Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 293 The Failed Killing Curse——The great fear strikes!
Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and everyone in the room turned their eyes towards the door, and Fudge finally stopped talking about his rhetoric that Hera was about to memorize.

"Hello, Potter," Hera said, "come in."

Harry walked into the room, and Fudge greeted him happily. He obviously heard the debate in the room just now, so he perfunctory Fudge, and gave Fudge softly from Dumbledore's standpoint.

This made Fudge very uncomfortable.

"We're going to take a walk around the grounds, Harry, and if you don't mind you can go back to class—"

"Professor, I want to talk to you." Harry said hurriedly, looking at Hera, who gave him an immediate appreciative look, and it was up to Harry to get away.

"Okay, Harry, you just wait here for me, we won't have long to check the grounds."

Hera and Abdominal walked away from Harry in silence, closing the door behind them.

Fudge's face was tense, and he kept confirming that Harry could no longer hear his voice, and then continued impatiently: "Dumbledore, you have to understand, what kind of pressure our Ministry of Magic is facing, we have been standing up for you, you'd better think about it for us."

"Oh, Connery, I don't doubt for a moment that the Ministry of Magic will be an ornament." Hera slowed down her pace. "In fact, I am very grateful for everything the Ministry of Magic has done for Hogwarts. You are buying me time. When everything comes to light, you will be glad you made the right choice."

"You—you—" Fudge stared at Hera, unable to utter a word for a long time.

They arrived on the field very quickly, mainly because Hera deliberately quickened his pace, he wanted to get rid of Fudge as soon as possible.

"It's right here, you can check here at will, and Hagrid will help you. Whether it's flashback spells or other spells, feel free to use them." Hera said quickly, and immediately turned around and returned to the castle after speaking. It didn't matter if Fudge wanted to use flashback spells or other spells to investigate the situation at that time, anyway, they couldn't find any results. Hera just wanted to get out of trouble as soon as possible.

He suddenly realized that the pressure on Principal Dumbledore was too great, it was really difficult for him, a 112-year-old man!
Walking up to the eighth floor, the stone monster at the entrance of the office did not voluntarily jump away as if welcoming the real Dumbledore, but stood at the door, motionless.

If the real Dumbledore was there, they would automatically get out of the way - obviously this was Dumbledore's headmaster privilege, and Hera was just a fake, even when he was acting headmaster, he didn't have such authority.

"Pile of cockroaches." Hera read the command, and the monster came alive and jumped aside.

Dumbledore always liked to use his favorite snacks as the office password, apparently recently he was fascinated by the pile of cockroaches, but Hera didn't think it had any edible value.

Through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase, the door closed behind Hera.Slowly the stairs ascended of their own accord, and brought him to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

Hera straightened her expression, trying to make herself look more like Dumbledore's old bee.

"Harry?"

There was no one in the room, and there was no sign of Harry at all. There were pictures of previous Hogwarts headmasters hanging on the wall. They were all asleep, their chests heaving gently.

"Did you see Harry?"

Nobody paid any attention to Hera.

"Did he leave?" Hera murmured, "Maybe it's a good thing. Harry is too familiar with me. Once I communicate with him in depth, he will definitely see the flaws."

Immediately afterwards, Hera saw a bright silvery thing—the Pensieve.

"Why did it fall out?" Hera walked over and put the Pensieve back into the black cabinet. "Dumbledore is so careless. What if the little wizard saw the Pensieve and they stole it?"

"Wait, Harry!" Hera suddenly realized what the problem was. That guy Harry made him fall into the Pensieve, right?
He hurried to the black cabinet and took the Pensieve to the table. The liquid in the Pensieve was like a piece of bright silver, but it was constantly flowing, rippling like the surface of water in the breeze, and spreading out and spinning softly like clouds.It was like light in liquid—or wind in solid form—but Hera couldn't care less about admiring it now.

Hera bent down and put his head into the Pensieve. He saw the scene inside the Pensieve. Inside was a large room with dim light. This was the place where Karkaroff and Barty Jr. had been tried before he had seen it—in the corner, sat an obviously stupid person—Harry Potter!
Hera plunged headlong into the Pensieve, and he rushed into the Pensieve. This experience is definitely not a good one. Hera tried her best to control her heaving chest.

"Harry, I think it's time we go back," Hera whispered in Harry's ear, but it clearly startled him.

"Come on, I'll take you back." Hera said, reaching out to support Harry's elbow, and he led Harry back to the office.

The office is sunny and the sun sets very late at the end of June.The Pensieve gleamed on the table, and Harry stood beside Dumbledore (Hera).

"Professor," said Harry flusteredly, "I know I shouldn't - I didn't mean to - the cupboard door was open -"

"I understand." Hera nodded as she said. Anyone who sees the expensive Pensieve casually placed in the cabinet will be tempted. Obviously, Harry made a mistake. He didn't steal the Pensieve, he dropped it by accident.Hera sat down on the chair behind the table, and gently pulled the Pensieve towards her.

"Sit down, Harry." Hera beckoned Harry to sit across from him.

Harry sat down, staring at the stone basin, the memories swirling and rippling inside.

"What's this?" Harry asked tremblingly.

"Is this? It's called the Pensieve." Hera said indifferently. He didn't want Harry to know too much about the Pensieve, which would arouse his greed. This was something that Dumbledore had asked him to keep before, and he believed that Dumbledore would give it to him sooner or later.

So Hera quickly changed the subject, "Harry, you have something to tell me before you fall into the Pensieve."

"Yes," said Harry, "Professor - I was having Divination, and I - I fell asleep."

