Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 344 The Ministry of Magic Always Appears Randomly, Breaking Everything

On the first day alone, Hera received more than 300 "advance deposits" of Galleons, but Hera will definitely not run away this time, because the students trusted him and gave him Galleons.

Of course, this matter spread to the ears of other professors, which made them a little bit talkative, but with Hera's strong assurance to them, the professors' opinions were much less: Hera promised that he would use the money for teaching.

Of course, how much it can be used in textbooks is unknown. Compared with before, Hera still has a lot of conscience, at least she will not pit Hogwarts students severely for the sake of Jin Gallon.

But this happy life was broken on the second day. Hera opened her eyes on Sunday and was preparing to welcome today's little wizards, when she saw three or four Aurors gathered at the door—they had tattooed patterns on their cloaks, for fear that others would not recognize them as Aurors.

Among them, Hera also saw Kingsley, but he didn't even notify Hera in advance.

Hera saw the wizards downstairs through the window on the second floor, and they put on their cloaks without any haste. In fact, he probably already guessed what they were here for—what else could it be? They just didn’t want him to start the Defense Association!

"Good morning, Lestrange." The leader was an elderly Auror leaning on a cane, with a large scar running from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth on the other side, which made him look terrifying, especially when he laughed.His light-blond hair hung greasy on his head as if it hadn't been washed for several days.

Look, he's smiling now.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Hera opened the door, glad that the Aurors hadn't broken it down roughly—in fact, they'd been much rougher than that.

"I'm Philip Donald from the Ministry of Magic, you can call me Donald." The old wizard slammed his cane heavily on the ground, making a low sound.

This is obviously not a good signal, his blunt words have no other purpose than to add a little disgust to Hera - if this is Donald's purpose, then he succeeded.

Hera adjusted his posture almost in a breath, and his whole person became lazy and elegant. He said in that elegant and long-drawn voice: "Oh, Mr. Donald, I don't know what you're taking the liberty to do here. I don't think I have any events or people worthy of Aurors appearing here."

"In fact, standing in front of me is a criminal." Donald stared at Hera very seriously, as if he had committed some great crime. "Lestrange, you don't need to quibble. You have violated Article 20 of the Ministry of Magic's latest education decree No. [-]. You are suspected of engaging in uncensored teaching activities. You are now arrested. Please don't resist, otherwise we will use offensive spells."

"Me?" Hera pointed at the tip of her nose, almost laughing angrily, "Why have I never heard of this kind of law?" Hera looked at Kingsley who was standing aside, his face was as dark as ever - after all, he was a black man.

But Kingsley just shook his head, implying that Hera should not act rashly, and at the same time glanced at Donald with fear, as if he was some dangerous person.

"Your news is too late, Lestrange." Donald tucked his cane under his arm, freed one hand, and took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, "You'd better read this, the latest regulations of the Ministry of Magic, wizards who have not been vetted by Hogwarts Senior Inspector Dorelos Umbridge, are not entitled to engage in educational activities for more than three people."

Hera squinted her eyes to see the contents of the parchment more clearly, lest this Donald really cheated herself—it’s not like Hera had never used this kind of thing on others—but to her disappointment, the contents of the parchment were indeed as Donald said.

But at the bottom of the parchment, there was still a line of small characters clearly written on it. Hera looked at it intently. Donald seemed to be afraid that Hera would not see clearly, so he stretched forward on purpose.

"This agreement takes effect on."

"Hehe, you came to arrest me with a decree that was just promulgated today?" Hera snatched the parchment. Donald seemed not expecting Hera to do this, and the parchment was snatched by Hera. "I don't mind countersuing the Ministry of Magic's functions, and I will apply to the International Wizarding Association for a ruling."

"It's up to you, but before that, Lestrange, I'm afraid you're going to come with us." Donald gripped the crutch and rubbed it vigorously, the leather gloves and the wooden crutch made an unpleasant creaking sound.

Hera put the parchment in her pocket, looked at the fierce Donald with a smile, "What if I say no?"

"Then we're going to take some extreme measures." Donald pulled an ugly smile, which made the scar on his face look like a wriggling worm.In fact, he was looking forward to this. Like most people in the wizarding world, he had a natural dislike for the surname Lestrange—maybe he had suffered from the Lestrange family, or maybe his lame leg was Bella's masterpiece.

Hera sighed, and put her right hand into her pocket, "I think you'll regret it—"

"Professor Hera!" A voice came, it was Hermione, and Harry and Ron followed her, and they were running towards here quickly. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Hey, now the evidence is conclusive, what do you have to argue about, Lestrange?" Donald held his cane and struck the ground vigorously, as if he had already convicted Hera and was about to send him to Azkaban the next moment.

"Sophistry? I never thought of sophistry." Hera shrugged, "I never said I planned to leave with you."

"Sure enough, you are planning to resist - stunned!" Donald pulled out his wand from the cane almost instantly - like Lucius, he hid the wand in the cane, which seemed to be more concealed and safe - a red light shot towards Hera, and the distance between them was only one or two meters.

But Hera had noticed this a long time ago. Whenever Hera spoke, Donald always clenched his palm, obviously extremely nervous.

With a wave of the elder wand, an invisible shield stood in front of Hera. If Hera hadn't been tense all the time, he might have been knocked down by Donald in a single encounter.

Hermione stood at the door, watching the 'war' between Hera and the Aurors. Well, it was basically a one-sided crush: Hera didn't have time to chant spells at all, and he had to resist more than three spells every second. If it wasn't for the magic wand, Hera couldn't believe that she could last so long.

