same time.

"Is it really too deliberate?" Edward said helplessly.

"I just don't believe you would be so kind as to help him," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Edward pointed at Dumbledore with his finger, "I'm starting to hate you like this."

Dumbledore smiled quietly and did not answer.

"Okay, I promise to help him with something trivial, but important to him."

"So what is this?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

Edward looked at Dumbledore in silence.

"I have many ways to know. There is no need for you to hide it from me. Just like I have almost nothing to hide from you."

"almost?"