Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 314 I Can Only Tell You So Much
"He's emotionally repulsive to wizards right now," Bill said. He seemed much nicer than his family, and at least Hera liked him more. "He's still mad at Bagmans! He thinks the Ministry of Magic is covering up the truth. You know, the goblins never got their gold from him—"

There was a burst of laughter from the middle of the table, drowning out what Bill had to say.The twins, Ron and Mundungus, were rocking in their chairs laughing.

"Dunger, what's the matter? Why don't I understand much?" Hera frowned. He didn't know what the relationship between Bagman and the goblin was. It sounds like this matter has something to do with the Ministry of Magic?

"Haha——" Mundungus couldn't breathe with laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks, he said, "That guy Bagman, he opened a gamble, and the goblin bet at least hundreds of Galleons on him, but last year's World Championship greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, and he finally used the leprechaun's fake gold coins to fool the goblin. Later, the gold Galleons in the goblin's hands turned into toads after they woke up, and Bagman played a lot of tricks on the goblin!"

"Okay, I probably figured out what's going on." Hera tilted his head, and he basically figured out what's going on.Bagman succeeded in tricking the goblins, and I have to say he was really daring.Hera laughed too.

Hera felt someone tug on his clothes, he turned his head to look at Hermione, lowered his head, Hermione approached her, and she asked in a low voice, "Why did he join the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Him? Mundungus?" Hera said in a low voice, "Don't be fooled by him, don't look at him as such a sloppy person, but as long as he is willing to empty his pockets, he even dares to break into Gringotts. And he is very well-informed, and once helped Dumbledore out of a difficult situation."

Hermione nodded. They didn't like Mundungus very much.This is easy to understand. How can students who have been in the ivory tower understand the ideas of the bottom of society who have been smoothed by society and have to walk on the edge of the law?

Hera didn't force it either, he cut the steak into small pieces and put it in his mouth, served it with black pepper, it tasted so good, Hera squinted his eyes.When Hera put down the knife and fork, the conversation at the dinner table gradually calmed down.The big guys basically leaned on the back of the chair, looking full of food and drink, and relaxed physically and mentally.Tonks yawned with his mouth open, and the Weasley children fell silent.

"It's about time for bed, I think," said Molly, yawning.

"I think so, but you'd better keep quiet so as not to wake up the old lady in the portrait again. We can't destroy her, it's disrespectful to Sirius." Hera pushed aside the empty plate in front of her, and turned to look at Hermione. "Your room should have been tidied up. I hope you like that room. I made Cowper dress up a lot on purpose."

Hermione followed Hera upstairs, and when they passed through the hall, the portrait behind the curtain was eerily quiet, Hermione held Hera's hand nervously, "Hera, what happened? Harry he—"

"These things are really a headache, but we adult wizards will take care of them." Hera squeezed Hermione's hand, and they walked up the stairs, making a thumping sound. "You haven't joined the Order of the Phoenix, you shouldn't know these things."

"But we all care about Harry—"

"But you're only 15 years old." Hera stopped Hermione.He didn't want one of his favorite students to be involved in Voldemort and Dumbledore's affairs.

"But You-Know-Who wouldn't consider that I'm only fifteen," said Hermione, as she took a long stride up the steps in front of Hera, who was almost at eye level. "Tell me the truth, I can't—after the return of You-Know-Who, I still don't know anything."

"Okay, Hermione—what do you want to know? We'd better go to your room, I don't want to be heard by Harry and the others." Hera said, pulling Hermione to her room, while closing the door tightly.

"What is the mysterious man doing? I've been paying attention to the news, but I haven't found any trace of him. It's the same in the "Daily Prophet". No one died strangely, and nothing happened, as if he never came back."

"That's because no one has died strangely so far," Hera said. "As far as I know anyway, obviously, we know a lot."

"But how could he—?" Hermione sat on the bed, picking up a throw pillow and hugging it in her arms, thinking.

"How did he stop killing? I knew you'd ask that." Hera was pleasant, because Hermione could notice it, but it wasn't good news, "because he didn't want to draw attention to him, and that would be dangerous for him. You know, his return this time didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped. His schedule was disrupted. So he had to do it."

"Because he didn't kill Harry and was seen by his men, he had to spend time to win over his men, didn't he?" Hermione thought of this quickly, and her face became ugly at the same time.

No one died, which is not good news.

"I think so, Dumbledore thinks so, and the Order of the Phoenix thinks the same way. But the Ministry of Magic doesn't think so." Hera spread his hands. Fortunately, he didn't bet on the Ministry of Magic, otherwise he would definitely lose. Just looking at the attitude of the Ministry of Magic, whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, it is easy to defeat them.The Ministry of Magic had infiltrated an unknown number of members of the Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters.

"But why is the Ministry of Magic so stupid? They should trust Dumbledore."

"You pointed out the key to the problem," Hera clapped her hands in satisfaction, "precisely because of Dumbledore."

"The Ministry of Magic is afraid of Dumbledore?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Or rather, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is afraid. He's afraid of what Dumbledore wants to do," Hera said, while sighing deeply. "He thinks Dumbledore is plotting to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore himself is quite the Minister of Magic."

"But we all know that Dumbledore doesn't want to." Hermione kept a straight face, and for a moment Hera thought she saw Professor McGonagall.He had to shake his hand in front of Hermione's eyes, "Okay, don't be sour. Of course we all know this, Dumbledore never wanted to be a minister."

