Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 310 Dark Force Attacks Privet Drive

If Hera must be asked to select the things he hates the most, I think fighting may be at the forefront.He'd always preferred to talk things out rather than pull out his wand and cast jinxes on each other.This was the conclusion he had come to after witnessing a 'friend' being shot through a sieve by a Muggle weapon the old lady had pulled out.

Any slight mistake can affect the direction of the duel, even if the opponent can only say 'Avada eats a big melon' - but this is enough, isn't it?

At the end of Privet Drive, a figure suddenly appeared.His unexpected arrival broke the magic factor that was silent in the air, and both Hera and Moody were aware of the unexpected guest.

"Hey, do you have anything to say?" Hera shouted from afar.Meanwhile, Moody drew his wand slowly behind him, ready to cast a jinx to overwhelm the fellow should the situation turn towards combat.

"Haha, Moody. It's really an old friend." The figure smiled coldly. He wore a tall wizard hat on his head and a mask on his face. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he could be judged by his voice—he was a wizard.

"What are you doing here?" Hera quietly gestured to Moody, indicating that he had better not do it right away. They are still on the Muggle streets. Once they are seen, they will have to face the Ministry of Magic. Of course, no one will take it seriously, but it will be some trouble after all.

"I came here? Of course it's for Harry Potter." The wizard spit out every word, and he slowly took out something from his pocket. Hera couldn't see clearly, but Moody couldn't wait any longer, and he shouted at Hera: "Get out of here!"

Hera rolled towards the trash can beside her, hid behind it, and took out the elder wand at the same time.

"Did you hit him?"

"No, no." Moody carefully moved his wand to the side step by step. He muttered something again, and a flame shot out from his wand.

The wizard read something to the trash can in front of him, the trash can began to shake, and then quickly floated in the air to form a wall of trash, blocking the flames.In the swaying trash can, a pile of countless things fell to the ground with a splash, and Hera pointed her wand at the wall and shouted: "The spell stops!"

The wall of garbage collapsed in the middle of Privet Drive.

Moody's magic fire seemed to be alive and sentient, and continued to fly towards the wizard, as if determined to burn him.Then the flames began to change, and became a multitude of wild beasts of fire: serpents, chimeras, and dragons, they rose, fell, rose again, and the rubbish of the ground was thrown into the air, fell into their tusks, fell on their clawed feet, and was consumed by hellish flames.

The wizard tried to use Apparition to escape, even though it was extremely dangerous, and using Apparation during battle could easily cause splits.But he couldn't care less.It's a pity that it was too late, the flames engulfed him, and he was completely reduced to ashes before he could even cry out.

"Alastor, you are too ruthless." Hera confirmed that the black wizard was completely dead, and then walked out from behind the trash can, frowning and looking at the 'battlefield'.Moody was dispelling the embers of the Fiercefire Curse with a counter-curse.

Moody stopped, he turned his head and stared at Hera, including the magic eye that was spinning around, also stopped on Hera. "Believe me, when facing them, you must not show any mercy. You will never know what kind of dirty tricks they have. They are all lunatics who want to help."

Hera frowned. He didn't seem to have any reason to argue with a former Auror with exceptionally rich combat experience. "Well, you're right."

Moody took care of the situation quickly, waving his wand to put the trash cans back where they should be.

"I think the cleaners will thank us, I burned all the garbage." Moody made a very cold joke.

Just as Hera was about to nod her head, her face suddenly changed, "No, we made such a big commotion, what about Harry? There's no reason why he can't feel it!"

"Damn it, tune the tiger away from the mountain!" Moody also reacted, his magic eye turned wildly, with the magic eye, he can have the ability to see through, which is very convenient.

"Did you see him?"

"Absolutely not."

Hera took a deep breath, "We have to split up. We'll be back here in 10 minutes." Moody nodded, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

This is the worst news - they've lost Harry Potter!

I hope everything is in time.

After Hera and Moody parted, he walked along Privet Drive at one end, his mind was running wild, where could Harry go?Where else could Harry be at this hour?

However, all this seemed to be fruitless. In fact, Hera didn't see Harry even when she walked to Magnolia Crescent Street.This frustrates him a bit.

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Hera returned to Privet Drive and met Moody. They met each other with a bitter smile and shook their heads together.

"I think we've got an emergency. Better—" Moody was talking when suddenly everything seemed to change.

In the dark night, strange things happened.The dark blue night sky full of stars suddenly became pitch black, without a single ray of light—the stars, the moon, and the dim yellow street lamps at both ends of Privet Drive all disappeared at once.The distant rumble of passing cars and the rustling of nearby leaves were also lost.The night, which had been mild and pleasant just now, suddenly turned bitterly cold.An impenetrable, deep, soundless darkness enveloped the land, as if a gigantic hand had covered the alley with a thick icy curtain, so that they could see nothing.

"Damn it, it's a dementor!" Moody's face changed drastically. He was very familiar with this kind of dark magical creature, or the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were very familiar with them.

An evil, immense power almost tangible, felt even by Muggles.

"How dare they—" Moody gritted the words through gritted teeth.

Hera didn't talk too much nonsense, and rushed directly towards the most powerful place. Moody was much slower than him because of the artificial leg.

They crossed Privet Drive and turned a corner to Magnolia Crescent Street. At the end, there was an amusement park that had been closed for many years. Its door was locked, but it couldn't stop Hera's pace at all. Just waved the wand, and the lock flew to nowhere.

In the center of the playground, there are at least dozens of dementors floating in the air. They wear hoods and float high above the ground. They can't see their feet or faces under their robes. They seem to be devouring a little bit of darkness when they move.They were gathering together, and Hera couldn't see who they surrounded at all.

