Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 303 Return and Disturbance

It was a big gray thing, as if made of the densest smoke, and out came first a head, then a chest and arms. It was Mr. Cedric Diggory--or was it his ghost?
Hera wasn't sure what it was, and glanced at Snape and Dumbledore, who were equally stunned and speechless.

Then Snape seemed to think of something, he put on the hood, and with a whisper, he disappeared into the cemetery.

Voldemort was holding the wand, and he lifted the wand upwards forcefully, the golden thread broke, and the light net disappeared.

Likewise, Voldemort was gone.

He just escaped.

He knew he had failed again tonight, not only had he failed to kill Harry Potter, he had failed to defeat Albus Dumbledore, he had not even been able to maintain his power in front of his faithful servant.

He had to flee.

Dumbledore was always the one he feared the most.

The Aurors always came late, and there was a rustling sound in the open space, and one wizard after another apparated here.

Dumbledore stepped forward to pick up Harry who fell in the mud, and Hera followed closely beside him.

"Where is he!" shouted a dark-faced wizard beside Fudge, pointing to Dumbledore crouching in the clearing. "It was Dumbledore, he must have saved Potter!"

"I know, Kingsley, I know, I saw him too," Fudge babbled, panting as though he'd just run a marathon, his pinstriped cloak draped over him in a crooked way, "My God—what the hell happened? For God's sake—it's unbelievable—I mean—how did it—?"

"If you had come a few minutes earlier, Connery," said Dumbledore—Harry was already fine, he was supported by Hera, except that his legs were a little weak, and he was obviously not injured. Dumbledore looked very satisfied, and he went up to him, "You will see a few escaped Death Eaters, waiting for you to deal with them, and a reshaped, more powerful Voldemort."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge was still out of breath, with a look of surprise on his face, "you—you don't talk any more crazy words—I can never believe your poor words—"

He glanced frantically around at the Auror he had brought with him, and it couldn't have been more obvious - the power around him could nearly overwhelm Dumbledore.He shouted almost without thinking: "Dumbledore, the farce is almost over here. One of my subordinates is missing. There is such an accident in the Triwizard Cup. I must arrest you."

"Connery, I'm ready to fight your people again—to win again!" Dumbledore said, "But, just a few minutes ago, I witnessed Voldemort with my own eyes. He has returned. You must admit that he has returned. We need to do something. You have arrested the wrong person now. You should learn to use your brain!"

"I-no-ok-!" said Fudge angrily, looking around as if hoping someone could tell him what to do.Seeing that no one was going to give him advice, he glanced at Hera and said, "Hera, are you going to accompany this old lunatic too? Tell me, all this is just a farce of yours!"

"Obviously, Dumbledore's meaning has been expressed very clearly, Minister Fudge, I think you should try to listen to him." Hera mixed Harry, and he turned to Dumbledore and said, "Principal, let me send Harry back to Hogwarts first."

Dumbledore nodded.

"The Triwizard Cup is coming!" Hera shook her wand, and the trophy flew towards them, and he grabbed the handle of the cup.

Adam felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, and the smell of grass filled his nose.When the Portkey was flying him, he still closed his eyes subconsciously. The Portkey disturbed him so much that he felt dizzy, and felt that the ground under his body was shaking like the deck of a ship.

"Oh, Hera, can you get off of me?" Harry's pained voice came from under Hera.

It was only then that Hera noticed that he was pressing Harry under him, half of Harry's body was under him, and he got up quickly, "Oh, sorry, I didn't notice."

"Harry, you'd better go to the hospital hospital." Hera grabbed Harry and turned him over.

A wave of sound drowned Hera's words, voices were everywhere, footsteps, shouts, which made Hera frown, this was simply a nightmare.

They had returned to the edge of the maze, and they could see high stands all around, people walking on them, and stars twinkling overhead.

"Oh, Hera, what happened, what happened? Where is Professor Dumbledore?" Penello ran over screaming.

Hera straightened her cloak and pulled Harry up vigorously, "I'm sorry, dear, I think we're busy tonight."

"Where's my son? Where's my boy? Harry, have you seen Cedric?" Mr. Diggory ran towards here, shouting as he ran, as if he had lost his soul.

"Mr. Diggory, this problem is best explained by Professor Dumbledore, will you? I'm taking Harry to the hospital." Hera pulled Harry, and Harry's legs seemed to be completely limp, and he could only let Hera drag him.

Dumbledore was back in no time, about the time Hera and Harry had reached the edge of the maze, with something in his arms - that hapless Cedric Diggory.

If he hadn't held the handle of the Triwizard Cup at the same time as Harry, he obviously would not have died in vain.

The girls were screaming and crying hysterically.Mr Diggory collapsed on the grass in despair, unable to believe what he saw.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think it would be best to take Harry to—"

"It's okay, I'm here. Let's go, let's go. Take Harry to the hospital." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he turned around and walked up to the crowd.

"Everyone, be quiet." Dumbledore had to shout loudly, and the scene was completely out of control.

Hera pulled Harry, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the castle.Walking across the lawn, the lakeside, and the big boat in Durmstrang, Hera felt a little strength in Harry's body, at least he could stand up on his own.

"Hera, that man's back, Voldemort's back—" Harry babbled in panic, waving his hands wildly to explain something.

Hera stopped and looked into Harry's watery green eyes, "I see, I got there early, before Dumbledore arrived. The most important thing you should do now is go to the hospital, okay?"

"Okay." Harry closed his mouth, he felt the strength return to his body, and with Hera's support, they were already walking quickly.

