Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 334 Senior Investigator, Have You Asked Me About Hera?
Hera sat on the grass, watching the figures flying across the field, the Gryffindors throwing Quaffles and Bludgers, and the Slytherins stamping and laughing on the edge of the field.

The Slytherins looked happier than the Gryffindors, as they could clearly see a player whose nose had been broken by a Bludger, which put the Gryffindors in a bad mood, with the look on their faces as if they had just eaten a big bowl of jelly slugs.

"It looks like Ron has made a mess of things." Hera stared at the sky, he could easily see that Ron accidentally injured his teammate, not only that, he also failed to catch the Quaffle passed to him by his teammate, which made the Quidditch players flying in the sky grimace.

Not long after, the training was over, and Harry drooped his head listlessly. He regretted it very much now. He should not have invited Hera to watch their training, which was simply too frustrating.

They made a fool of themselves.

Hera watched them fall to the ground, stood up quickly, and walked in the direction of Harry and Ron.

"Hey, Harry, Ron, you've trained really well." Hera patted Ron on the shoulder. He knew very well that it was Ron who made a mess of things, but he thought he needed to give Ron some confidence.After all, no one is born to fly.

Ron stared blankly at the castle, and said in a hollow voice, "Totally screwed up."

"It's not particularly bad, at least you didn't break your nose." Hera comforted softly, "If someone's nose becomes like Dumbledore's, it will be a big deal."

"Thank you for the reassurance," said Ron dryly, "but I'm not a fool."

Hera looked at Harry helplessly when she heard this, and they both sighed.

"Okay, kids, don't think so much, go back to the castle earlier, I'm sure you're exhausted." Hera patted Harry on the back, "Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

Harry nodded and followed Ron towards the castle, where they had to go to the broomroom to put away their broomsticks before returning to the common room.

Hera stood on the field, looking at Harry's back in thought.

"Harry seems to be quite normal." But he quickly changed his words, "No, how can I be sure when the Horcrux replaced Harry's identity?"

Things seem to be true, as Dumbledore said, it doesn't matter whether Harry is Harry or not, he just needs to be sacrificed at the right time.

Saturday went by in a blur, Hera had done almost nothing, he was almost superfluous at Hogwarts, despite Dumbledore's urgency to keep him here, and even took him back from Madame Maxime.

The next morning, when Hera was still eating in the auditorium, there was a sudden burst of surprise among the students. They seemed to have found some serious news in the newspaper.This made Hera, who did not subscribe to the Daily Prophet, very curious.

So, he took the newspaper on Professor Flitwick's desk. Flitwick had always had the habit of ordering newspapers, even if they were all made-up news.

When Hera unfolded the newspaper, he gasped for a moment. On the front page of the newspaper was a huge photo of Dolores Umbridge. She was smiling and blinking at Hera.As disgusting as she was in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Above the photo is the headline in big letters: Ministry of Magic Seeks Educational Reform.

Dolores Umbridge is appointed the first High Inquisitor.

"What does this mean?" Hera continued to read along the title.

"The minister has been feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the state of affairs at Hogwarts for some time now," said Assistant Minister Richfar Heilig. "He has acted on the heels of parents who have expressed concern that the school appears to be moving in a direction they strongly disapprove of."

"Richfar Heilig?" Hera was familiar with the name, and he quickly realized, isn't this the unlucky guy from last year?
The Ministry of Magic found him?
This is not a difficult task. As long as the Ministry of Magic looks hard, it will definitely be found.Hera could only comfort herself in this way, but judging from the current situation, his Oblivion Curse has performed quite well, otherwise, how could he still be sitting in Hogwarts for breakfast safely?

But how did Richfar Heilig become Assistant Minister?

Hera couldn't understand this point, but it didn't affect his reading. The whole article was not too long, and Hera finished reading it in about 10 minutes.

Obviously, this was a premeditated action, and Dumbledore had never discussed it before. Dumbledore would never agree to such an excessive request.

But Fudge played a trick. He first publicized the move of the Ministry of Magic in the newspapers. Dumbledore had no way to fight against the voices of the masses by himself-even though they were deceived.

See what it says here: the eccentric decisions, no doubt including the appointment of controversial faculty, have been commented on in this paper, including the hiring of werewolf Remus Lupine, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid, and the notorious Hera Lestrange.

This made Hera bang on the table in a rage, what did he do to become notorious?
At least Hera didn't torture the Muggles and the Longbottoms like Bellatrix and Rodolphus did?

At most, the word-of-mouth in the Greek smuggling circle was not good enough, and Hera finally took away a lot of membership fees.

"Calm down, Hera," said Professor Flitwick softly. "We all know you're not who the papers say you are."

"Filius, when did you come?" Hera looked at the little Professor Flitwick in surprise, "Why didn't I see you?"

"Probably when you had doubts about Mr. Richfar Heilig." Professor Flitwick picked up the knife and fork and ate the steak on the dinner plate. "We searched all night last year but couldn't find him, and we don't know where he went. And he became the assistant minister without making a sound."

"Yeah, it's really puzzling." Hera sighed, picked up the knife and fork and continued to enjoy her breakfast.

While sipping his steak, Flitwick looked casually at the end of the newspaper.Suddenly, he yelled, "What!"

"What's the matter, Filius?" Hera poked her head over, looking at the line of text that Flitwick's fingers were tightly clasped.

