Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 272 The first project Beauxbaton is stable!
"I think I must have messed up, I should believe you." Hagrid rubbed his hands embarrassedly, and he lowered his head and whispered into Hera's ear, "The first item is—"

Hera's eyes widened, shocked by Hagrid's content.

"How is this possible?" Hera's voice trembled a little, "How dare they let the students face the fire dragon alone!?"

"That's the truth." Hagrid shrugged helplessly. "So I hope Harry will give up the competition in the first event. He obviously doesn't have the ability to fight against the fire dragon alone, and he even has to complete the task."

"Okay, Hagrid, thank you very much for your information, I think Harry is busy." Hera patted Hagrid's big belly. "I'll go back first, it's getting late, and I have to go find Mrs. Maxim."

"Madame Maxime?" Hagrid's face was flushed, and he only noticed the name Hera said.

A quick smile flashed across Hera's face, "Hagrid, you like her, don't you?"

"I didn't!" Hagrid retorted stiffly.

"Then why did you deliberately put on new clothes yesterday and wear so much cologne?" Hera said in a low voice, and Hagrid's face turned even redder.

"I just feel that something needs to be changed, so I can't embarrass Hogwarts in front of Beauxbatons." Hagrid replied hesitantly, but Hera already understood his feelings.

This guy Hagrid is definitely in love.

Thinking about it, Hagrid with such a huge body is destined to have a hard time having a normal relationship - no woman likes a man twice her height, right?
It was definitely a godsend opportunity for Hagrid to meet such a suitable Mrs. Maxim.

Unfortunately, the biggest problem between Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime is their identities. As the headmaster of Beauxbatons, how could Mrs. Maxime be with the gamekeeper at Hogwarts?

This is destined to be a difficult love.

Hera patted Hagrid on the stomach and let out a long sigh.He was almost ready to leave, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a noise.

It's Gryffindor and Slytherin, here for Care of Fantastic Beasts.Hagrid took over the position of Professor Kettleburn last year. He resigned because of his age. This is definitely good news for Harry and others, but it is not so wonderful for Slytherin students.

In fact, this is not good news for Harry and the others—Hagrid always finds some dangerous magical creatures as textbooks for his classes, such as the Blast-tailed snails he just bred this summer.

"Ah! Look, guys, this is the Warrior," Draco said as he walked into Hagrid's cabin, and Hagrid blocked Hera so that he didn't see her.He turned to his two stupid minions and said, "Do you have his autograph book? Better get him to sign it, I doubt he'll be here long. Half the Triwizard Tournament warriors are dead Potter. How long do you think you'll live? I'd guess 10 minutes into the first event."

His two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, smirked flatteringly, but Draco had to stop there as Hera stepped grimly from behind Hagrid, staring Draco hard.

Hagrid noticed that the atmosphere had become grim, and quickly picked up a large pile of crumbling boxes from the ground. He tried to change the topic, "The reason why the snails kill each other is because they have nowhere to spend their energy. To solve this problem, I want each of you to tie a snail with a rope and take it for a walk."

Hera shrugged helplessly, it seemed that she couldn't bother Hagrid here anymore - he was about to start class.

Well, Hera was just afraid that Hagrid would give him a Whelk too, and ask him to take them for a walk - that would be horrible!

After Hera bid farewell to Hagrid, she hurried to Beauxbaton's big blue carriage next to her. There was a coat of arms printed on the door: two golden crossed wands, each with three stars popping out. He knocked lightly on the door, and the door opened.

"Hera, what do you want?" Madame Maxime was reading a magazine, which seemed to be the latest witchcraft periodical.

Hera quickly walked to the chair next to Madam Maxim and sat down, before she even had time to explain.

"Huh? Hera, did you find out something?" Madam Maxim suddenly became interested and threw the journal aside. She lowered her head so that she could hear Hera's voice better.

"I just came back from Hagrid." Hera lowered her voice, and only halfway through speaking, she saw Madam Maxime's olive-colored face instantly turn red, almost as bright as Hagrid.

"Ahem." Madam Maxim coughed lightly, "You don't need to tell me these private matters. I am more concerned about the first project. We still don't know anything about it. The Hogwarts warriors must already know the content of the project."

"Uh, but what I want to talk about is the content of the first project." Hera looked at the blushing Mrs. Maxim, and for a moment didn't even know what to say.

"I've just come back from Hagrid, and I've got good news and bad news," said Hera.

Madam Maxim raised her eyebrows and signaled Hera to continue. She didn't have the temper to accompany Hera to guess riddles.

"The bad news is that the Hogwarts warriors already know the content of the first project." Hera said, Madam Maxime's expression suddenly became ugly.

"I knew that Dumbledore would definitely give his students special privileges." Madame Maxime slapped her hand on the table angrily, making a loud noise, and the students who were still in the carriage all cast their gazes over.

"Read your books." Madame Maxime shouted loudly, and the loud sound echoed in the carriage.

Hera paused, swallowed, and continued: "The good news is that I also know the content of the first project, from Hagrid's mouth."

"But he didn't even tell me!" Mrs. Maxim's focus was obviously different, but she lowered her volume this time—it's just that, compared to her size, her voice was basically similar to that of ordinary people.

"The content of the first project is - the fire dragon." Hera leaned close to Madam Maxim's ear, and he had to stand up from the chair.