Boom, Boom, Boom.They went up the marble staircase.
"Hera, Cedric is dead and they killed him."

"I think I saw it too, and I'm sorry I didn't get there a few minutes earlier."

thump, thump, thump.They walk down the corridor.
"I think Dumbledore will take care of all this, he just needs to convince Fudge." Hera quickened his pace, and he could already see the school hospital's number plate.

"Fudge. Connelly Fudge? Minister of Magic?"

"I think so. He has been refusing to trust Dumbledore. He suspected that Dumbledore was trying to take his place. Oh, my God, why did I tell you this?" Hera opened the door of the school hospital, walked directly through the small room in front, and found a bed for Harry in the hospital.

"You lie here first. Madam Pomfrey should still be on the field, but I think she will come back soon." Hera rummaged through the cabinet for the recovery potion, while explaining to Harry, "I don't think you have been harmed by any spells, but obviously you must be frightened. It is best to have a calming potion. Of course, the dreamless potion and the restoration potion. Hmm, where are they?"

In the end, Hera only found the medicine box full of recovery potions. He uncorked the bottle, put his nose up, and smelled the disgusting smell, and he confirmed that he had found the right one.

Everyone knows that good medicine is bitter.Once the taste of a certain potion makes you want to drink it, there is no doubt that it will definitely not do your body any good.

Hera helped Harry pour the glass into his mouth, and Harry coughed chokingly, and his frustration was as hot as pepper.But at the same time, the school hospital became clear, and so did Hera. Harry could finally see everything in front of him clearly.

Harry's face was very pale, as if he had been submerged in water for days, and he stared into the corner without blinking.

"Harry, I think you'd better not think about it until Professor Dumbledore comes back." Hera pursed her lips, and he gave up the plan to continue searching for the tranquilizing potion.But fortunately, he didn't turn the school doctor's office into a mess.

I believe this will make Madam Pomfrey very relieved.

Silence, the two fell into silence, their eyes were all cast out of the window, and they could see a commotion on the brightly lit Quidditch field, Dumbledore was standing in the stands, he shouted something vigorously, trying to calm everyone's emotions, but obviously, the effect was not obvious.

"Hera, you said Voldemort is really back, what should we do?"

"I think... we have to ask Professor Dumbledore. We can only trust Professor Dumbledore." Hera sighed, and he had a premonition that his life would become extremely difficult in the days to come - he had to walk between Dumbledore and Voldemort, and he needed to hide his identity well, lest any of them discover his true identity.

That's the bad thing about the grass on the wall, and it's very easy to be regarded as a traitor by both sides at the same time.But if it is handled well, no matter who gains power afterwards, Hera can have a place.

There was silence again, and the two fell silent again. It could be seen that Dumbledore had already taken control of the situation, and the students were all walking back towards the castle under the leadership of the professor, but Fudge and his Aurors were still on the field. His neck was flushed and he wanted to argue with Dumbledore, but Dumbledore ignored him at all.

"By the way! There is a Death Eater in Hogwarts! There is a Death Eater here, Voldemort mentioned it, and he said that there is another subordinate who is still in danger. I think he did all of this. He replaced the Triwizard Cup with a Portkey, and sent Cedric and me to Voldemort—" Harry looked very excited, and he sat up suddenly on the bed. He wanted to jump off the bed, but Hera held him down.

"It's not difficult to judge. There are only a handful of people who have touched the Triwizard Cup. We just need to do a simple investigation—oh no!" Hera pretended to have just discovered it. His acting skills were so superb that Harry couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Do you have doubts?"

"Richfar Heilig, damn it, I should have thought of him a long time ago. He was mysteriously at the Triwizard Cup today, saying that he wanted to check it one last time."

"He's still at Hogwarts, isn't he?" Harry asked eagerly. "Where is he? Shall we catch him now? Lock him up?"

"No, he disappeared in the afternoon. Fudge and his men searched for it for a long time, but they couldn't find it."

"Oh." Harry hammered the hospital bed angrily.

The door was pushed open roughly, and Dumbledore rushed in, followed by Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey.His expression was terribly grim. He walked to Harry's hospital bed and looked at him carefully.

"He needs to rest. But before that," said Dumbledore firmly, "Poppy, get some restorative potions."

"Okay, Professor." Madam Pomfrey was about to cry, she ran to the cabinet with small steps to search.

Hera moved slightly to the side to make room for Dumbledore. "I think Harry's current state is enough to answer your question, Professor Dumbledore, I have given him a potion before you come back."

"Very well." Dumbledore nodded, and he sat down on the side of the hospital bed. He looked at Harry, but Harry avoided his gaze.Dumbledore was going to question him, and he was going to force Harry to remember all that.

"I wonder, Harry, what happened after you touched the Portkey in the Maze?" said Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore—" Harry seemed a little nervous, he didn't want to discuss this topic, he just wanted to have a good rest.

"Dumbledore, you can talk to him tomorrow morning, I have something to tell you." Hera put a hand on Harry's shoulder and winked at Dumbledore at the same time.

He couldn't wait to show his loyalty to Dumbledore.

"I think you may be right." Dumbledore said gently. "Harry, the bravery you have shown tonight has greatly exceeded my expectations of you. Get a good night's sleep. I will come to see you tomorrow morning. I hope that by then, you will be ready to figure it out with me."

Harry nodded, cowering in the hospital bed.

"Okay, Hera, what do you want to say to me?" Dumbledore turned his head to Hera.

Hera glanced at the school hospital, Snape still stood in the corner coldly, "Professor."

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