Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 299 Darkness will sweep the wizarding world again tonight!
"It's almost time for them to read the spell, and their movements are already quite standard." Hera muttered while sitting in the office, but soon he slammed his fist on the table again, making a loud noise.

"Hey! Now is not the time to think about this issue at all. The third project will be in two days!" Hera broke down while grabbing her hair, he hadn't done anything yet!
"No, I have to do it. Time is running out." Hera could feel the badge in her arms getting hot. It was sent to him by Voldemort after the incident with Barty Jr. It roughly functions as the Dark Mark.

So after two days of salty fish, Hera finally decided to do something about the third project, and he had already taken the time to finish the door key.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm still a little worried, you know." Hera only spoke half of what he said, but he believed that Dumbledore must understand what he meant.

Dumbledore stared out the window at the far field, dominated by a twelve-foot hedge, unable to recognize that it had once been a Quidditch match.

"I think this is completely reasonable, but it's a pity that I can't go with you," Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, and his blue eyes were on Hera. "I think you can handle it alone, right?"

"Of course no problem, just go in and check. I will use the broomstick." Hera nodded, signaling Dumbledore not to worry too much.

"Very good." Dumbledore leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief. "The brave still have to meet his relatives, so I have to accompany the other referees in the auditorium."

"Okay, professor. I think time is running out, so I'll go to the field first." Hera said and walked towards the door.

It didn't take much time for Hera to walk to the venue. He even took the time to visit Mrs. Hooch, explained the reason, and successfully took a school broom from her.

This is a sweeping seven-star series, no matter how you look at it, it can't compare with Harry's Firebolt, or even the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall gave him, although they will tremble when you fly high in the air, and they always lean slightly to the left.But it's still a broom anyway.

Hera rode on a broom and flew high into the sky. Thanks to the advantage of the high altitude, he could easily see the maze in his eyes, leaving a large space in the center of the maze.Hera knew that that was where the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament was, and he gently manipulated the broomstick under him so that it could fly forward.He flies very well, but he doesn't like the high wind, which messes up his hair.

His feet landed on solid ground—well, this soft soil is not solid at all, but Hera's feet landed on it. He looked at the Triwizard Cup that shone seductively in the maze, and he showed a smirk.

"Okay, let us welcome the return of Lord Dark Lord." Hera said so, stuffing the Triwizard Cup into her small pocket, and at the same time took out the Portkey she had prepared long ago.He couldn't help admiring his method of counterfeiting. As long as the Triwild Cup was not touched, who would have thought that it had been replaced with a portkey?
"Okay, this is done, the next thing to do is to find a hapless guy!" Hera picked up the broomstick he had thrown aside, gently passed the hedge, and flew towards the edge of the maze. He needed to find a hapless guy to take the blame—he just needed to use the Imperius Curse to control him and keep him away from Hogwarts.

Soon, Hera saw a figure, it was Richfar Heilig from the Ministry of Magic. He obviously didn't suspect Hera, it was just a chance to meet him, and Hera hit him with the Stunning Curse before even finishing his greeting.

"Well, this step seems to be quite perfect. Then..." Hera was about to use the Imperius Curse, but suddenly remembered that he could not use his own wand, which would leave marks. He hesitated for a moment, and took out the elder wand that Dumbledore gave him from his inner pocket.

"Soul out of the body!"

Unexpectedly, there was no resistance, and the magic wand was surprisingly smooth now. Hera felt that he only exerted a little force, and the spell was cast without any feeling of blockage.

"It's a nice wand." Hera rubbed the edge of her cloak on the wand, "And then—forget it!"

He then cleared all Heilig's memories of the past few days. In fact, in order not to allow the Ministry of Magic to restore Heilig's memory, he directly messed up Heilig's memory, making his head look like a paste.In the future, in his best case, it would be considered good to be able to restore the memory of the previous few years.

"It's done." Hera put away her wand in satisfaction, "Heilig!"

"Yes, sir."

"Keep going east, to the ends of the earth, to the end, don't stop your steps, no one can stop your steps. Keep going"

Heilig nodded. He didn't care about the dirt on his body at all, and he didn't care about the small wounds on his face cut by the stones. He took a step, turned and walked towards the east.

"Very well, it may take a few weeks for the Ministry of Magic to find him at the earliest." Hera flew back to the castle with her broomstick in her hands.

It's not too late, but it's only four o'clock. The four warriors should still be in class. They won't start the third project until after dinner. Hera looks very comfortable with her arms around her shoulders. He has already arranged everything. As long as there is no commotion on Wormtail's side, I believe there will be nothing that can stop Voldemort's return.

He was also able to wait leisurely in the auditorium for the arrival of the warrior and Dumbledore. A few copies of the "Daily Prophet" were thrown on the guest table, and Hera picked it up and flipped through it. He didn't even bother to flip through the newspapers before he arranged all this.

In the Daily Prophet, Harry was once again on the front page.The home page is just a few headlines that increase the rent.

"Harry Potter - distraught and emotionally dangerous.

Remember Rita Skeeter's report: The boy who defeated You-Know-Who was emotionally unstable and possibly quite dangerous.There has recently been startling evidence of Harry Potter's strange behavior."