"But Dumbledore's wisdom and spells make Fudge feel threatened. I bet he will consider whether to write to Dumbledore when he encounters difficult things." Speaking of this, Hera smiled. When he pretended to be Dumbledore, he often received Fudge's owl. "But he is also deeply wary of Dumbledore. He thinks that all this is just Dumbledore deliberately creating trouble."

"How could he think that?" Hermione said angrily. "How could he think that Dumbledore would make it up. He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem."

"Because admitting that Voldemort is back would mean big trouble, the kind of trouble the Ministry hasn't had in almost 14 years," said Hera tartly, and he hit the point. "Fudge didn't have the guts to face it. He made it easier for him to believe that Dumbledore was spreading rumours, undermining his stable position. Yet we all know that it's just him deluding himself."

"But what does it matter, we can tell the public that with Dumbledore around, they will believe it." Hermione said, she looked very annoyed, and couldn't understand Fudge's thoughts at all.

"If only it worked. The Ministry of Magic insists that there's nothing to worry about the Dark Lord. We have a hard time convincing people that he's back, especially when people don't want to believe it. Also, the Ministry has been putting pressure on the Daily Prophet not to report anything about it, which they're now calling Dumbledore's rumours. As a result, much of the wizarding world is completely unaware that something is going on, making them easy targets for Death Eaters if they use the Imperius Curse."

"But you're telling people the truth, aren't you?" Hermione asked, looking intently into Hera's eyes. "You're letting people know he's back, aren't you?"

Hera smiled wryly, "In the eyes of most wizards, I'm not a very popular guest at the dinner party." When he mentioned this, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, "Because of my surname, you know, it's easy for people to subconsciously dislike it."

"But what about the others, and Dumbledore—"

"Dumbledore is in trouble. I don't know if you read the "Daily Prophet" last week. They reported that he had lost his position as the chairman of the International Federation of Magicians because he was old and unable to do what he wanted, but what I want to tell you is—that's not true at all." Hera lowered her voice, he heard footsteps outside, probably Harry and the others came back from dinner, and they should be back to sleep at this time. "Dumbledore gave a speech announcing the Dark Lord's return, and the wizards at the Ministry of Magic voted him out. They demoted him, and he's no longer Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot."

Hermione couldn't help covering her mouth to keep herself from screaming, "How could they do this?"

"Of course they can. Not only have they demoted Dumbledore, they're even discussing taking back Dumbledore's Order of Merlin, First Class."

"They can't do this, didn't Dumbledore say anything?"

"Dumbledore said, of course he said, he doesn't care what they do as long as he doesn't remove him from the Chocolate Frog's card." Horazonson said with a grin over his shoulder.

"It's not something funny," said Hermione seriously.

Hera pulled the quilt from the side of the bed, "Of course I know it's not a funny thing, but I must let you sleep well. I've said enough, I hope you won't tell Harry them. The Weasleys insist that these things should not be told to you. On this matter, my attitude is the same as theirs." Hera put the quilt on Hermione.

"I'll go to sleep." Hermione pushed Hera's hand away, "I haven't changed into my pajamas, I haven't even washed, so don't put the quilt on me."

"Okay." Hera raised her eyebrows, got up and left the room, "We have a lot of things to do tomorrow, you'd better go to bed early and get a good night's sleep."

"Good night." Hermione said good night, but judging by her expression, Hera estimated that she would not go to bed early at all.He was a little annoyed, he shouldn't have said so much, it was too heavy for an adult wizard, let alone Hermione, a 15-year-old wizard.

But this did not affect the quality of Hera's sleep. He even slept more soundly. He had successfully completed Dumbledore's mission, and he should have nothing to do in the next short time.He just needs to wait in peace, as for the task Voldemort entrusted to him, he has no clue at all.

The doorbell rang several times a day, and as soon as the bell rang, the old Mrs. Black began to scream hysterically. Harry tried hard to eavesdrop on the visitor's conversation, but each time he could only catch a few glances, heard a few scattered conversations, and was called back by Molly. He didn't hear much useful information at all.

Snape dropped by a few more times, and Hera tried again to invite him to dine here, but he declined.Really sad news.Hera has always wanted to commission him to make some wolfbane potions. Professor Luke from Beauxbatons wrote several times hoping to get a few more bottles, and he is about to introduce the brewing method of wolfbane potions—if he succeeds, this will bring Hera a lot of income.

And Harry told them the bad news: he didn't sleep well, and his dreams always showed long corridors and locked doors, causing his scars to sting.This made everyone vigilant, but before Dumbledore arrived, everyone had nothing to do, and they didn't even have a clue.

But everyone realized that this might be a very serious problem-anything related to scars must have something to do with Voldemort, which is obviously not good news.

Dumbledore visited until midnight on August 8th and 10th. When he heard the news, he was so shocked that his hands trembled uncontrollably. You know, this is a rare event.At least Hera had never seen it before.

He hurriedly said, "I'll take this matter seriously, thanks for telling me, Hera. But I'll have to go somewhere else now." He left without even having time to send Harry to the Ministry of Magic.

This matter fell to Hera and Arthur.

This is not a difficult task. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix believes that Voldemort has not turned his face at this moment. He has not planned to be completely exposed to the Ministry of Magic, and he probably needs to hide.

In the morning, when Harry was eating the ribs in front of him, Molly turned to him and said softly, "I hope you wash your hair tonight, so you'll look a lot tidier tomorrow. A good impression works wonders."

When Hera heard this, she lowered her head to confirm in her pocket that her robe and cloak had been carefully ironed by Cowper, and then continued to eat her breakfast with confidence.

There's nothing more important than a good image, isn't it?
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