Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 118 Unlucky Arthur

"Don't do it, Arthur, don't do it!" screamed Mrs. Weasley.

The twins yelled, "Hit him, hit him, Daddy!"

The crowd backed away in panic, hitting quite a few bookshelves.

The clerk exclaimed helplessly: "Gentlemen, please—please."

Then there was another loud voice, which directly overwhelmed all the voices, "Break off, gentlemen, get off—"

But none of this had anything to do with Hera, who didn't want to get involved in the feud between Weasley and Malfoy.

He directly found an empty alley, and an apparition returned to Tulip Manor.

"Hera, you have to remember, don't trust Dumbledore." Nick was holding the teacup, and the black tea in it exuded a burst of aroma.

"Remember your teaching." Hera nodded, "Thank you for your hospitality for two months, and I am almost ready to leave."

Hera just felt that the summer vacation ended too soon, and this month was simply his happiest time, immersed in the ocean of knowledge.For any magic experiment, Mang Lan prepared the materials for him, and he didn't even need to spend a single Galleon.

Thinking of the time when she was in the smuggling business, Hera couldn't help but envy Nick Flamel.

On the last night, Manglan really did his best, and Nick ate a few rare bites, which was in stark contrast to his usual appearance.

It's just that Hera still hasn't seen Mrs. Perenal in Dumbledore's mouth.

"Mr. Nick," Hera held the knife and fork, looked at the top imported steak in front of her with some hesitation, and still couldn't help asking Nick, "I haven't seen Mrs. Perenal for so long. Has she traveled far away?"

"Her." Nick made a long voice, and glanced at the TV with some gloomy eyes. It was bustling with a love story during the war. He sighed and said slowly: "She is going to face a new journey."

"A new journey?"

Hera looked at Nick suspiciously, and was about to say something more when she suddenly felt someone tug on the side of the cloak.

He lowered his head, and Manglan was standing under the table, tears were about to overflow from his big eyes, he put his finger in front of his lips, and made a booing gesture to stop Hera from continuing.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Nick waved his hand, and the dinner plate in front of him disappeared.

"Hera, you must remember, don't trust Dumbledore." Nick emphasized the previous words again.

Hera had heard this sentence no less than ten times in the past two days, and he almost suspected that Nick was going to suffer from Alzheimer's.

"Okay, sir, I see." Hera replied with a sigh. Naturally, he didn't dare to trust Dumbledore completely. How could he trust a White Lord who defeated two generations of Dark Lords?

Especially after reading Dumbledore's memory, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were lovers back then!
He can do it all?
After drinking the hot cocoa in front of him, Hera bid farewell to Nick and went straight back to the room to sleep. Tomorrow, he would face the brat, and he needed to take a good rest to prevent himself from jumping and cursing on the first day.

When the scene changed, Harry's past month was not pleasant.

As he was about to leave Diagon Alley with the Weasleys, just as he was about to floo powder and return to the Burrow, a group of Aurors appeared behind him.

"Nice to meet you, Harry," said a voice.Before Harry could turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, Minister Fudge, why are you here?" Arthur's voice was a little surprised.

"Oh, of course it's for our Harry." Fudge waved his hand a little irritably, "Okay, I'm glad you brought Harry here, but he and I must go to the Leaky Cauldron now."

Fudge increased the pressure on Harry's shoulders, and Harry found himself being dragged away from the fireplace by him.

Arthur wasn't even given a chance to question it.

Harry saw Arthur whispering something to a dark-skinned and bald wizard, and then—

Fudge blocked his view.

Pushed all the way into the Leaky Cauldron.A stooped figure with a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar. It was Tom, the wrinkled, toothless proprietor Harry knew.

When he and Hagrid went to Diagon Alley, it was through the back door.

"You've found him, Minister!" said Tom. "What would you like? Beer? Brandy?"

"Maybe a pot of tea," said Fudge, still holding on to Harry.

There was a sound of dragging and puffing behind them, and the Weasleys appeared, carrying the books they had just bought at Lihen Bookstore, and they looked in Harry's direction suspiciously.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Ron asked, pointing at Harry and Fudge beside him.

Harry spread his hands, he didn't know much more than Ron, and he didn't even know the name of the man beside him, so he was taken to the Leaky Cauldron just like that.

"Master, please let me ask a question, Harry?" Arthur licked his lips and stood up and asked.

Fudge said bluntly to old Tom: "A private room, Tom."

Then, he turned his head to Arthur and said angrily, "I don't think you will forget that that man, Harry, is not safe, and you let him live in your house, just in case—what if something happens to Harry?"

"Actually, I feel that life at the Burrow is so good that there won't be any accidents." Harry muttered softly, and Fudge could clearly hear him, but he ignored Harry's attitude and directly pushed hard on Harry's back.

"Okay, go up, I'll explain to you later."

"Goodbye," said Harry pitifully to the Weasleys, as Tom motioned Harry to leave the bar and go down the aisle.

Harry walked along the aisle and looked back at them. Fudge was pointing his finger at Mr. Weasley's chest, yelling something very angrily.

Arthur lowered his head in embarrassment. He didn't want to show such an expression in front of his children, but... this is life. In order to support his family, he had to face such a terrible boss.

Fudge didn't speak for long, he caught up with Harry in a few steps, and he pressed Harry's shoulder hard, forcing Harry to follow Tom's lantern down the narrow passage, and they entered a small booth.

Tom snapped his fingers, and a fire was kindled in the grate; he bowed, and went away.

"Sit down, Harry," said Fudge, pointing to a chair by the fire path.

This is really a strange thing, it is clearly the weather in early August, but there is actually a fire in the fireplace here.

Well, when I used Floo powder before, the flame in the fireplace was burning.

　Thank you for the 100-point reward from the Hand of the African Chief! ! !
　　The reward after so many days is really exciting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)