Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 333 The Terrible Conjecture
But the students in the auditorium and Hera didn't notice that the figure outside the auditorium left almost the moment they started practicing.

Boom, thump, thump.

"Very well, that's it." Hera patted Neville on the shoulder. He just used the Iron Armor Charm very well to resist the attack of a Ravenclaw girl.

Seeing that the students' connections were on the right track, Hera shouted excitedly: "Children, you have done a good job. Take care to protect yourself and don't hurt your classmates."

In fact, the scene was chaotic, with spells of various colors shining brightly and beautifully in the auditorium. Of course, the students didn't just use the Disarming Charm and the Armor Curse. A considerable number of young wizards among them didn't know these two spells at all. Some of them even used the Slug Curse.

Hera had no choice but to shout loudly: "Students in senior grades, and students who have already mastered these two spells, help the students in lower grades, lest they be hurt by your own spells."

Soon, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall also came back, which made Hera's pressure a lot less, and the students' practice became more and more normal.

"Come on, Harry, don't practice sparring with this girl." Hera couldn't stand it anymore, Harry was still in love with that Chinese, Harry's wand flew to nowhere, and he didn't resist at all.

How could he still be in the mood to talk about love at such a time?It's too much, you must know that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​running at a high speed, and even Sturgis was imprisoned in Azkaban.Did Harry forgive him?

So, Hera found a match for Harry—Draco Malfoy.

"Draco, come here, you're sparring with Harry." Hera pulled Harry over, Draco was sparring with Goyle, it was also a one-sided situation, Goyle's mind was not normal all the time, he couldn't recite spells accurately, which made Draco very boring, because there was no challenge at all.

Goyle sighed, making way for Harry and Hera.

"You two spar, start." Hera waved her palm down, in fact, almost without him shouting the password, the atmosphere became much more anxious when Draco and Harry almost saw each other.

With a smug smile on Draco's face, he held his wand firmly on Harry.Harry wasn't much better off than he was, his face tensed and his lips tightly pressed together.

They barely nodded or made a sound, just staring at each other intently.

Hera stood aside, quite satisfied in her heart, this is what a duel looks like, isn't it?
Was it playing house before?

Voldemort is not going to look at you affectionately and say 'Ammunition' without pain or itch.

Draco and Harry raised their wands over their shoulders almost instantly, and their spells hit each other hard, staggering almost in sync, bending over, gasping for breath.

"Hey, Hera, why are you being lazy here?" Professor Flitwick leaned over. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat. It was simply too difficult for his short legs to instruct students to chant in such a large auditorium.

Hera smiled, and hurriedly followed Professor Flitwick to help other little wizards who couldn't recite the spell. "I'm coming."

Hera and the others were busy almost until the curfew time, and the students reluctantly left the auditorium, waving their wands and shouting 'Expel arms' when they left.Of course, they were just putting on a show.

"Huh, Hera, don't ask me for this kind of thing next time." Professor Flitwick said in a low voice, wiping the sweat from his forehead.In contrast, Professor McGonagall was much more excited. She even held her wand and hugged her shoulders in front of her chest, still wanting more.

"It's just too exciting," said Professor McGonagall. "I've been meaning to do it for a long time."

Hera glanced at Flitwick innocently, and Flitwick slapped himself on the face. He had hardly sat down to rest in the past two hours. For him, the amount of exercise was simply too much.

"Next week, Hera, I'd love to join the Dueling Club again," said Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised.

Hera smiled and said, "That's perfectly fine. But we're going to show the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs how powerful their head is, and you can't upstage them."

"Of course." Professor McGonagall agreed.

Hera separated from them at the door of the auditorium. He returned to his office, but saw Harry at the door.

"Hey, Harry, why didn't you come back to the common room?" He stretched his hands through Harry's black hair, messing it up even more.

Harry broke free from Hera's grasp, "I would like to invite you to watch tomorrow's Quidditch training."

"Give me a reason." Hera straightened her expression, and gently pushed open the office door, "Come in and talk." He said as he walked in, "Harry, you must be clear, I am very busy, or each of us is very busy. Stoji was arrested and you know it."

"I know," Harry whispered, and Hera sat back behind his desk, took a piece of catnip out of her pocket and handed it to Harry, "How about a piece? You know, it still tastes good."

"Thanks, but I'm not in the mood for it," Harry said dejectedly, looking up.

"Tell me about it."

"say what?"

"what are you thinking."

"I wasn't thinking anything." Harry turned his head away.

Hera pursed her lips and frowned, "Harry, we are doing this to protect you, I hope you can understand this."

"I know! I know everything!" Harry suddenly yelled, "Of course I know, you are here to protect me." His voice gradually trailed off, "But I can't be ignorant. Sturgis was imprisoned in Azkaban because of me, Voldemort is free, no one believes me, I really just want to know, I won't do anything."

Hera sighed, took out another mint and put it in her mouth, looking at the photo on the desk - it was Harry's photo of them together at the end of his first year.

"Harry, I can't tell you too much, this is what Dumbledore meant." Hera looked at Harry who was sobbing with his head down, and said softly.

He knew that there must be too much pressure on Harry. Last school year he lost his classmate Cedric, and this year he lost Sturgis. Voldemort's return was not even recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

Hera believed that Harry would definitely prefer to fight Voldemort face to face, rather than hiding in Hogwarts.

But this obviously didn't go with Dumbledore's plan, and Harry had to die at the last moment.Before they destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry was the flag, the flag that could unite the British wizarding community, he was the hope.

