Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 256 Voldemort's Reply
Hera and Penello returned directly to Black's old house. Of course, Penello probably will never know that there is an interrogation room in Black's old house.

Barty Crouch Jr. was inside right now, and he didn't even make a sound—after all, he had passed out, which made Hera very relieved.

"Have they been caught?" Penello asked. "The ones who conjured up that terrible mark?"

"I don't think so." Hera thought for a while. The culprit was all upstairs. What would the Ministry of Magic catch?

Probably lonely!

"Is there any clue? This year feels destined to not be an ordinary year." Penello frowned, tears falling like bead curtains.

"A house-elf was spotted holding Harry's wand, which was Winky in the top box, but who conjured that mark, no one knows," Hera said.

Penello was shocked, "Sparkle? I thought she was a very timid elf, how dare she?"

"Actually, I don't think she made it." Hera said softly, wiping the tears off Penello's face with a tissue.

Hera told Penello exactly what happened in the woods, of course, only since he met Harry Potter.

"That's really scary," Penello frowned, she finally couldn't cry anymore, she just sobbed softly, "What the hell does that mark mean? Why is everyone making such a fuss?"

"That's the symbol of the mysterious man, Penello." Hera said softly, "I haven't seen him for many years, and people are naturally very nervous. It's almost like seeing the mysterious man again."

Hera thought to herself, "If you knew that I had met Voldemort, you would be too scared to cry."

"I don't understand," Penello said, frowning. "I mean, after all, it's just a shadow in midair."

"Every time You-Know-Who and his disciples kill someone, they display the Dark Mark in the air," Hera said. "But whoever conjured it up must have done the Ministry a great favor. I bet the Death Eaters ran away as soon as they saw it."

"The believers of the mysterious man? What do they want to do? What's the point of that?" Penello asked puzzled.

Hera laughed dryly, "The meaning? I don't think they know it themselves. If they are really believers of the mysterious man, they will definitely go to Albania to find the trace of the mysterious man. I don't think it is difficult. It is not a secret."

"You mean, the mysterious man... he didn't die at all?" Penello shrank into Hera's arms in fright.

Hera sighed, and said slowly: "I think so, I don't know if it's me, including Dumbledore and Minister Fudge, they all think so - that night, he was just backlashed by magic, he lost all his power, and was forced to flee England. He is definitely lurking in a corner to accumulate strength, waiting to make a comeback again."

"That's really terrible." Penello let out a long sigh of relief, and hugged Hera's waist tightly.

Hera patted Penello lightly on the back, and after about a few minutes, a slight snoring sound gradually came from her arms.

"Ha, I guess you must be exhausted tonight." Hera said with a smile, he carefully picked up Penello, put her on the bed in the bedroom, and lay down gently next to her, covering himself and Penello with blankets.

"Good night, Penello."

Hera lay on his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and after a long time, he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

After only sleeping for a few hours, Hera got up from the bed. He picked up a quill and wrote on the parchment, illuminated by the morning light and the not-so-bright oil lamp.

"Dear Lord Dark Lord, I am sorry to disturb your rest at this time. I think there is a piece of good news that will definitely make you feel happy physically and mentally. I have found your faithful believer—Barty Crouch Jr. I wonder if you know what happened at the Quidditch World Cup last night. The person who cast the Dark Mark was Barty Jr. He still follows and believes in you and wants to contribute to our great cause. I have placed him in the old house of Black. Take him to your side at any time. - Faithful Hera."

Then he tied the letter to the owl's foot, "Go, and take my message."

After finishing these things, the sun has risen.Penello hugged Hera's waist from behind Hera.

"Why did you get up so early?"

"What happened last night is still a little shocking. I can't imagine what will happen to you if you encounter something bad and I'm not by your side." Hera gently stroked Penello's long chestnut hair and said softly.

Penello smiled slightly, "I'm fine, I take care of myself."

"Fortunately, there was no accident." Hera breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief. "However, I estimate that I will be busy in a short time, and school will start in a week. I will pick you up to Beauxbatons then. We will not go to Hogwarts until the end of October. Before that, you should not be busy with anything. Believe me, I can handle it all."

"Hmm." Penello nodded obediently. She knew that Hera had been very busy these days. The Dark Mark was not a trivial matter. He might be busy between Principal Dumbledore and Madame Maxime for a long time.

It wasn't until noon, when the owl flew back, that Hera proposed to send Penello home—he didn't open it in a hurry, but waited until Penello was sent away to think about the next thing.Fortunately, Penello didn't resist at all, and returned home obediently.

As soon as Hera sent Penello away, she rushed back to Black's old house and spread the letter on the owl's leg on the table.

"Riddle House, Little Hangleton Village."

There was only such an address on the letter, and after Hera memorized the address in her heart, she threw the note into the fireplace. Watching the note turn into ashes and the air above the fire billowing and rising, Hera let out a long sigh.

Putting on the most common and unobtrusive standard cheap cloak, Hera's figure disappeared into Black's old house.

The Riddle Mansion is located on a hillside, and the entire village can be seen from here.Several windows of the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and ivy crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws.

The Riddle Hall, once a very handsome mansion, the largest and grandest building for miles around, was now damp, desolate, and perennially unoccupied.
　Thanks to the 1500 point reward from the curly-haired baboon of the squid family, the new year can be off to a good start, which is so exciting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)