"Call God to protect you!" X2
Hera's voice rang out at the same time as Harry's, and a silver light seeped through the place surrounded by dementors, but the spell didn't quite take effect.

Fortunately, Hera's spell worked.

A tall, scrawny pegasus with the body of a dragon and a pair of broad wings on its back shot out from the tip of his wand, and it galloped towards the dementor, crashing headlong into the circle of dementors.The dementor was knocked back again and again, weightless like the surrounding darkness, Pegasus rushed forward, the dementor swooped aside like a bat, and fled in a hurry.

Pegasus lingered for a few seconds before disappearing into a puff of silver smoke.

The moon, stars and street lamps all at once glowed brightly again.A warm breeze blew through the playground, and the rustling of leaves and the sound of earthly cars filled the night sky again.

Apparently, Harry is temporarily out of crisis.But this does not mean that Hera can rest assured that Privet Drive is no longer safe, and the Order of the Phoenix must transfer Harry as soon as possible.Whether it's going to Black's old house or the Burrow, or even Hogwarts.

Hera rushed forward, but there was someone faster than him, Mrs. Figg, and when he got up to Harry, Mrs. Figg was berating Harry.

"Don't hide, silly boy!" she screamed. "What if there's one of them around? Oh, it's a good thing you're here."

Hera looked at the Muggle old lady. In fact, he didn't feel the slightest wave of magic power from the old lady in front of him, but she knew magic very well, and even knew Hera and Moody.

This can only mean one thing, she's a Squib, and it's Dumbledore's job to come and protect Harry.

Who would suspect an old Muggle lady who was just teasing cats in her room?

It has to be said that Dumbledore's protection of Harry is really extreme.

"I say," said Mrs. Figg, wringing her hands, "what have you been doing? God knows what trouble it would have been if I hadn't been keeping an eye on the child!"

"We've just been caught up in a little trouble." Moody looked nervous, and his magic eyes kept scanning Harry up and down to make sure nothing was missing from him.Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Harry, are you okay?" Moody patted Harry on the shoulder, which surprised Harry a little.He pointed at Moody, unable to believe his eyes, "Dumbledore said you were sick, you—"

"He's fine." Hera answered quickly. Harry didn't know about the fake Moody, and this is not a good place to chat. There will be plenty of time to explain about Moody afterward.

"Oh, we don't have time to stand around here! Harry, we have to send you back quickly! Oh, what a mess this is going to cause!!!" Mrs. Figg was on the verge of breaking down, and she was speaking surprisingly fast.

"I need to go back and tell Dumbledore that this place has been exposed, and more dark wizards will definitely come to Harry in the future." Moody winked at Hera, who nodded, indicating that this place can be handed over to him.

Moody disappeared with a bang.

"Hera, Mrs. Figg, I haven't figured out the current situation." Harry looked puzzled, his eyes moved back and forth between Hera and Mrs. Figg, and finally settled on Mrs. Figg, "Are you a wizard?"

"I'm a Squib, and I can't help you get rid of the Dementors. Thanks to Lestrange. He got you."

"Hera, why are you here?"

"Actually, Dumbledore sent us to protect you, including Alastor." Hera didn't mind telling Harry this, and at the same time he vigorously lifted a fat figure on the ground, "This is your cousin Dudley? Sorry, I really can't believe that this fat pig is your cousin."

Mrs. Figg stooped too, took one of Dudley's fat arms with a wrinkled hand and pulled hard.

"Stand up, you useless big fool, get up!" She was so old that she couldn't pull Dudley's fat pig at all, "Hera, can you help me?"

"No problem." Hera said, using the Levitation Charm to suspend Dudley in mid-air.

Looking at this scene, Mrs. Fig could only say dryly: "Magic is really convenient."

They went all the way back in the direction of No. 4 Privet Drive, and Mrs. Figg couldn't stop talking.

"Keep your wand out there, and look at your Professor!" she said to Harry, as they walked into Wisteria Lane. "Forget about the Statute of Secrecy now, there's death for a dragon, and death for an egg. Speaking of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act—that's what Dumbledore has been worrying about—what's that over there at the intersection? Oh, it's Mr. Prentice—don't put your wand away, boy, haven't I been telling you?"

Seemingly being taught by Mrs. Figg endlessly, Harry said, "Hera, why are you here, and you just said it belonged to Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore told me to keep an eye on you, but not say anything, you were too young. I'm sorry I upset you, Harry, but if the Dursleys thought you liked coming to my house, they wouldn't let you come again. It's not easy, you know."

Because Hera was still vigilant about her surroundings, she didn't reply to Harry's words at the first time, which caused Mrs. Figg, Rory, to repeat a lot.

They went all the way to the door of Number 4, Privet Drive, and Harry also learned the news that shocked him-Dumbledore had been sending someone to follow him.

This is simply ridiculous, but everything in front of him tells him that it is true.But he couldn't understand why Dumbledore couldn't tell him about it?At least his childhood would not have been so miserable.

They sent the pensive Harry to the door, and soon after, Hella and Mrs. Figg trotted away. They hid in Mrs. Figg's house and waited for Moody.

"Anything to drink?"

"A cup of coffee, thank you." Hera could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I believe that Harry must have countless questions in his mind to ask them, but it is best to wait until they reach a safe place. They need to hear what Dumbledore means, where to transfer Harry.

Hera believed that Hogwarts was the safest place.But Dumbledore might not agree.

While they were waiting for news, a long-eared owl suddenly flew into number four, Privet Drive. It flew in from the kitchen, dropped a large parchment envelope in its mouth at Harry's feet, turned gracefully, and flew out with a whoosh, disappearing over the garden.

Harry's uncle yelled and slammed the kitchen window shut, but that didn't stop Harry from ripping open the envelope.
(End of this chapter)