It is impossible for Dumbledore to let Harry die at the hands of Voldemort now, which will completely lose the fighting spirit of the wizarding world - they will lose Potter.

"Hera, you have to let me know something, at least let me know what you're doing. I can help you too." Harry looked up, emerald eyes watering.

"Harry, this is against the rules." Hera took a deep breath. "I'm taking a great risk. You must promise that you will not tell anyone, even Hermione and Ron."

"Yeah." Harry nodded immediately.

"We have found a Horcrux." Hera said softly.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and he asked inexplicably, "Horcrux, what is that?"

"Remember that diary you had in second grade?" Hera reminded Harry just a little bit.

"You mean that's a...horcrux too?"

"Yes, that's also a Horcrux of the Dark Lord." Hera said flatly, her eyes fixed on Harry's forehead.It suddenly occurred to him that they seemed to have overlooked a fact: if Harry was also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, how could they be sure that the Harry in front of them was Harry?

It's a bit convoluted to say this, but simply put, it's how to make sure that Harry in front of him is not Voldemort's Horcrux.

"So, what is it for?" Harry asked.

"The Dark Lord was resurrected by it." Hera said simply. "Okay, that's the end of the Q&A session, I really can't say any more."

Harry nodded. He got up and was about to leave the office. The moment he opened the door, he turned around and asked, "Will you come to tomorrow's training?"

Hera thought for a moment and nodded. He planned to observe Harry more during this period of time. The more he thought that Harry in front of him might be Voldemort in disguise, Hera became a little flustered.

Fortunately, the memory of the Horcrux and Voldemort's own memory are not the same, otherwise Voldemort would have known that Hera had destroyed his diary.

"Go back and sleep well." Hera blinked. "That Ravenclaw girl is quite attractive."

Harry blushed, and immediately trotted out of the office.

Looking at the closed door, Hera sat on the chair and thought over and over again. He became more and more uneasy. It was absolutely necessary to find Dumbledore.

Putting on her cloak, Hera went upstairs.

Dumbledore was not there, and he said he was going to visit Sturgis' family tonight, but Hera felt that it was necessary for him to wait here for Dumbledore to come back, so that he could tell him this amazing idea as soon as possible.

Fox was on the cage stand, and as soon as he saw Hera appear, he turned around and turned his rear end to Hera.

Hera slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Fox, but in exchange for Fox's eyes, it even pecked the back of Hera's hand lightly with its beak in a demonstration.

"Don't worry, Fox, I'm not here to pluck your tail." Hera's eyes widened, as if this would make him look innocent.

Fox turned around, and the defense in his eyes didn't decrease in the slightest, but it's obviously a good signal, isn't it?

At least Hera dared to gently put her hand on it.

When Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, he was very surprised to see this harmonious scene in the headmaster's room: Hera hugged Fox and sat on the throne-like chair he usually sat on.

"Hera, I didn't expect you to be waiting for me here." Dumbledore took off his cloak and hung it on the coat rack, and walked over with a smile.

Hera shuddered and almost pulled out her wand. After seeing that it was Dumbledore, she stood up from her seat holding Fox.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, I was waiting for you here, I thought you would come back earlier." He yawned as he said that, he had just fallen asleep.

"I wasted some time with Sturgis' mother. I have to promise that I will bring Sturgis back to her intact." Dumbledore sighed, and he shook his head. He could only ask Kingsley to take care of Sturgis in Azkaban. I hope Sturgis can endure these months.

"Dumbledore, I suddenly had a terrible idea tonight, and I have to tell you." Hera said seriously, and at the same time he put Fox back on the bird stand, and Fox still reluctantly buried his head on his chest.

Dumbledore was also serious, and he sat back in his seat, tapping his fingers on the table. "What happened to the Dueling Club? I think it should be under your control."

"It's not about the Dueling Club." Hera shook her head, "It's about Harry Potter."

"Harry, what's wrong with him?" Dumbledore frowned. To be honest, he hadn't paid attention to Harry at all recently. He was so busy with the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix every day.

"I suspect that Harry is not Harry." Hera replied very simply, and he believed that Dumbledore could understand.

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table, and neither of them spoke for a while.After a long time, Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"What's there to be happy about?" Hera asked puzzled.

"Does it matter if Harry is Harry?"

Hera froze for a moment, he understood what Dumbledore meant, and after a few breaths, Hera nodded with an ugly expression.

"Your wisdom is truly incomparable."

Dumbledore shook his head, denying Hera's words. "If I was smart enough, I shouldn't have let Tom form a gang at Hogwarts Rilla."

"You've done well enough." Hera knew what he was referring to. Most of Voldemort's first followers were his classmates in Slytherin, such as Abraxas Malfoy of the Malfoy family.

"From the first time I saw him, I saw his uncontrollable cruel, secretive and domineering nature." Dumbledore sighed heavily.

"But you couldn't have known that he would become what he is now."

"Yes, I have no way of knowing."

The conversation ended so strangely, although Dumbledore said that Hera's worries were unnecessary-it didn't matter whether Harry was Harry or not, as long as he died at the hands of Voldemort at the right time, it was enough.But Hera still wanted to observe Harry more, this was simply a ticking time bomb for his undercover status.

So, after breakfast the next day, Hera rushed to the Quidditch pitch early, and when he got there, the Gryffindor team had already started training.Harry and Ron, riding on broomsticks, didn't look any different.

Oh, the only difference is probably that there is no Hermione on the grass.

But what does this affect?

(End of this chapter)