Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 305 Lord Voldemort needs an explanation

"Hera, how long are you going to stay here?" Madam Pomfrey couldn't wait any longer, she lifted the curtain around the hospital bed, "Harry, he'd better continue to rest for a while now."

"Oh! Bobby, when did you get here?" Hera was taken aback. He was still thinking about how he could fool Harry or Voldemort to take the initiative to change his wand. Obviously, Dumbledore's brother wand theory is very meaningful.

If they don't change their wands for a day, the war will never end.

For Hera, the sooner it all ended, the better. He would like to hear the news of Harry or Voldemort's accidental death at dawn-even though it was impossible.

"I've been listening for at least 10 minutes, probably the part where Harry talked about his wand." Madam Pomfrey said, shaking a small bottle and a goblet in her hand, which contained a purple potion.

"You need to drink it all, Harry," she said, "this drug will give you a good night's sleep."

"Okay, if that's the case, then I can go back with peace of mind, Harry, you should rest first." Hera helped Harry pull up the quilt, and Harry took the wine glass and took a few sips.He suddenly felt groggy, and everything around him became blurred.

Hera watched Harry's eyes become dazed, his body sank unsteadily into the mattress, he didn't even finish his medicine, and before he could say another word, he was exhausted and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Hera carefully closed the bed curtain, and asked in a low voice, "Bobby, is he really all right?"

"Oh, yes, he wasn't hurt at all—of course, I mean physically. But psychologically, no one can say for sure, after all, he had such a bad night." Madam Pomfrey said distressedly, keeping her voice low so as not to wake Harry up.

"I think so, but this problem is best left to Professor Dumbledore. I think he has always been the best at this, isn't he?" Hera said, and he quickly left the ward.

The next morning, Hera went to accompany Harry in the ward, which was requested by Dumbledore, who was afraid that Harry would not be able to muster the courage to face the Diggory couple.

In fact, they didn't blame Harry for what had happened; they both knew it wasn't Harry's fault, but Dumbledore for bringing Cedric's body to them.During the meeting, Mr. Diggory cried silently most of the time, while Mrs. Diggory was so sad that she wanted to cry without tears.Hera could only sit on the sidelines, not knowing how to comfort her.

Have a second child?

This kind of remark is obviously to be beaten, but it is not uncommon in the magic world.

"He didn't suffer much, then," said Mrs. Diggory, hearing Harry's account of Cedric's death. "But anyway, Amos. He had just won the Triwizard Cup when he died. He must have been very happy."

When they were about to get up to leave, Mrs. Diggory looked down at Harry and said, "Take care of yourself, too."

Hera took out a large bag from her bosom, which contained a full thousand Galleons, which was given to him by Dumbledore. It was the bonus of the Triwizard Tournament, and it should have been given to Harry, the 'only' winner of the Triwizard Tournament, but Hera felt that the Galleons should be put on more meaningful things—such as slightly relieving the pain of Diggory and his wife.

Although this was useless, and even made the Diggory couple think about it, it was the only thing Hera could do.

"You guys take it." Hera handed the Gallon bag to Mrs. Diggory. He glanced at Harry. "I think Harry thinks so too."

"This should belong to Cedric, he arrived first, you take it—" Harry nodded and muttered, his whole body was a little dull, as if the memory had caused him great harm.

But Lady Diggory backed away.

"Oh, no, honey, I can't. You keep it."

Lady Diggory refused the large sum of Galleons, and Hera had to put it on Harry's bedside table.

Later that day, Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower.Thanks to Dumbledore's speech at dinner in the morning, most people walked around Harry, avoiding his eyes, and even put their hands to their mouths and whispered to each other as he walked by.

In fact, Dumbledore just asked everyone to leave Harry alone, not to allow anyone to ask him questions, or pester him to tell what happened in the maze the day before.

However, there are still many people who believe Rita Skeeter's article and think that Harry is mentally abnormal and difficult to be a dangerous person.Perhaps, many people have their own ideas about how Cedric died.But apparently, Harry didn't care, he just liked being with Ron and Hermione, talking about other topics, or watching them play chess, and leaving him to sit quietly.He felt that the three of them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and no longer needed words to repay.

And that night, Dumbledore called Hera over again.

Pushing open the door, Hera could see that someone was already in the principal's room.A tall figure is Madame Maxime.

"Good evening, Professor." Hera was not in a hurry. He walked to the side of the office and stood quietly. Dumbledore and Madam Maxime were obviously discussing something.

After about ten minutes, they finally ended their discussion.

"Very well, then I will leave this matter to you, Olim." Dumbledore said as he stretched out his hand to Mrs. Maxim. Mrs. Maxim smiled, and then the two of them held their hands tightly.

Olim is Mrs. Maxim's Christian name. Obviously, Hera didn't know when the relationship between the two of them became familiar to this extent, but it didn't affect him knowing that they had reached a cooperation, no matter what it was.In the current chaotic situation, Madam Maxim is obviously much more reliable than the uncertain situation in the British magic world, let alone Beauxbaton behind her.

"Then, I'll leave it to you, Hera." Madame Maxime winked at Dumbledore, and then gracefully left the principal's office with her skirt in hand. When she passed the door, she had to bow her waist to get out.

"Professor Dumbledore, I want to know, what does Madam Maxime mean?" Hera asked with a dark face. He had a bad feeling, as if Madam Maxime had betrayed him.

He also plans to take Penello back to France in the next year!
As long as he is not under the nose of the Black and White Demon King, his room for manipulation will be much larger.And once someone is pegged, it means that the identity is exposed-it's just a matter of time.

