Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 329 Ding!Dumbledore picks up the black gemstone ring

Hera spent several days idling in Black's old house, and had not waited for Dumbledore's reply. He couldn't help wondering whether Dumbledore hadn't seen his letter.But soon, he realized that his worries were unnecessary.

Dumbledore came to Black's old house on the third day. He was travel-stained, his cloak was covered with dust, his face was deeply tired, and his spirit seemed listless.Hera had no doubt that he would be able to fall asleep the next moment.

"Something happened in Nurmengard, I had to go to Austria." Dumbledore sat down on the sofa, making creaking noises, but he didn't take it seriously.

Hera got up and went to the restaurant to pour a cup of black tea for Dumbledore, hoping to refresh him.The pressure on Dumbledore was much more than they had to bear.

Hera was pouring tea when she suddenly heard a surprised voice from the living room, "Is this your new pet?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Hera poked her head out of the dining room and saw a black snake coiling around Dumbledore's feet. Tom straightened up and looked at Dumbledore curiously.Dumbledore looked very kind, and even reached out to pat it on the head.

"Hera, can you make this guy move his hand away?" Tom hissed at Hera, spitting out a message. Its body was stiff and did not dare to escape. Even if it was an ordinary snake, it could still sense the huge magical power hidden in Dumbledore.

Hera shrugged helplessly, and turned back to the kitchen to continue preparing hot tea.

Dumbledore scratched Tom's chin with a smile, as if facing a pug, "Hera, your pet is really interesting, but it doesn't seem to like me that much." Dumbledore's eyes were shining, and his tired face could not conceal his curiosity.

"I want to go have a drink." Tom slowly crawled away from Dumbledore, it walked very slowly, for fear that Dumbledore would catch it back again.Hera leaned out again angrily.

"Tom, if you soak yourself in red wine again, I will definitely try the taste of snake wine next time." Hera hissed, and he came out of the restaurant with a tea tray.

Tom's actions paused, he turned his head and glanced at Hera, then shook his body and left.

"It's really interesting." Dumbledore took the teacup and said with a smile. Obviously he understood the conversation between Hera and Tom. Although he couldn't speak Parseltongue, he could still understand some of it in front of him.This, of course, was due to his erudition, not his pedigree.

"I hope it didn't scare you. I haven't educated it well yet." Hera sat on the sofa next to Dumbledore and whispered while looking at Tom's tail as she twirled her teacup.

Dumbledore laughed and shook his head, "No, how could it be, it is also one of your gains in Gaunt's old house?"

"Well, I found it in Gaunt's old house. It knows a lot of things. Although the memory is a bit fragmented."

"I believe you will figure everything out." Dumbledore said lightly, taking a sip of black tea.Hera didn't know whether he was referring to the matter in Gaunt's old house or his own background.

"Come on, let's talk about it carefully, let us see what you saw in Gaunt's old house." Dumbledore said that he did not know where to pull out a wide flat basin, with a silver liquid flowing in it - Pensieve, Hera did not expect Dumbledore to bring it all over.

Dumbledore put the Pensieve on the coffee table, stood up and stood in front of it, the silver light in the basin illuminated his face, and he looked older than before.He stared at Hera for a moment, and Hera got up and pulled out her wand, the elder wand.

"I'm looking forward to seeing it shine in your hands." Dumbledore looked at the wand and quickly turned his gaze to Hera's face. He slightly staggered to make room for Hera.

Hera sighed, brought the tip of her wand to her temple, drew out a silvery thought, and added it to the Pensieve.The thoughts in the basin spun rapidly, and they couldn't see anything clearly, only a blur of silvery white.

"Please, Professor Dumbledore." Hera reached out towards the Pensieve, and Dumbledore grabbed his arm, and the two fell directly into the Pensieve.Everything around them was turned upside down, and when the things in front of their eyes became clear again, there was a dilapidated old wooden house in front of them—Gaunt's old house.

Dumbledore solemnly followed Hera in the memory until the end of the memory. When everything around him became dark, Hera followed Dumbledore silently. He didn't make a sound to disturb Dumbledore. He knew that Dumbledore needed time to think at this moment.

"Let's do it again, shall we?" said Dumbledore softly.

Hera nodded, and accompanied Dumbledore to browse through her memory again.

This time, Dumbledore looked more carefully, and he even squatted down very low, in order to be able to see the ring in the dungeon better.

As the surroundings became dark again, Dumbledore stood up slowly, "Hera, I think we need to go to Gaunt's old house."

"Did you find anything?" Hera asked.

Dumbledore nodded emphatically, "But I still need to confirm it myself, Hera, I'm very relieved that you didn't touch any suspicious items rashly. If Penello knows, she will be very happy."

"I think so too." Hera said, and the two of them left the Pensieve.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, and pushed the Pensieve towards Hera, "Hera, keep this in your hand."

"Really?"

"Ah."

Dumbledore nodded. He took the cloak from the sofa and put it on his body, and stretched out his arm to let Hera put it on.Hera grabbed Dumbledore's outstretched forearm.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "well, here we go."

Hera nodded and closed her eyes tightly.Being apparated by someone is never a good experience, at least Hera hated it.

They followed their memory all the way to find the dungeon. Dumbledore quickly found the pile of bones. He bent down and took out a wand from his pocket. This was completely different from the elder wand he had given to Hera before. It was a very straight wand, and it didn't want so many decorations on the elder wand. The shape was very regular, but the tip of the wand was slightly bald.

