Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 142 Dumbledore refuses to answer your question!

Hera stared blankly at the wall. The bloody Baro had been away for more than ten minutes, and he still maintained the posture at that time.

"My identity? Isn't it the child of the Death Eaters? Bella... Could it be that mad woman and the Dark Lord?" A terrible guess suddenly popped up in Hera's mind, and then he shook his head crazily.

"How is this possible?"

"The Dark Lord is so ugly, how could he give birth to such a handsome son like me?" Hera patted her chest, throwing that unreliable thought out of her mind.

"And didn't that fellow Rodolphus say that?"

Immediately afterwards, another huge question trapped him.

"Why would the bloody Barrow know? He came here to tell me?"

Hera frowned tightly. He still couldn't figure it out. This matter was too confusing. He thought it might be necessary to ask Professor Dumbledore.

However, he didn't intend to tell Dumbledore all the information directly.

God knows how that bad old man will cheat himself!
Quickly taking out a set of clothes from the closet and changing on, Hera ran directly to the location of the principal's office in memory.

The words of the blood man Baro kept lingering in Hera's mind, "...Have you never been curious about your identity? Have you never been curious about your identity once?"

He was so absorbed in thought that he didn't even notice as he walked past the stone monster at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

He froze for a moment, looked back, only to realize that he had passed by, then returned and stopped in front of the monster.

"Jelly slugs."

The monster was motionless.

"Damn it," said Hella, glaring at it, "Dumbledore must have changed his password—but he never told me what the new password was!"

"Hard pear candy? Uh--licorice wand? Fizzy bee candy? Super Bubblegum Bubblegum? Bibi multi-flavored beans?"

Hera tried hard for the password. He had almost said all the desserts he knew, but the monster still didn't move at all.

"Who would know what that old guy likes to eat!?" Hera said angrily, resisting the urge to take out a wand from his pocket and blow it to pieces.

"Chocolate Frog!" he yelled angrily. "Sugar Quills! Siamese Catnip!"

The monster suddenly came alive and jumped aside.Hera froze.

"Siamese catnip?" Hera said in surprise. "Dumbledore likes this too?"

"Oh, I don't think I have tasted what you said - Siamese catnip, maybe I can try it when I have a chance. I just heard your voice." Dumbledore's voice came from the room, his voice was not loud, but it was enough for Hera to hear clearly.

This is just a simple application of magic power - there should be no more than twenty people in the magic world.

Hera stepped through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase as the gate closed behind him.Slowly the stairs ascended of their own accord, and brought him to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

The office door was open, and Hera walked down the escalator and tapped lightly on the door.

"Hera, what made you come to find an old man so eagerly?" Dumbledore said without raising his head while he was reading a copy of "Transfiguration Today".

Hera took a deep breath, stood in front of Dumbledore, and said with a complicated expression: "Professor, I want to ask you a question."

"Hmm!" Dumbledore turned a page, still without looking up.

"What I want to ask is whether you know my life experience. Like my parents or my family."

Dumbledore closed the book slowly, nudging his glasses with his fingers to make sure he could see Hera's expression better.

"I don't think this question is a secret, is it? As far as I know, your parents are a side branch of Slytherin. During those darkest days, they were beside Voldemort. During the struggle, they were weak and killed."

"Coco..." Hera hesitated several times, but didn't say anything about the bloody Baro.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed. He stood up while supporting the desk, walked out from behind the desk, put his hand on Hera's shoulder, and said softly, "What made you have such doubts about your identity? I know, you have always been a good boy with a strong will."

"It's nothing, maybe it's just that I've been a little free recently, and I tend to think wildly." Hera finally decided to hide the words of the blood man Baro.

Dumbledore agreed, "Yes, maybe you can help Lockhart, I get at least ten letters complaining about him every morning."

"I think this is your plan, isn't it?" Hera grinned, grinning, but the smile was quite fake.

Dumbledore could naturally hear the sarcasm in Hera's words, he shook his head and didn't explain much.

"The new password is the bloody lollipop." Dumbledore picked up the "Transfiguration Today" again, leaned on the table and continued to read.

"I see." Hera knew it was time for him to leave, even if he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Looking at the back of Hera leaving in a hurry, Dumbledore put the book on the table casually, and whispered to Fox next to him, "Pay attention to Hera, you know if there is any abnormality in him."

Fox groaned, seemingly reluctant to do the job.

It's Halloween, and Hera is suspiciously invited to Nick's death-anniversary party.Other teachers and students in the school happily participated in the Halloween banquet, and the auditorium was decorated with live bats as usual.Hagrid's huge pumpkins had been carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit inside.It was also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a dance troupe of skeletons to keep everyone entertained.

However, Hera is skeptical about this statement. In view of the current situation—the dementors are guarding around Hogwarts, Hera doesn't think that Fudge will agree to Dumbledore's invitation to the skeleton dance troupe, and he will not even allow anyone except Hogwarts teachers and students to approach the castle.

Hera hesitated in the office for a long time, and finally changed into her most solemn cloak. It was an expensive cloak with dark green patterns, and the cloak was edged with gold thread, which looked extremely luxurious.

At seven o'clock Hera walked out of the office and walked straight through the doorway that led into the crowded auditorium.There were lights and festoons, candles flickering, and gold plates on the table, very inviting, but Hera went in the direction of the dungeon anyway.

The aisle leading to Sir Nicholas's death-day party was already lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were dark, thin candles, burning with a bluish gleam that looked sinister even on Hera's handsome, lively face.

　Hey Yigu!
　　Too difficult too difficult!

　　Life is such a hard job!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)