Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 331 Restarting the Dueling Club

"Obviously Dumbledore has changed his taste." Snape said coldly, "If you don't have anything to do, don't stand here. I still have work to do."

It could be seen that Snape was not in a good mood, and he didn't know who provoked him again. Hera left tactfully, but she was still wondering why Dumbledore's taste became so weird. What kind of snack is hook kiss?Why hasn't he heard of it.

"Hook Kiss." This time, the monster statue blocking the way at the door of the principal's office jumped to the side of the road to make way for Hera. Obviously, the password was correct.

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, when Hera entered the room, Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, scanning the Forbidden Forest through the window, and he turned around immediately after hearing Hera's footsteps.

"Dumbledore, I have something to ask you." Hera said, "About Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh? What's your whimsy, don't you plan to confront Umbridge?" Dumbledore said with a smile, he shook his head, "The Hera I know is not so stupid."

"Indeed, Dumbledore, you know me, I'm not a fool." Hera puffed out her chest, "Actually, I want to reopen the Dueling Club at Hogwarts."

"Yo, that's a good idea." Dumbledore sat back in his chair, and he seemed quite interested in Hera's proposal. "I think it's a good idea, but Professor Umbridge might not agree."

"We don't need her consent, do we?" Hera looked firmly at Dumbledore's blue pupils.

After a while, Dumbledore clapped his hands and laughed, "That's right, I think the Ministry of Magic really can't control Hogwarts."

"I will convince Felius. After all, he is a good player. In fact, I want to ask the deans of the four colleges to take turns teaching." Hera smiled. He had already considered the duel club on the way. As for the form?

Wouldn't it be enough to just imitate Lockhart?
Even he, a liar who can only forget the curse, can do it, Hera doesn't believe that he can't handle this dueling club!
"Very well, shall I inform them?" said Dumbledore, "although I suppose they would agree with you."

"No, I'll just tell them." Hera patted her chest and promised, "They have already had a lot of opinions about Umbridge—most of them were told by the students."

"Umbridge. Well." Dumbledore sighed. "I've given up trying to convince Connery. He won't believe it unless he sees it with his own eyes."

"But they're all well hidden, aren't they?" Hera smiled. To a certain extent, it's a good thing that Voldemort can't hide. This also gave the Order of the Phoenix a lot of breathing time, allowing Dumbledore to have more time to recruit people.

The Order of the Phoenix was disbanded 15 years ago. Dumbledore not only needs to call them back, but also needs to bring in more backbones and bring in fresh blood. The war this time will only be more intense than it was 15 years ago.

"How about after dinner every Friday?" Dumbledore said after a little thought.

Hera nodded, "I think so too, let the children relax on weekends."

"I will be there for the first meeting." Dumbledore said flatly.

Hera got up and was about to leave the principal's office. He was going to post this announcement on the bulletin board in the foyer. The Dueling Club will be re-opened in three years. I believe the students will be very excited.

"By the way, Hera," Dumbledore suddenly stopped him when Hera was holding the doorknob, "I'm going out some time, and the Hogwarts matter may have to be entrusted to you for a while."

Hera stopped, turned her head and complained to Dumbledore: "I think Professor McGonagall is more suitable than me."

"She has her mission," said Dumbledore indisputably.

Hera thought for a while, and finally nodded emphatically, "You can safely hand over Hogwarts to me, and I will definitely return it to you in its entirety."

Dumbledore gave Hera a big smile back, and he looked much more relaxed.

After Hera left, Dumbledore slowly raised his hand that had been hidden under the table, and murmured, "I hope you can take good care of Hogwarts."

"Albus, I don't think it's a good decision to hand over Hogwarts to him." A female voice came out from the picture frame on the wall of the headmaster's room. She was Dai Lisi Deventer, the former headmaster of Hogwarts and the only female headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, with long silver curls hanging from her shoulders.

"Yes, yes, I agree with Dai Lisi's opinion." Phineas also followed suit.

Dumbledore sighed for a long time, "I know, but I believe Hera can do well, and we have no other choice, don't we?"