It has to be said that Skeeter's level of writing articles is still there. With Harry's "weird" performance in the past few years, she managed to get her to publish another article. Hera has no doubt that she has earned at least three digits of Galleons with this article.

But obviously, the story she wrote deserves so many Jin Galleons.

She is always good at making up an article based on a few scattered sentences, and even Hera can't find a flaw for a while, she just takes the meaning out of context and distorts the original meaning-most of what she said is actually true.

The time soon came to five o'clock, and it was very dark in summer. When the students came to the auditorium, the sky outside was still blue.

"Dumbledore, have you seen Richfar? It's the young man who took over Crouch's job before." Fudge glanced around in the auditorium but didn't see his subordinates. He seemed a little flustered, as if losing his 'bodyguard' made him completely insecure.

"I didn't see Mr. Heilig. Of course, I don't think anything will happen to him in Hogwarts. He is already an adult and powerful wizard." Dumbledore said, picking up a cup of pudding.

Hera leaned towards them, "I think Mr. Heilig you mentioned, I saw him. It's in the Triwizard Cup."

"Oh? What is he doing there?"

"I heard from him that he also seemed to be trying to confirm the safety of the Triwizard Cup." Hera pretended to be struggling to recall, and Fudge obviously believed his words. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and then talked eloquently:

"I know him. He has this character, just like old Barty. He is a German with a very rigorous temperament. I guess he is worried about the third project." Fudge smiled at Dumbledore and Hera, as if he did such a rigorous thing.

"How did you check?" Dumbledore's blue pupils flickered, and Hera subconsciously activated Occlumency. He didn't know why, but a voice told him that he should do so.

The elder wand in his arms felt a little hot.

"When I left there, the Triwizard Cup was still intact, but Mr. Heilig went there right away. I'm afraid he was a little worried. I hurried back to the castle, so I left him there."

Dumbledore nodded, scooped up a large piece of pudding and put it into his mouth, "You are one of the most reassuring people, Hera, I believe tonight's game will be very exciting."

"Yes, I thought so too."

The dinner was richer than usual, and Hera ate a lot, because he was really hungry after all this work.As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up and everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, brave men and Mr. Bagman, to the stadium."

Hera stood up and followed the other professors out of the auditorium, with the warrior behind them.

"Do you feel okay, Furong?" Hera deliberately slowed down when they walked down the stone steps, "Are you confident?"

"I believe I will win honor for Beauxbaton." Fleur puffed out her chest, she was a little nervous, but her self-esteem forced her to say this.

"It's good, but you have to remember that the biggest danger doesn't come from the labyrinth. Be careful around you." Hera pointed. In fact, he didn't have any expectations for Fleur. The Triwizard Cup was destined to be lifted by Harry. The only thing he could do was to prevent Fleur from touching the Triwizard Cup so early. Otherwise, even if she was one of his favorite students, he would have to attack her.

Fleur pursed her lips hard when she heard Hera's words. She understood what Hera meant. Madam Maxim had told her these words in the carriage, which was one of the reasons why she was a little discouraged.

Once they entered the Quidditch pitch, it was completely unrecognizable.A twelve-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field.There is a gap in front of them, and that is the entrance to this great labyrinth.The passage inside is dark and a little scary.

"We'll be patrolling outside the maze," said Professor McGonagall, standing in front of the warrior, and Hera was standing beside her, and he winked at Harry. "If you're in trouble and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and we'll have someone to help you, understand?"

The warriors nodded in unison.Obviously they are very clear about this rule. It is a good thing to win the game, but if you lose your life in vain, it will not be worth the loss.As top students at all three schools - with the exception of Harry - they all have bright futures ahead.

"Good luck." Hera said to the warriors. The four warriors walked away in different directions. He was in charge of leading Krum, and the rest of the warriors were led around the maze by other teachers trusted by Dumbledore.They are Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and Hagrid.Hagrid led Harry, which was obviously a very suitable group.

They came to a dark gap, which was Krum's entrance.Hera took a few steps towards the inside.

"Hey, this is really scary black!"

Krum squeezed out a smile on his rock-like face. He followed Hera and looked inside. His body was still outside, and the people in the stands could see it.

"There's no problem for Dems—"

"Out of body!" Hera seized the opportunity, and he recited the Imperius Curse at the moment when Krum stuck his head into the darkness. Krum shook his body, but did not fall down.

"Forget everything!" Hera cast another forgetting curse. He cleared Krum's memory of the last few hours and messed up his mind by the way. This was much lighter than Heilig's. He could get out of the hospital bed after about a few months of recuperation.

All of this was done very quickly, Hera completed all this in just a few breaths, and the audience in the stands didn't notice it at all.

"Oh, I can only blame you for being unlucky." Hera sighed. He didn't plan to attack Krum at first. He planned to do it no matter which hero he was asked to bring, but it happened that he bumped into Krum.

Another unlucky one.

A loud voice suddenly echoed in the stands, "Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score—Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter—85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts School."

Hera was making the final preparations, he kept swallowing, his wand was shaking from his grip, success or failure depended on tonight.

If everything is successful, no one can stop Voldemort's return, and Hera will be successfully promoted to Voldemort's number one 'dogleg'.

If he fails, he can still be 'loyal' to be Professor Lestrange trusted by Dumbledore.

No matter how you look at it, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)