"Hera, I'm afraid you will have to assist me at Hogwarts for the next year." Dumbledore sighed, his slender hands were in his pockets, and his blue eyes were dim.

"What did you say?" Hera was shocked. What he feared the most happened. What else could he do?Working between the black and white demon kings, and under their noses?

This is simply impossible! ?

"Hera, I have reached an agreement with Madame Maxime, and she is willing to help me contact the giant." Dumbledore leaned back on the chair, and he looked very old at this moment. "And I plan to start doing something next year. Although I don't have any idea yet, it is obvious that I need your help."

"Uh, this." Hera seemed a little hesitant, and if possible, he would like to refuse directly.

"I can understand your worries. After all, you are not alone now." Dumbledore said, "If possible, I still suggest that you arrange Miss Clearwater to a safe place. I think Beauxbaton's scenery is very good and the climate is pleasant."

"I'll think about it." Hera didn't respond immediately, he still needed to think about this matter, and he couldn't agree to Dumbledore immediately.For this matter, he still needs to consider Voldemort's reaction. He lured Dumbledore over on his own initiative, and he still doesn't know what kind of reaction Voldemort will have.

If Voldemort is furious, he must find a way to leave England.In England, Dumbledore would hold him back, and Voldemort could not threaten the whole of Europe at all.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he closed his eyes quietly, the lights in the room were always rattling, and Fawkes spewed out flames to play by himself from time to time.

"Dumbledore, I have to think about this matter. You know, I have to think about Penello." Hera gritted her teeth and said it again.

"It's understandable," Dumbledore still didn't open his eyes, "but no matter what choice you make, please keep one thing in mind—" He paused, his eyes slowly opened, as if a light flashed in his pupils.

"Don't be controlled by power." Dumbledore stared at Hera, causing Hera to take a small step back subconsciously.

"I will"

"Very good." Dumbledore slowly closed his eyelids again.

Hera left the principal's office, and he didn't even have time to calm down, and he didn't even have time to discuss it with Penello. The badge in his arms suddenly became hot, so hot that he almost cried out.

He dropped the badge carefully to the ground through his cloak, which was now red hot, and the black snake was swimming back and forth in the skull's mouth.

Hera's brows were tightly knit together, and he knew exactly what it meant: Voldemort was calling his followers.He didn't know whether Voldemort was calling to everyone, or to him alone, but he knew that he must go there as soon as possible.

Voldemort's temper was not as kind as Dumbledore's.

He rushed down the stairs quickly and ran in the direction of Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore stood in front of the window, watching the figure quietly.

"I hope you will make the right choice. I hope I did not make a mistake."

After an unknown amount of time, there was a long sigh.

When Hera rushed to the place where Voldemort summoned him, he seemed very surprised. He was impressed by this place, or had been impressed by the place in front of him-Malfoy's old house.But the hot badge in his arms reminded him that he had to rush there immediately.

Obviously, the old Malfoy house had been taken over by Voldemort, and there was a gloomy atmosphere in the whole manor, and the air was so solemn that it seemed to overwhelm people.

Hera took a deep breath, ready to knock on the door.

"Come in, my child." Voldemort's voice sounded faintly in Hera's ear, which made his hairs tremble violently, and he didn't see a figure at all.

Voldemort was stronger, his powers were gradually returning, and he was getting used to his body.He was absolutely right, when he came back, he would be even stronger.

Hera put away her thoughts and walked in quickly.The road was uninterrupted, except for the Malfoys he saw in the foyer, Lucius clutching his cane, his face livid, as if he hadn't expected Hera to come.

"The Lord Dark Lord is inside." His long platinum hair trembled, and his voice was full of fear.

Hera nodded and patted him on the shoulder lightly.This seemed to crush Lucius, he could only rely on the wall to barely maintain his balance.His wife, Narcissa, was tense.

Pushing open the door, the room was not bright, and the fireplace was crackling with firewood. A very thin, tall figure stood in front of the fireplace. He was dressed in a plain gray-black robe, without shoes, and his bony toes could be seen.

"Hera, you're here." Voldemort waved at Hera, letting him get closer.

Hera took a deep breath and took his hand out of his pocket. He didn't want to show any hostility in front of Voldemort.

"Lord Dark Lord, I rushed over as soon as I heard your call."

Voldemort pulled out his wand out of nowhere, his slender fingertips ran across the spine of the wand, his red eyes seemed to be shining, "Hera, I want an explanation, why Dumbledore appeared in that place?"

At this moment, Hera felt that the air in the whole room was frozen, oppressing his chest, making him unable to breathe at all. There seemed to be some strange power surging around Voldemort, and the whole room became flickering.

He gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground on one knee, "My lord Dark Lord, please forgive my presumptuous assertion. I thought it was a very good opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Voldemort's wand dropped slightly, and fell on Hera's shoulder. He bent down, and Hera could almost feel his breath blowing on her hair.His voice was cold and cruel, "An opportunity to turn me back into steam, into nothingness again?"

"No, it's not like that, Lord Dark Lord." Hera's head was lowered so low that he could easily see Voldemort's dead gray toes.

There was only one thought in his mind: don't let him kiss Voldemort's toes, as long as he doesn't do it, anything is fine!

"Hera, I never doubted you, it was you who brought me Harry," Voldemort straightened up, he put his wand back into his pocket, but his bony palm grabbed Hera's shoulder firmly.

"But Lord Voldemort needs an explanation."

(End of this chapter)