Now, the two portraits are silent.

There was complete silence in the office. Dumbledore carefully examined the drooping, scorched, and black right hand, as if he was facing a very interesting antique.

"Severus did a great job, didn't he?" Dumbledore's tone was casual, as if stating today's weather.

The portraits of the headmaster on the wall were too angry to speak. They all squeezed into a small picture frame by the wall, and those who could leave had already left. They were so angry that Dumbledore did something stupid and didn't want to talk to him.

"Isn't there still two years left?" Dumbledore smiled wryly. "Thanks to Hera, I recovered before I put on the ring completely. The curse didn't fully work."

He smiled. With less than two years left, the news seemed insignificant to him.

"I have to make some arrangements." Dumbledore sat on the throne-like chair, struggling to put a glove on his right hand, and wrote something on the parchment with his left hand very awkwardly.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky darkened.Dumbledore sat on the chair, and the parchment had been rolled up and carefully placed in the drawer by him, "I'm very lucky, very lucky, to have so many people standing by my side."

"Yeah, if we hadn't called Severus earlier so that he had time to take so many measures, how could we have bought you so much time?" Dai Lisi blinked, she didn't want to trust Dumbledore anymore.

"Ha, but it gets easier, doesn't it?" Dumbledore smiled, only the portrait seemed completely confused.

After leaving the principal's office, Hera went straight to Filch's office on the first floor. His office was behind the stairs. Hera planned to find 'teaching aids' from him, such as some less dangerous magic items, which were used to show the students in the dueling club.

Hera believed that most students avoided this place, not just because it was dark and dirty, and the air smelled like grilled fish, which accounted for a large part compared to the set of shiny hinges, handcuffs, and fetters that Filch hung on the wall.

According to legend, Filch asked Dumbledore more than once to allow him to hang the students by their ankles and hang them upside down from the ceiling. Fortunately, Dumbledore never granted such an outrageous request.

"Oh! Hera, you're here. What's the matter with me?" Filch became very excited when he saw Hera. He didn't look like he did after reading the report—at least he didn't dodge Hera. Thanks to the good friendship established between Gallon and Mrs. Norris, the relationship between Hera and Filch was pretty good.

Hera and Filch shook hands lightly, "Actually, I came here to ask for your help. I want you to help me write an announcement on the bulletin board. The Dueling Club is about to restart."

"Oh?" Filch frowned suddenly, and he said dryly, "Won't this mess up the auditorium?"

"Don't worry, I will arrange everything as if nothing happened." Hera knew what Filch was worried about, so she quickly promised.

Filch was worried that the Great Hall was in such a mess that he, as the administrator of the school, would have to clean it up, and he was a Squib, he didn't have a wand, and that was hard work for him.

"Haha, that's no problem. When will I post it?" Filch quickly smiled again as expected, "I'll start writing now, and let every student see the announcement as soon as possible."

"Then I'll trouble you, Argus."

"It's okay, this is what should be done." Filch rubbed his hands, he was still very excited, after all, fighting between wizards is not common, let alone he is a squib.

I don't have the chance to see that kind of scene on weekdays.

The students soon discovered that there was an additional announcement on the notice board in the foyer. They read the words on a piece of parchment that had just been nailed up, which made them very excited and waved to the passing classmates.

"They're reopening the dueling club!" said a Gryffindor student. "Friday night, that's great. I knew the professors weren't going to sit still. We need to learn how to defend ourselves."

"What, did you believe what Lestrange and Potter said?" A Ravenclaw student pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "The Ministry of Magic said they were just trying to attract attention." But he read the announcement with interest as well. "But I don't mind studying."

The Gryffindor student curled his lips and murmured in a low voice: "If you believe in the Ministry of Magic, don't learn it."

However, the communication between Hera and the four deans was quite "harmonious", and three of them readily agreed, except for Snape.
"I don't waste my time on things that don't matter."

"But you know in your heart that this is one of the few things we can do for these children." Hera said helplessly.

Snape was silent, and he put down the herb-cutting knife in his hand.

"I'll be there."

(End of this chapter)