Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 194
"Hahaha." Riddle laughed maniacally, "You are one step late, you are already too late, I have already been resurrected."

Riddle's body became clear and solid, his existence was no longer as illusory as before, but existed like a real person.

"What do you mean?" Professor McGonagall had a straight face. She was protecting Percy who was behind him, her life and death were unknown. The arm holding the wand trembled violently. For some reason, she had an ominous premonition.

It was as if something in my heart had suddenly collapsed.

Riddle's next words confirmed her guess.

"What do I mean?" Riddle swayed a wanton smile on his sickly white face, "I mean, Percy will never wake up again, your Dark Lord Voldemort has returned."

Everyone's expressions changed suddenly, and Harry, who was hiding outside, was even shaken several times and almost fell to the ground.

What did he hear?
Voldemort, the most terrifying Dark Lord in the wizarding world is back?

And it is precisely the senior Tom who he regards as kind and understanding.

He hid behind the stone pillar, clenched his fist silently, God knows how much he wanted to stand up and punch that guy in the face hard!
Hera lowered her head, and while the situation was tense, he had unknowingly touched the position next to Riddle.

"Hera Lestrange!" Snape's thunderous voice startled Professor Flitwick, almost knocking him unconscious on the ground. "What are you doing?"

Hera's expression became very strange. He slowed down his steps, looked at Riddle, and then turned to the direction of Professor McGonagall and Snape. Finally, his expression became firm and he nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, I think I know where I should be standing. Riddle Dark Lord may know my background. I am a Parseltongue, there is no doubt about it." Hera said bitterly, her left hand hidden in the cloak tightly grasped the small pocket.

"It's a wise move, Hera, you're always welcome here." Riddle didn't look surprised, as if he knew that he would make such a choice a long time ago.

Through the descriptions of Lockhart and Percy, he had known Hera's character early on, and Hera would definitely judge the situation in due course.

As for what attacked him before, Riddle, as the Dark Lord, still possesses these qualities. He is very interested in Hera, who is also a Parseltongue. He believes that as long as he trains a little, Hera will definitely be a very capable subordinate under him.

"My honor, Lord Dark Lord." Hera bowed slightly, which made Professor McGonagall's eye sockets burst into flames.

"Hera!" she roared angrily in a low voice, "I thought you could see the situation clearly, but I didn't expect you to be such a villain."

"Professor McGonagall, I don't think this is something shameful." Hera moved slightly to Riddle's side, and he was already close to the statue of Slytherin.

"That's good, Hera." Voldemort's palm patted on Hera's shoulder, and the warm palm made Hera feel a little dazed.

"I don't think this is a hard judgment to make." Hera bowed her head in greeting, his blue eyes were shining, but unfortunately no one could see it.

A satisfied smile appeared on Voldemort's face. He turned his head and continued to look at Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. He raised his head slightly and looked at them with his chin, "Are you still planning to resist?"

"I think, even if Hera must have lost his mind, even if he passes by, it's still our advantage." Snape said coldly, the tip of his wand was already aimed at Hera, and as soon as Professor McGonagall gave an order, he was ready to cast a curse to let Hera know the fate of the traitor.

And Harry, who had witnessed all this, looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't believe that in just a few breaths, Hera immediately changed sides and stood beside Riddle.

"Hera! How could you—" Harry jumped out, pointing at Hera and shouting, "How could you help Voldemort? He's a big devil!"

Riddle tilted his head and looked at Hera with interest. He really wanted to know how Hera would respond to the savior's question.

"I think if it wasn't Professor Dumbledore who won the victory back then, then his evaluation in the history books would not be very good." Hera said calmly, nodding her wand casually, and saw a few ropes jumping out of nowhere, binding Harry firmly, and tightly bound him to the stone pillar.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then turned around reassuringly, facing the face of the tall Slytherin stone statue hidden in the darkness, and continued to hiss: "Speak to me, Slytherin—the Hogwarts Big Four"

Taking advantage of the time when Riddle was communicating with the basilisk, Hera quickly took out the Gryffindor sword from his pocket, aimed at the diary on the ground, and inserted it straight into the center of the diary.

With a terrible, sustained, ear-piercing scream, jets of ink spurted violently from the diary, trickling down Hera's hand to the floor.Young Voldemort twisted and struggled, flailing his arms and screaming, before he disappeared.

At the same time, Hera also fell to the ground.

When he took out the Gryffindor sword from his pocket, Snape uttered a spell quickly. If Hera hadn't twisted his body abruptly, the spell might have cut off the head on his neck.

However, Snape's curse was definitely not so easy to escape. As a price, Hera sacrificed an arm.At this moment, it has fallen powerlessly aside.

"Hera!" Professor Flitwick screamed, and ran towards Hera quickly, but Snape was faster than him. He picked up the arm that fell aside, and gently placed it on Hera's wound, muttering some incantations, and the wound slowly healed.

Blood flowed all over the place.

Hera suffered from excessive pain, coupled with excessive blood loss, and passed out directly.

"Hera, I've known for a long time that your position has always been firm." Professor McGonagall said softly, but her face was a little red, and Snape and Professor Flitwick glanced at her strangely, as if she was the one who scolded Hera for betraying just now
It's a pity that Hera couldn't hear these things. Before he passed out, he only felt one thing—it hurts so much!You must not be so reckless next time!
He's in the dark, down, down, down, down
A golden thing flashed above his head, it was Jin Gallon!

He tried to grab it, but his arms were too heavy to lift.He blinked, and it turned out that it wasn't Jin Gallon at all, which made him a little disappointed.

It was a pair of glasses, how strange.

He blinked his eyes vigorously again, and gradually emerged in front of his eyes.
(End of this chapter)