Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 259 All for the Dark Lord
"Darkness has come." Nick Flamel was leaning on the sofa, still holding a bottle of brandy in his hand, drunk, while Manglan hid behind the door, looking worriedly at its owner through the crack of the door.

"Hahaha, Dumbledore, what are you going to do? Is it like your plan?" Nick laughed and said, then lowered his head, a little frustrated, "I know, you can, you always can."

Far away in the Riddle Mansion in Little Hangleton, the conversation continued.

"A potion made of unicorn blood and Nagini's venom. I have such an almost human body." Voldemort's story is basically finished, and Hera got everything he wanted.

It seems that so far, the Dark Lord doesn't know the Horcrux he relies on for his last days, and he only thinks that his little experiment of immortality has played a role.

So to put it this way-I can use Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, and then use Harry Potter to kill Voldemort?
Hera hung her head, Occlumency was running wildly, no one could guess what he was thinking.

"The Triwizard Tournament, I think it will be a very good opportunity. He is well protected, even though he may not even know it." Hera's voice was very low, and she looked mysterious and cold in the dark room.

"Of course he doesn't know. A long time ago, when Dumbledore was considering arranging the boy's future, he specially designed a protection plan. He used an ancient magic to ensure that the boy would be protected as long as he was under the care of his relatives. Even I couldn't touch him. I thought the Quidditch World Cup would be a good opportunity"

"He'll be less protected there, I suppose, away from his kin and Dumbledore, but I haven't the power to snatch him from a whole horde of Ministry wizards."

"Where are you too?" Hera whispered, and Voldemort said it as if he saw it with his own eyes, and he couldn't help sweating from the back.

The fire in the fireplace shone gloomy on Voldemort's face, "Of course, I watched you take my faithful servant away from the bushes."

"I admire your greatness." Hera felt flustered. He didn't expect Voldemort and Wormtail to be there that day, and he couldn't imagine what would have greeted him if he hadn't written to Voldemort.

Maybe it's a bleak green Avada Kedavra, maybe it's a horrible burst of Cruciatus
"You are very good, Hera, I have always been optimistic about you, it has nothing to do with your surname, I know, we are the same kind of people, we have all been underestimated, we are not willing to give in. We want to hold our destiny in our own hands." Voldemort's voice became ethereal, clearly still the same broken gong.

"That's why I will follow the Lord." Hera lowered her head, knowing that this was the moment for him to show his loyalty.

Voldemort laughed loudly, "Don't be so restrained, my child. You must remember one thing, power is power, and only with power can you have the power to judge others' life and death."

"Yes, my lord," said Hera.

Next, they were secretly planning how to attack Barty Crouch and specific matters in the Triwizard Tournament.

Nick Flamel waved his hand, and the picture in the crystal ball dissipated like smoke, "Oh, you're still on this path after all."

Prophecy is a very magical magic. No one has ever known that Nick Flamel is also very good at prophecy in addition to alchemy, but he has never told anyone about his prophecy. Prophecy is an established fact that cannot be distorted or changed. The best way to know the prophecy is to pretend to be completely ignorant of its existence.

This is the experience of Nick Flamel for more than 600 years.

At the same time, in Nurmengard Castle in Austria, an old man with dirty and messy hair laughed loudly, and he drew a trace on the wall with his fingers.

"Successor, I am waiting for that day."

It can be seen that there are already two scratches before that mark, and it can be easily judged that they must have been drawn a long time ago.

The attack on Mr. Barty Crouch was very simple, all thanks to Barty Jr.'s understanding of his father. It can even be said that he knew his father's situation well. When Hera and Wormtail used Animagus to sneak into Mr. Crouch's bedroom, he was sitting at the desk correcting the papers as expected.

It was just a simple Imperius Curse, and Wormtail controlled Crouch. This was not a difficult task, and what they were about to face next would be the biggest problem.

The day of school had arrived, and Hera returned to Beauxbatons. At the opening ceremony, Mrs. Maxim announced that she would lead all students above grade six to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament at the end of October this year, and all competitions and activities in the school would be put on hold for the time being.

Hera was actually quite curious about how Madame Maxime planned to bring so many students to Hogwarts. After all, it was not a short journey from France to England. Although there was Apparition, it was still inconvenient.

"We will go to Hogwarts in a carriage drawn by a rune horse. In order to better deal with the various situations of the competition, I hope you can cheer up." Madam Maxim slapped her palm heavily on the table, making a loud noise, and all the little wizards, including the teachers, nodded subconsciously.

"Very good." Mrs. Maxim said, "Students above the sixth grade, in these two months, you will undergo a training that will make you completely new. This is different from the past, and everything is for the honor of Beauxbaton."

"For Beauxbaton's honor." All the people in the auditorium whispered these words, including Hera, even though he knew that Beauxbaton would never win the Triwizard Tournament.

Because according to the plan, Barty Jr. and Hera would push Harry step by step to the championship position of the Triwizard Tournament, and Barty Jr. didn't mind personally killing a few brave men in the last event—even though Hera strongly opposed it.

This will expose them!

"For the Dark Lord!" At least that's what Barty Jr. said.

"You want to die, don't pull me." Hera replied like this, but it's a pity that she didn't say it in person, otherwise Little Barty's face would be very good-looking.

The training days were in full swing, and Hera also had to seriously teach Defense Against the Dark Arts—in order to last for a few seconds in front of Little Barty.

Hera's office, just finished extracurricular tutoring for Fu Rong.

"Professor, do you know how they choose the brave man for the Triwizard Tournament?"

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(End of this chapter)