A Hogwarts dissertation guide

But when they learned that Professor Quirrell had suffered an unexpected attack, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's just that Professor Quirrell was attacked, and Hagrid's case hasn't been discovered yet!" Ron said, patting his chest, "After all, we all know that he is not that reliable, right?"

"A professor was attacked! What a terrible thing!" Hermione said worriedly, "Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem?"

"I suspect that he took a big fall in the Forbidden Forest." Ron said with great excitement. "It's like when Fred and George had a snowball fight when it snowed for the first time, and they also let Quirrell eat it. A lot of losses.”

"But this is different," Hermione said seriously, "I'd better ask Mr. Edward. He must know something. After all, he was the one who brought Professor Quirrell back."

"And don't let me hear you mocking poor Professor Quirrell again."

Ron shrank his neck, looking very frightened.

When Hermione had just taken two or three steps away, he said in a sinister tone: "Yeah, why don't we ask Professor Edward? He will definitely have a way." He spat secretly.

Obviously he was fighting for his good friend Harry.Ron always thought that Hermione took away Harry's light, which must have made Harry depressed.

But Harry didn't think so at all. In fact, he was very grateful to Edward and Hermione.He no longer had to be talked about behind his back wherever he went, and no one pointed at his scar and screamed - most of them focused on Hermione.But when they learned that Professor Quirrell had suffered an unexpected attack, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's just that Professor Quirrell was attacked, and Hagrid's case hasn't been discovered yet!" Ron said, patting his chest, "After all, we all know that he is not that reliable, right?"

"A professor was attacked! What a terrible thing!" Hermione said worriedly, "Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem?"

"I suspect that he took a big fall in the Forbidden Forest." Ron said with great excitement. "It's like when Fred and George had a snowball fight when it snowed for the first time, and they also let Quirrell eat it. A lot of losses.”

"But this is different," Hermione said seriously, "I'd better ask Mr. Edward. He must know something. After all, he was the one who brought Professor Quirrell back."

"And don't let me hear you mocking poor Professor Quirrell again."

Ron shrank his neck, looking very frightened.

When Hermione had just taken two or three steps away, he said in a sinister tone: "Yeah, why don't we ask Professor Edward? He will definitely have a way." He spat secretly.

Obviously he was fighting for his good friend Harry.Ron always thought that Hermione took away Harry's light, which must have made Harry depressed.

But Harry didn't think so at all. In fact, he was very grateful to Edward and Hermione.He no longer had to be talked about behind his back wherever he went, and no one pointed at his scar and screamed - most of them focused on Hermione.

"You shouldn't have said that, Ron." Harry interrupted Ron's mumbling.

"What I said is just the truth." Ron muttered.

In the office on the eighth floor, Hermione found Edward, and she looked at him curiously.

"Teacher, you must know something, right?"

"Are you referring to what happened to Professor Quirrell?" Edward stopped his quill and raised his head and asked, "I brought him back from the Forbidden Forest. Of course I know best."

"Then can you tell me what exactly happened?" Hermione asked quickly, "Of course, I promise not to tell anyone else."

"Do you think I'm someone who will reveal information casually?" Edward glared at Hermione angrily, "Don't think that I don't know what tricks you are playing, it's almost done, that's the end of it."

It was indeed over, Voldemort had been driven away, and now the castle couldn't be safer.

The reason why Edward has such a bad temper is simpler.

Dumbledore said this: "Edward, you solved my excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, which caused the students to face a very serious problem - they have no teacher. This pair of senior students are preparing for the exam." It’s a complete disaster, you’d better make this beautiful for me.”

The result is obvious. Edward is forced to take over Professor Quirrell's work. He will face significant pressure from at least 14 classes a week.

"Also, I will take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class instead of Professor Quirrell, because the poor man has to go home to recuperate for a while." Edward showed a dissatisfied expression, "I think that time is forever, we'd better pray. Bu Si can find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for you, otherwise you will face an irresponsible professor."

"You want to take Quirrell's place?" Hermione was overjoyed. "That's great. I bet the students will be excited."

"Yeah, I'm so excited." Edward sighed deeply. "Are you still working on Nick Flamel?"

"We've figured out who he is, once and for all," Hermione said happily. "The magic stone is hidden on the fourth floor, right?"

"I can't tell you this." Edward lowered his head and continued to write on it, the quill making a rustling sound across the parchment. "But I have to admit that you are indeed a very good wizard." The corners of Edward's mouth raised slightly.

"Thank you." Hermione left the office satisfied.

"Alas." Edward sighed and continued to record everything he experienced today on the parchment.

This was a good habit, as Edward's memories often got mixed up because he lived so many years.

"A good memory is worse than a bad pen, right?" Edward blew on the dry ink and forced a smile.

As for Harry, they were still worried about the Philosopher's Stone under the trap door in the corridor on the fourth floor. Even Hagrid's dragon egg did not affect their worries.

A week later, the dragon training team commissioned by Edward came and took away Hagrid's little dragon without any hindrance.Although Hagrid was very reluctant to give up, he knew better what was the better choice for Xiaolong.

That night, Hagrid's eyes filled with tears - perhaps because the dragonet had just bitten his leg.

"Okay, Hagrid, the dragon training team will escort the little dragon to Tibet, where it will thrive."

"I know, I know, but I just can't let go...after all, it's still a little furry baby!"