He hesitated for a moment, Hera raised her eyebrows and said, "It's understandable, let's go on."

"Well, I had a dream," said Harry, "of Voldemort, and he was in Wormtail. You know Wormtail—"

"I know," Hera said immediately, and he was a little curious. Harry's dream sounded interesting.
"Go on."

"Voldemort received a letter from an owl. He seemed to say that Wormtail's mistake had been discovered. He said that someone would take great risks for this matter, and that he was going to feed Wormtail to a snake—there was a snake next to his chair, and he said the Cruciatus Curse to Wormtail—and my scar ached. It hurt so badly that it woke me up."

Hera looked at him, but there was a huge wave in her heart.

How the hell did Harry know about Voldemort?
Is this a prophecy?
Is there an inexplicable connection between Voldemort and Harry in front of him?

"Well—that's all," said Harry.

"Oh," Hera tried to keep her tone as calm as possible, "I see, so are there any other clues? Like did he mention any other names? Just Wormtail?"

"I think so, Professor," said Harry, "no, I've heard another name—"

"What name!" Hera stood up abruptly, "Who is it?"

"I'm not sure, but I seem to have vaguely heard the words of Professor Moody." Harry hesitated for a while, using an extremely uncertain tone. After all, purpose is not some uncommon word, and it's normal for him to mishear it.

And Moody is one of Dumbledore's most trusted friends, he obviously will not betray Dumbledore.So Harry was also very uncertain.

Hera raised her eyebrows, and said calmly: "Obviously, they think that Moody will be a resistance to their action. With Alastor, I can rest assured."

"Perhaps you are right."

Hera stared at Harry, trying to read something from his face.

"Oh, that's all." Harry repeated again.

"Oh," Hera said calmly, but there was already a huge wave in his heart. He forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart and continued to ask: "That's it. Then, has your scar hurt this year?"

"I once woke up with pain during the summer vacation. It seemed to be a Saturday. When I woke up in the morning, the scar was in excruciating pain. I saw Voldemort and Wormtail in my dream."

"What were they doing at that time?" Hera spoke quickly. He still doesn't know the connection between Harry and Voldemort, but there is no doubt that if Harry knew what he was doing with Voldemort, he felt that he would not be able to continue messing around in front of Dumbledore.

"I can't remember the whole situation in the dream. I just remember that they were plotting to kill someone." Harry hesitated for a moment, but Hera could vaguely guess the original word Harry wanted to say.

Does Voldemort need to consider the person he wants to kill?
Definitely Harry Potter.

Hera stood up and paced back and forth behind the table. He had a vague guess whether it was the negative effect of the Killing Curse back then, just like the Legilimency on him and Furong.After all, magic is always magical, and God knows what effect a failed magic will have.

"Professor?" Harry called softly.

Hera stopped pacing and looked at Harry. In just a few minutes, he had already figured out the countermeasures. He needed to minimize his contact with Voldemort. At the same time, Harry could 'see' Voldemort's movements, which was also extremely important information.

"I'm sorry." Hera apologized softly, and sat down at the desk again.

"You—do you know why my scar hurts?"

Hera carefully looked at the lightning scar on Harry's head for a while, then sighed and said, "I only have one conjecture, just a conjecture. I think your scar will hurt when the Dark Lord is close to you, or when he has a particularly strong desire for revenge."

"But... why?"

"Because of the unsuccessful spell that bound you to him," Hera said, "this is no ordinary scar."

"Then do you think... that dream... is real?"

"Possibly." Hera nodded. "I'd say - quite possibly. Harry - have you seen the Dark Lord?"

"No," said Harry, "just the back of his chair, but—not much at all, could he? He doesn't have a body, does he? But...how can he hold a wand then?" Harry said slowly.

"Yes." Hera murmured.He suddenly felt that he could not delay any longer, that sooner or later Harry would discover his true colors, and once Dumbledore knew these things.
That shouldn't be too bad!

For a while, neither of them spoke, and Hera stared forward, carefully thinking about how she should act next.

"Professor," said Harry at last, "do you think he's getting stronger?"

"The Dark Lord?" Hera rubbed his temples, which was extremely troublesome, and he had to run his fingers through his thick beard and long hair.

"I'm only guessing, too, Harry."

Hera considered it for a while, and finally decided not to reveal too much.

Harry nodded.The two fell silent again.Hera thought it was time for Harry to go, but Harry's curiosity drove him to sit still.

"Professor?" Harry called again.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"Um, can I ask about the... interrogation I saw in the... Pensieve?"

"Oh." Hera sighed. He knew that if he didn't satisfy Harry's curiosity, it would be difficult for him to leave. "Of course, otherwise, I believe you won't leave in peace."

"That trial you found me listening to, the trial of Crouch's son, um, were they talking about Neville's parents?"

"Didn't Neville tell you he asked what was brought up by Granny?"

Harry shook his head.

"Yes, they were talking about Neville's parents," Hera said. "His father, Frank Longbottom, was an Auror. You heard that. Those people tortured Frank and his wife cruelly, forcing them to tell the whereabouts of Voldemort after he lost his magic power."

"Are they dead?" Harry asked softly.

"No, they're crazy. Two of them are staying at St. Germont's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." Hera's voice was a little distressed, but it was so fleeting that Harry almost didn't notice it.

The two fell silent again, as if the topic was so heavy that neither of them wanted to speak again.

Harry probably sensed what Hera meant, he stood up, and Hera also stood up.

When Harry reached the door, he felt something was wrong all the time, but he couldn't put it into words. When he grabbed the doorknob and was about to turn it off, his body froze suddenly.
(End of this chapter)