Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 337 Big Crisis——The Godfather of the Dog Wakes Up!

Hera saw Professor Flitwick come back almost immediately, he seemed to have accumulated a lot of anger in his small stature, and said with a gloomy face, "Dumbledore is not in the office."

"Presumably he must be worrying about this matter." Hera said softly.

"I'll let him know the moment he returns to Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick was also outraged that he had lost all the joy he had had since the Dueling Club opened.

Hera patted him on the shoulder calmly, "Don't think so much, if Umbridge is really in a hurry to do something in school, I don't think we will stand by and watch, will we?" After finishing speaking, Hera blinked at Flitwick.

"Of course it is," said Professor Flitwick. "Want to have a drink at the Three Broomsticks?"

"I want to ask Minerva and Pomona to go together. If possible, I hope Snape can go too. After all, he is the head of Slytherin." Hera said, but he knew very well that Snape would not be able to participate in their small gatherings. Snape's favorite thing was definitely brewing potions that no one understood in his potions classroom.

"Forget it," Professor Flitwick said in a low voice, waving his hand and leaning towards Hera, "I bet Severus would like Umbridge to fire him, everyone knows he doesn't want to teach at Hogwarts."

Hera shrugged, was Snape so obvious?
But think about it differently, if I want to teach a lot of young wizards who have no talent for casting Defense Against the Dark Arts at all, and they always cause all kinds of troubles in class, I must be unwilling to continue teaching, let alone grading their homework, that would be the most painful day for Hera.Without Penello's help, Hera would have been tortured by the little wizard's homework -- they didn't even know what a qualified paper was.

"Let me tell them, how about this weekend? I think everyone should have time." Professor Flitwick said after a moment of thought.

Hera nodded, "I can't wait to see them at the Three Broomsticks."

Professor Flitwick and Hera soon separated because he needed to go to class. As a professor, his week was still very tight, let alone he was still the head of Ravenclaw.

The No. 20 No. [-] education order not only caused disputes among professors, but also caused an uproar among students. They were very surprised to find that even the Quidditch team was included in the scope of educational student organizations, which meant that they had to apply to Umbridge again-reorganize the Quidditch student team, otherwise they would not be able to compete at all.

This made the students protest a lot.

And Hera had received even worse news—the Dueling Club had been shut down, and he couldn't reorganize it until Dumbledore returned—and Umbridge wouldn't agree.

On the surface, Hogwarts has been controlled by Umbridge, and she and the headmaster probably only have a difference in name, which makes Hera's teeth itch.

"I knew it would happen a long time ago." But Hera could only complain to the professors around her in this way, lest Umbridge continue to make some incomprehensible 'rules' while Dumbledore was away, even though it seemed like nonsense at all.

Harry broke into Hera's office door on Wednesday, much to Hera's surprise, with a furry owl on his shoulder.

He was sitting in a chair watching The Quibbler, and there was a cartoon of Umbridge as a toad, which, I have to say, was very vivid.But it inevitably made Hera a little worried. If the Ministry of Magic saw this, would they suspend the magazine? This would make him lose a lot of fun.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Hera put down "The Quibbler", Harry panted heavily, and he slowed down for a while.

After Harry finally calmed down to breathe, he said, "I met Umbridge in the corridor, and I bet she didn't see me, or she would have followed in."

"Umbridge? In the corridor?" Hera frowned. He didn't know what Umbridge was doing in the corridor on the fourth floor, and there was no Sorcerer's Stone hidden here.

"Yeah, she looks like she's hanging around here." Harry said fearfully, and Hedwig stood on his shoulder, looking utterly terrified, her feathers unusually disheveled, some folded upside down.Hera looked at the owl very strangely.

"Harry, what happened to your owl? It looks like it's been attacked."

"I think so too." Harry nodded, and gently combed Hedwig's body, hoping to make her hair softer. "But I can't think of what it is."

"First of all, it is unlikely to be thestrals. They have all been trained by Hagrid to not attack owls." Hera stood up seriously and looked at Hedwig. "I think it may be that communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts have been monitored, which is a very serious matter."

"Is that Umbridge?" Harry asked.

Hera sat back on the chair, tapped her fingers on the table, making a clattering sound, "I can't think of anyone else."

Harry nodded and fell silent, "Is there nothing you can do? It looks like Umbridge has his eye on you."

"I have nothing to do with her. After all, I'm not a teacher at Hogwarts." Hera smiled and added, "To be precise, I'm more like Dumbledore's assistant."

"Oh." Harry nodded emphatically.

"Harry, have you read your letter?" Hera noticed a letter tied to Hedwig's foot.

"Oh, yes!" said Harry, momentarily forgetting the scroll tied to Hedwig's foot.Hera watched Harry take the letter from Hedwig's feet. He lowered his eyelids and asked, "Harry, fifth grade is very busy. You should be in class now, right?"

"Yes, I skipped class." Harry said guiltily. "Professor Binns couldn't even pronounce my name correctly in History of Magic. It shouldn't be a big deal."

"It's nothing, Professor Binns has never been able to remember the names of his students." Hera reassured Harry a lot. "He always called me Mr. Perkins, although he probably only called me once. In fact, I don't know why Dumbledore asked Professor Binns to continue to be the professor of the History of Magic. He can't even remember the names of the students. How could he remember it right. Well, I said a bit too much, what did I write in the letter?"

Harry nodded and tore open the scroll, which was so scribbled that he had to decipher letter by letter.

"Papafoot, wake up." He said each word with a pause, and then a bright smile appeared on his face.