Mrs. Maxim's brows were tightly locked together, "Fire dragon? It's just the first project, do we need to use fire dragon? The difficulty of the Triwizard Tournament is really high."

"The specific task is still unclear, but the first project, the warriors will have to face the fire dragon." Hera said firmly, he was confident that Hagrid would not joke with him on this kind of thing.

"It looks like we need to make some preparations." Madame Maxim thought.

Hera nodded, "If it's just to fight the fire dragon, I know a simple little spell." He and Madam Maxim's eyes met instantly.

"Eye sickness curse!" The two said in unison.

The two looked at each other and smiled, holding hands together.

Hera's life in the next few days was relatively comfortable, but compared to his easy life, Harry was much more difficult. These few days can be said to be the most difficult days for Harry at Hogwarts.I remember that during the few months in the second grade, many students in the school suspected that he had attacked their classmates. At that time, his life was almost as sad as it is now, but at that time, Ron was on his side.

Harry's simple little head thought that as long as Ron was still his good friend, he could handle the rest of the school no matter what, but Ron was obviously angry with him during this time-Ron thought Harry wanted to show off and put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Of course, Ron definitely didn't think so, but he was always by Harry's side and was ignored by others, and now that Harry was selected as a Hogwarts hero, he couldn't swallow it no matter what. Although he was a bit stupid, he was not completely brainless.

The only people Harry could turn to were probably Hermione, Hagrid, and Hera.But resentment and dissatisfaction poured in on him from all directions, and he felt very alone.

Harry could understand Hufflepuff's attitude, even though he didn't like it, they were more supportive of Cedric.But Slytherin.
Harry had known for a long time that they would only give him vicious insults - he was extremely unpopular with Slytherins, and always had been.

But there was one fact that Hera knew all too well: Cedric did look more of a warrior than Harry, even though Harry's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was their fault.

In the past two days, Hera has been trying to find Barty Jr., but he seems to be entangled by Harry. Harry will always find Hera precisely when there is no class, and pester him to tell how lonely and painful he is.

Finally, while Harry was going to Potions class, Hera sneaked into Barty Jr.'s office on the third floor - this used to be his office.

The office used to be so tidy, whether it was Hera or Lupine, it was always clean and tidy.But Barty Jr. changed all that.

On his desk was what looked like a large cracked glass top, which Hera recognized immediately as a looking glass, since he had one himself, though much smaller than Moody's.In the corner of a small table sat an odd object that looked a bit like a golden TV antenna, but twisted so badly that it hummed softly.A mirror-like thing was hung on the opposite wall, but it did not reflect the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling around, but they were all blurry and unrecognizable.

"No way, the real Moody is in the box, the black magic detector and the looking glass can always detect me, I have to destroy them all." Little Barty said, he has been carefully looking at Hera.

"I don't think this is a problem. You imitate it very much. It's not difficult for you, is it?" Hera said lightly, and he sat across the table from Little Barty.

"Of course, I dare say Dumbledore will never doubt me." Little Barty laughed triumphantly, licking the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

"How's Moody? Is he still alive?" Hera looked at the big box under the window, which had seven keyholes in a row.

"Of course, I feed him some milk every day, and torture him from time to time to ask his details." Little Barty let out a hoarse dry laugh, and the magic eye rolled so fast that Hera felt disgusted looking at it.

"Then—" Hera clenched the wand in her pocket and took it out suddenly, "Forget it all!"

Even in his dreams, little Barty never imagined that Hera would attack him. Fortunately, he has been emphasizing "stay vigilant" with his students.

Hera looked at Moody with upturned eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and cast another spell on the door, he needed some time, and no one could see what he did to Moody.

He wanted to modify Barty Jr.'s memory, erase his own existence from his memory, and completely hide his identity. He really couldn't believe that Barty Jr. was a lunatic. He knew it as early as when they attacked the real Moody together.

Deleting a memory can easily be seen as a problem, especially in front of Dumbledore, the greatest wizard alive.But to modify a piece of memory, as long as they make them logical, even if some memories are missing, Barty Jr. will make them up by himself.Although it takes more time and energy.

Hera's wand was aimed at Barty Jr., carefully sorting out Barty Jr.'s memory, and gently erasing his own traces. It was Voldemort and Wormtail who took the initiative to find him. They extracted the existence of Barty Jr. from Bertha Jorkins. They took the initiative to attack Barty Crouch and liberated Barty Jr.

He only needs to modify such a small fragment, and then delete his own figure in the subsequent memory, then Hera's plan will be completed.

pat!

Hera snapped her fingers, touched the spell at the door, and broke the forgetting spell. Little Barty's eyes became clear, but he was very vigilant.

"Why are you here? What just happened?" He pulled out his wand excitedly, like an old madman, perfectly imitating the real Moody's reaction.

Hera chuckled and pushed the wand away from Batty Jr., "Professor Moody, I'm here to discuss the first project with you. Don't you really know what the first project is?"

"How could I know? This is a top secret, you should never use such a crooked mind, I won't tell you." Little Barty said crazily, his voice was rough.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest." Hera got up and left the office directly, leaving Moody alone and confused.

Next, he would go to Voldemort to vent his breath, and Voldemort must not let his mouth slip, even though he had already greeted Voldemort before.

But Voldemort is not the old lady who lives next door, he will do what you say.

That's Voldemort!

A pretentious bastard who single-handedly set off the existence of a haze that enveloped the entire British wizarding world.

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