"Ha, this is my old wand." Dumbledore noticed Hera's gaze and said softly, "Of course, when I touch it again, I can still feel the joy from it."

"As long as you are happy." Hera said dryly, taking a small step back silently, giving Dumbledore room to squat down.

Dumbledore nodded at him, crouching down slowly, as if it was a difficult movement for him.Gently picking up the ring with his wand, he murmured, "Aha, it looks like we've found something amazing." A light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, but it was quickly drowned out, and another emotion emerged in his eyes - longing.

Desire, Hera was sure.

"Ariana, Ariana, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it at the time." Dumbledore murmured, he grabbed the ring tightly and wanted to put it on his finger, Hera almost immediately noticed the abnormality, he rushed forward and grabbed Dumbledore's arm forcefully, preventing him from putting the ring on.

No matter what the ring was, Hera only knew one thing: something must have gone wrong to make Dumbledore lose his composure like this!

They were deadlocked for almost 10 minutes before Hera gave up and took out her wand and cast a stun spell directly at Dumbledore-this may be the best way so far.But before he could say the spell, in fact, he had barely put his hand in his pocket when Dumbledore sat down on the ground.

"It's an irresistible desire." Dumbledore sat on the ground panting, "I think you've definitely done me a big favor."

Hera stretched out her hand towards Dumbledore, "I think you can definitely overcome it without me here."

Dumbledore laughed softly. He shook his head vigorously, looked down at the ring, took out a small ring box from his pocket with trembling palms, put the ring in carefully, and whispered several spells at it while holding his wand.

"Magic always leaves traces," said Dumbledore, standing up against the wall. "Sometimes there are very obvious traces of magic. I taught Tom Riddle and knew his style, but I didn't expect to use such a form. It's really surprising. To be honest, he threw the Horcrux here so casually, and he was too confident."

"I don't think so." Hera smiled wryly. "If the Dark Lord's horcruxes are stored like this, I don't know if we can destroy them. After all, we don't know how many horcruxes he made so far."

"I think that would be a terrible number." Dumbledore's expression became serious. "From his madness in the later stage, we can know that he definitely didn't cut it just once."

Hera pondered for a few seconds, and said in an uncertain tone, "I'm afraid it is."

"Okay, then let's go back. Before destroying it, I need to do some research." Dumbledore put the ring box in his pocket and stretched out his forearm.

Hera took Dumbledore's forearm resignedly, and the two of them disappeared in Gaunt's old house. When they opened their eyes again, Hera was surprised to find that they had not returned to Black's old house, they had returned to Hogwarts, and it was the headmaster's office.

As soon as they landed, Phineas greeted them in the frame.But Hera couldn't care less about these, "Dumbledore, why are we going back to—"

"Think of it as a little privilege of the headmaster." Dumbledore said calmly, he took a few steps to sit behind the desk, and threw the ring box into the drawer.

"Dumbledore, you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Oh, what are you referring to?" Dumbledore nodded pretending to have just realized, "Come back, I don't think the students will care about that report, and they need you right now."

"I'm afraid you guessed wrong, they won't like a Lestrange." Hera sat opposite Dumbledore and said a little dejectedly.

Dumbledore shook his head, and took out a roll of parchment from the drawer, "You're wrong, look at this."

Hera took the parchment, opened it hesitantly, her eyes gradually brightened up again, and finally saw the end of the paper, her eyes became even more rosy.

"I know your concerns, but you should trust your student more, Hera." Dumbledore said, stood up and patted Hera on the shoulder.

Hera carefully rolled up the parchment and put it in the inner pocket of the cloak, "Dumbledore, can I keep this as a souvenir?"

"You've put it away," said Dumbledore humorously.

For a moment, Hera laughed, and Dumbledore laughed too.

"Thank you, Dumbledore." After a while, Hera spoke.

Dumbledore waved his hand, "Don't thank me, this group of children see it very clearly. I didn't do anything, just wrote a few letters to the parents of the students."

"I'm sorry about Lupin's matter." Dumbledore sighed and said softly, "So I don't want this to happen again, especially in this situation."

Hera nodded.

"Okay, my hero, today is thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find that thing so easily." Dumbledore winked at Hera.

Hera knew that the interview was over, and Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood because he had found a Horcrux. Even though there was a sense of ending in his tone, Hera was still not depressed, and he was so happy from ear to ear when he recalled the contents of the parchment.

In fact, there was nothing special on the parchment. It was nothing more than the fact that students from several colleges jointly wrote a letter to Dumbledore, begging him not to fire Hera.

This group of children is much better than their parents, and their judgment has not been affected by external conditions. They believe more in what they see than what others say.That's a good thing, especially in these turbulent times.

So, at dinner that day, everyone was surprised to find a familiar figure on the staff table, and cheers erupted from the long Gryffindor table.

Without looking up, Hera knew who was screaming - it must be Hermione and her two useless men, but when Hera looked up, he was surprised that the most troubled ones were the Weasley twins, and they even set off a kind of fireworks.

And the professors surprisingly didn't stop them, and even watched all this with interest - except for Umbridge, who was holding a knife and fork viciously, with a hideous face.

"I thought some frail guy had gone home and cried." Snape's voice came from the side coldly.

Professor Flitwick bumped him hard with the shoulder, and said to Hera, "Don't believe his nonsense."

(End of this chapter)