Hera said indifferently: "Isn't it Padfoot. Wake up, wait, Sirius is awake?"

"That's what it says in the letter." Harry handed the note to Hera, and Hera took the note, and at a glance she could recognize that it was Mundungus's handwriting. His handwriting always had a strong personal style, but Hera read it carefully several times to make sure that she didn't miss or miss any letter.

"Harry, it looks like I'm going on a long trip." Hera stood up, picked up the cloak hanging on the coat rack beside her, and put it on her body.

"Is it because of Sirius?" Harry asked anxiously.

Hera nodded, "There is nothing more serious than this."

Indeed, if the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew that it was Hera who sent Sirius to Azkaban, Hera would obviously have no place in the Order of the Phoenix—he was still not sure whether Harry was the real Harry, and if he told Voldemort what Hera had done, Hera might not have a place in the British magic world or the earth—he completely offended black and white.

"Can I go?" Harry asked urgently, he could hardly wait to meet his godfather dog, God knows how bad he was when he saw Sirius being kissed by a dementor in the Daily Prophet.

Hera shook her head, already buttoning her cloak. "Sorry, I don't think I can grant you this request."

"But he's my godfather," retorted Harry.

"There's no place as safe as Hogwarts right now," Hera said, staring Harry in the eyes, which made Harry flinch back.

"I just want to see Sirius." Harry felt aggrieved. He didn't understand why he couldn't visit Sirius. He was Harry's last relative in the world—he never regarded his uncle and aunt as relatives.

Hera casually threw the note into the fireplace, and soon it was reduced to a mass of ashes. "If you want to see Sirius, you can ask Dumbledore. If he allows, I have no reason to stop you."

"I will." Harry nodded.

"If that's the case, then go find him. I'm going out first." Hera adjusted the corners of the cloak at last, making sure that they were hanging down obediently, and walked quickly towards the door. Finally, she turned her head and said to Harry who was still standing in the office, "What are you waiting for? Come out quickly, I want to cast a few protective spells on my office, lest Umbridge break in while I'm out."

Harry walked out of the office quickly. He watched Hera cast protective spells on the door one after another, and said, "What if Umbridge broke through the wall?"

"She doesn't have that ability!" Hera glanced at Harry contemptuously. If Umbridge could destroy the walls of Hogwarts, it would be a big joke. Hera believed that Umbridge would trigger Hogwarts' self-defense circle and be killed first. This is a scene Hera would like to see very much, and he could save a lot of energy, but it's a pity that Umbridge is not so stupid.

"Okay." Hera put away her wand, "Harry, you'd better not skip class anymore, you have to know that Umbridge is watching you all the time." Hera twisted the doorknob to make sure that she would not find the lowest level of unlocked low-level mistakes, then turned to Harry and said.

"I see," said Harry dryly. "Are you going back to Grimmauld Place now?"

"They're not there," Hera approached Harry, lowering her head and said in a low, serious voice, "You'd better not say that word at Hogwarts."

"I—" said Harry, but he could already see Umbridge at the end of the corridor, and she seemed to have spotted them, for she was walking quickly towards them.

"What's the matter—" Hera asked, turning his head to look in the direction Hera was looking at, "Umbridge, why are you here?"

"I don't think the surname of this corridor is Lestrange." Umbridge said with a smile. This was what Hera used to refute Umbridge two days ago, but Umbridge unexpectedly used it on him.

Hera frowned subconsciously, "Then you can patrol the corridor."

"Are you going out, Mr. Lestrange?" Umbridge noticed the cloak that Hera was wearing, which was obviously not necessary in the castle.

Hera replied angrily: "This has nothing to do with you, Professor Umbridge?"

"Of course, of course." Umbridge said in a high tone. "Oh, Mr. Potter, it's a pleasure to see you here. Let me think about it. Fifth-year Gryffindor students should be taking History of Magic, right?"

"I'm not feeling well," Harry said.

Umbridge smiled more kindly, "Then why didn't you go to the hospital? I don't think being in front of Mr. Lestrange's office can make you die."

Hera secretly winked at Harry, signaling him to slip away as soon as possible.He took a long stride directly to the side, standing in front of Harry.

"Potter just has an emotional problem. I think you know that he has suffered too much criticism recently." Hera wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible. He was still in a hurry to find Mundungus, and he didn't know exactly how Sirius regained his sanity.

"Oh yeah, how come I haven't heard of that?" Umbridge laughed, trying to catch Harry behind Hera.

"You can't know everything," Hera said, following in front of Harry, keeping Umbridge from touching him. "I think he's rested enough now, how about letting him go back to the dormitory?"

"This is from the professor's concern, Mr. Lestrange, you have no reason to stop me—"

"I think I'm better," said Harry, running down the hallway, fleeing Umbridge as fast as he could.

Hera shrugged indifferently, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with Potter."

"Mr. Lestrange, I have reason to suspect that you are obstructing my series of operations at Hogwarts." Umbridge shouted loudly, and the sound echoed in the corridor, making Hera's head ache.

Hera picked out her ears and glanced at Umbridge with disdain, "Then you go to Dumbledore to complain, I trust his judgment."

"I'll tell him." Umbridge grunted and raised his head stubbornly.

Hera wrapped her cloak tightly and strode away, "I'm waiting for this day."

"Lestrange, don't go too far," Umbridge called again, not worried about attracting curious students.

Hara ignored her, he just wanted to get to Hogsmeade as soon as possible, and then Apparated to Spider's End, where Mundungus settled Sirius, it was no secret.In fact, Mundungus strongly proposed placing Sirius there, which he called, "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

(End of this chapter)