Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 198 Epilogue 2
"It's amazing," he said softly.Hera thought he was praising herself, but the next words instantly broke his thoughts. "Needless to say, he is probably the most outstanding student Hogwarts has ever seen." He turned around, holding the diary in his hand and pondering.

"I think this might be—one of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

"One?" Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Why do you think so?" He seemed very interested in Hera's words. He believed that Hera was definitely not lost for nothing, and there must be his reasons.

"Voldemort is so arrogant, he will definitely ignore the disadvantages of losing Horcruxes. He is crazy about immortality. He may have made dozens of Horcruxes." Hera said indifferently, which was also his true inner thoughts.

"By the way, professor, do you really not know my life experience?" Seeing Dumbledore's pensive expression again, Hera couldn't help asking aloud.This question has troubled him for too long.

Dumbledore put down the diary, his blue eyes gleamed with a faint blue light, "I think, you asked the wrong person this question, the situation was very chaotic at that time, no one noticed where there was an extra little wizard, but don't you have any memories of your childhood?"

Hera hesitated for a moment, "In fact, my memory only remembers that I was brought to Bellatrix, and then I was taken away by the house elf. Even if Voldemort fell, I never saw her again. Until the house elf who raised me died, it was my 11th birthday, and not long after that, I entered Hogwarts."

"Then maybe we can only ask Bellatrix." Dumbledore made a long voice and sighed, looking very helpless.

Hera shook her head, "She has gone crazy in Azkaban."

"Then maybe this is an unanswered secret," said Dumbledore. "Sometimes who we are is not the key to our success, is it?"

"Maybe, but I'm Lestrange, in the wizarding world." Hera hesitated, looking at Dumbledore uneasily, "And I'm also a Parseltongue. As we all know, this ability is only possessed by Slytherin blood. I may belong to Voldemort."

"Hera!" Dumbledore put his hand on Hera's shoulder. "As I said just now, no one will care about your origin. What I care about is your choice. Whether you have betrayed the light and whether you are worthy of your own heart. As far as I know, you have always had your own firm belief. This is one of the reasons why I am willing to hand over the position of acting headmaster to you."

"I thought you were because I was the only one there."

"How is it possible? I guessed about Fudge a long time ago, even though Malfoy caused me some trouble." Dumbledore's voice was very powerful, and it was only at this time that people remembered that he was the White Devil King who had stood for a hundred years in the wizarding world, not a bad old man who only ate candy.

"As for the fact that you are a Parseltongue, I don't think it's a problem. Sometimes it can help a lot, doesn't it?" Dumbledore laughed. "And I heard that your Animagus is a snake. It's not surprising that you can speak Parseltongue, right?" Dumbledore blinked.

Hera nodded with a wry smile, "I think you're right."

"Believe me, Hera," Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "I can still make a correct judgment on this matter."

"Perhaps I am really a descendant of Voldemort. After all, Voldemort is the last heir of Salazar Slytherin. If I am not mistaken, I am very likely to be." Hera said in a disheartened tone. Even though he had guessed it early, when the truth was in front of him, it was still difficult for him to accept.

He didn't want to be Voldemort's psychotic offspring.

Shoot the first bird, the more prominent the status, the faster the death.

"I don't think this is really important." Dumbledore was a little irritable, and he repeated.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"But."

"No buts."

"Ok."

Neither of them spoke for a moment, then Dumbledore opened a desk drawer and took out a quill and a bottle of ink.

"Hera, you haven't recovered yet. You'd better go back to the school hospital and get a good night's sleep. And I'm here to write a letter to Azkaban—should have our gamekeeper come back. I'll also write a recruitment invitation," he said thoughtfully. "We need a new teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. My God, the teacher of this class is exhausted, isn't it?"

Hera stood up and walked towards the door.He had just grasped the doorknob when the door was suddenly slammed open and bounced against the wall behind.

Arthur Weasley stood there, looking absurd and angry.

"Good evening, Arthur, calm down," said Dumbledore pleasantly.

Arthur dashed into the room, nearly knocking Hera over.

"Mr. Dumbledore, what happened? Why is Percy in St. Mungo's? I just came back from overtime and heard that something happened to my son?" Arthur fixed his eyes on Dumbledore and said, "Percy has always followed the rules. He doesn't look like a Weasley, but he has always been the most obedient."

"Arthur, calm down, some things are a long story, let me tell you slowly, okay?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Okay, Dumbledore, let me hear what's going on." Arthur found a chair and sat down decadently. He looked very sloppy, with thick bags under his eyes hanging down his face, greasy hair, and messy clothes.

"Mr. Weasley, I think there are some things that you really need to listen to Professor Dumbledore, and how you educate your children. Do you know how much trouble he caused?" Hera couldn't help it, and said.

"Did Percy get into any trouble?" Arthur stretched his head, he was afraid of hearing bad news from Dumbledore.

"Uh, it's really nothing." Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, "Hera, go back and rest quickly."

"Professor Dumbledore, you have to know that I will be angry too. Weasley is targeting me." Hera angrily yelled at Dumbledore. He was leaving Hogwarts anyway, so he didn't have to take Dumbledore too seriously—I believe Dumbledore would understand him.

"So—what the hell did he do? He's the most disciplined kid in our family!"

"Follow the rules? He opened the secret room, released the basilisk, and attacked how many students? You have the face to tell me that he follows the rules!?"

(End of this chapter)