"The investigating officer will have the authority to vet her fellow faculty members to ensure they are all up to standard."

Hera glanced at Flitwick sympathetically, "Filius, believe me, even if she stands in the last row of the classroom without saying a word, it's disgusting enough."

"The question is where does she have this ability? Why does the Ministry of Magic think she is good enough to evaluate our teaching level?" Professor Flitwick said angrily. Of course he is very confident in his teaching, but this does not mean that he will accept the review of a clown.

"This is an insult."

"If the purpose of the Ministry of Magic is to drive away everyone in Hogwarts, I think his purpose has been achieved." Hera shrugged and said helplessly. "Fortunately, I'm not in charge of any courses this school year, otherwise I would be pissed off by Ms. Toad."

"Hehe." Professor Flitwick sneered, which is hard to imagine, because he has always been a smiling dwarf, and almost no one has seen him angry. "If she dares to make any stupid remarks in my class, I don't mind throwing her out of my classroom."

"Calm down, Filius." Hera pushed Professor Flitwick back, returning what he said a few minutes ago with dignity.

Professor Flitwick also felt Hera's mood just now.

The breakfast was over soon, and many professors on the teaching staff had a cold face. They obviously either saw or heard that they were aware of the latest decree of the Ministry of Magic anyway.

Dumbledore did not show up in the auditorium. It is estimated that he was arguing with the Ministry of Magic about this matter. The Ministry of Magic's control over Hogwarts has reached an unprecedented level. This is definitely not something Dumbledore can accept.

After leaving the auditorium, Hera followed behind Umbridge. He had already made up his mind: he must mess up all the so-called "censorship", not only for Hogwarts, but also for himself. Hera still remembered the report about his own experience in the "Daily Prophet" a few days ago.

"Mr. Lestrange, do you have to follow me?" Umbridge stopped and turned around with a fake smile on his face.

Hera shrugged and said indifferently, "I don't think this corridor is Umbridge."

"Of course." Umbridge's expression became irritable, her mouth was tightly knit together, and she turned away and continued walking towards her destination.

Hera strode after her, not hiding her intention at all, he just wanted to disgust Umbridge!
He wouldn't mind cleaning up the 'pests' for the Ministry as long as he caught Umbridge doing anything out of the ordinary.

Umbridge walked into a classroom, and Hera looked up at the door sign. It was the classroom of Charms, which was a subject taught by Flitwick.

As soon as Umbridge entered the classroom, he huddled in a corner, which was in stark contrast to Hera, who sat carelessly in the last row of the classroom—anyone with a discerning eye knew who was more upright.

"Hera, I'm glad you could come to listen. I don't mind if you give me some advice." Professor Flitwick said generously standing on the podium, but all the students noticed one thing - Professor Flitwick completely ignored Umbridge who was huddled in the corner.

"I don't think I have the qualifications. I'm not some guy who doesn't know himself." Hera stood up, and her words were very clear.

Everyone knew who the guy he was talking about had no self-knowledge.

"Anyway, you are very welcome." Professor Flitwick smiled, but did not take Hera's words. At this moment, the class bell rang. "Let's go to class, kids."

In this class, Umbridge huddled in a corner obediently, taking notes on the clipboard.Flitwick was also delighted, treating Umbridge as a guest so completely that he didn't seem to care about it at all.Umbridge didn't say much, just asked a few questions in a low voice to the girl next to her.

Hera pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the content disappointed him. Umbridge just asked about what the usual class was like, and seemed to be really fulfilling the duties of Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor.

This made Hera wonder if Umbridge had misunderstood, maybe they just had a disagreement.But soon, Hera knew how ridiculous his thoughts were.

After the Charms class, Umbridge went to the Divination classroom in the afternoon. It was located in the North Tower of Hogwarts. The entrance to the classroom was a round trapdoor. Hera didn't like it very much. He had never been to a Divination classroom before.

But when Hera entered the classroom, he found that his hunch was right.

It didn't look like a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crowded around them, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging futons.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a dim red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.It was suffocatingly hot here, and under the well-placed mantelpiece a fire was burning, and on it stood a great brass teapot, giving off a strong, sickly smell. .

Along the circular wall were shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

This place is definitely not much better than Filch's office, at least Hera frowned the moment she entered the classroom.

The moment Hera and Umbridge entered the classroom, the students who were chatting and laughing suddenly fell silent. Trelawney, who was walking around, heard the voice in the classroom suddenly lowered, and turned around.

"Hera, good afternoon." She greeted Hera first, "And Professor Umbridge?"

Hera nodded, and found a seat to sit down on her own. He was not familiar with Professor Trelawney, but had only met him a few times. To be honest, he had never believed in divination, and researching stuff was a waste of time.

But that didn't mean Hera wanted him to see Umbridge exercising her privileges.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney." Umbridge was smiling again.

Hera actually saw Harry and Ron in the classroom. They actually took Divination as an elective in the fifth grade. I have to say that they were really brave.

"I believe you must have received my notice? It says to check the time and date of your class." Umbridge said in a delicate voice, but no one would think that the voice was nice, and it could even be said to be extremely harsh.

Professor Trelawney nodded with a straight face, looking very unhappy. She raised her head towards Hera and said softly: "Hera, I am very glad to see you in class again. Since you gave up divination, I really can't think of any reason to see you here."

(End of this chapter)