In fact, if Kingsley wasn't paddling, Hera wouldn't have any confidence in herself.Kingsley's spell even disturbed the companion beside him, which made Hera breathe a little.

"Give up your resistance, you've got nowhere to go." Donald laughed maniacally, his whole body seemed to be going mad, his arms twitched and he chanted spells one after another. "You are only one person, you can't do anything, just give up!"

Hera fought and retreated. In just a few breaths, the custom-made Fengya card on his body had already been torn several holes since he was ironing it. If it wasn't for some protective items from Nick Flamel's treasury on his body, it might not be the cloak that was pierced.

"Are you going to deal with us alone, aren't you, Lestrange?" Donald had an exaggerated smile on his face.

"He's not alone!" said Hermione loudly, thrusting a hand into her robes, and Harry and Ron similarly quickly drew out their wands. "Of course he's not alone."

"Enough, Harry." Kingsley yelled at Harry and the others. He had to do this. If Harry was involved again, the matter would not end well.Hera gave Kingsley a grateful look, but soon he was tired of dealing with the other Aurors.

"Donald, I want to protect these children, can you deal with it?" Kingsley said in his deep voice.

Donald tilted his head and glanced at them, "Of course, of course, to keep Harry Potter safe." His twisted, hideous face startled Harry and the others, who could only see his back before. "Lestrange, we can play for a long time now, and I don't mind using some dark magic, if you keep resisting--in fact, I wish you could."

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." Hera sneered, and swiped her wand vigorously towards the ground, a silver flash flew in front of her, and with a loud bang like a cannon, the ground shook, which disturbed all of their sights, and even Donald was blown directly to the ground—his lameness added to the trouble.

"Avada gnawing——" Hera hadn't finished chanting the incantation, the Phoenix Fox suddenly appeared above his head, uttered a soft cry, and grabbed Hera's shoulder with its claws.With a flash of flame, the two of them disappeared.

The dust was gradually dissipating, and the dilapidated villa appeared faintly. The open space was messed up, the long bench on the side was turned upside down, and the villa behind him was punched out with several big holes. If Professor McGonagall found out, she would definitely be very angry—Flitwick would definitely be even more angry.

Harry was surprised to find that Hera had disappeared. Although they didn't know where Hera had gone, it was good news that the Ministry of Magic didn't catch him.At the same time, Harry's dislike of the Ministry of Magic has also reached its peak. The Ministry of Magic first let the dementor kiss his dog godfather without any explanation, and now it attacked his good brother and good teacher Hera.

It was such a hatred that Harry couldn't even tell for a moment whether he hated the Ministry more or Voldemort, or whether they were both equally hateful.

For the next week, everyone in Hogwarts had grief on their faces. Professor McGonagall couldn't stop sighing when he was in class, and Professor Flitwick seemed to have lost his ability to humor, and read the contents of the textbook lifelessly.The students couldn't lift their spirits either. They seemed to feel that this ancient castle that had been passed down for thousands of years was in decline, and they had nothing to do.

In the entire castle, the only one with a smile on her face was Umbridge. She wished she could set off some salutes in the auditorium to express her inner joy. This made everyone hate her—professors and students began to ignore her. Even if she deducted points from students, the professors would add them back as soon as they found out, even Snape was no exception.

Snape seemed to be the calmest person, he seemed to work and rest as before, attending classes, correcting homework, brewing potions, and staying in his dungeon almost all day.

Hermione and Harry were almost the little wizards who waited most anxiously for the arrival of the owl every morning. They had to grab the latest "Daily Prophet" every day to ensure that there was no news of Hera's arrest - they were horrified to find that Hera was very likely to have the same ending as Sirius.

"I think you are worrying too much. Hera is a very smart person." Ron ate the borscht and said with great confidence. "In fact, I think he is a very, very powerful wizard. You know, ordinary people can't escape from the siege of Aurors."

"We don't know where he went, but apparently neither does the Ministry of Magic, which is good news." Hermione and Harry ignored Ron completely, and the two of them said to themselves.

And that day, when Hera hadn't finished chanting the death curse, when the scene in front of him changed from flames to concrete scenes, he was shocked by the person in front of him.

"Eating a big melon." Hera recited the second half of the death-killing spell, but because the apparition had long since lost its magic power, the casting of the killing-killing spell naturally failed.

"Oh, it seems that the timing of Fox's visit is not right?" Dumbledore said with a smile. He picked up a cup of hot tea on the table and handed it to Hera. "You must be exhausted? I heard about your affairs. Although I didn't go back to the castle, I have always been very clear about what happened."

"Finally see you again, Dumbledore." Hera seemed to be discouraged all of a sudden, the battle just now was too dangerous, as long as he was even negligent, he would be knocked down—what was waiting for him was probably Azkaban, or a kiss from a dementor.Umbridge and Connery Fudge would never mind punishing Hera severely, who made him always a loyal supporter of Dumbledore, and secretly poked a lot of obstacles to the Ministry of Magic.

"Son, you performed very well, which is far beyond my imagination." A light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he said seriously: "I see courage, wisdom, and sincerity in you. I have to admit that you may be the most outstanding graduate of Hogwarts in the past ten years, and you may also be the most proud student in my teaching career."

"Professor, I just want to know why you don't care about the affairs of Hogwarts? You should understand how abominable the things Umbridge did in the castle, it will only take a little time for you." Hera asked inexplicably, his brows were tightly knit together, and he looked at the old man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)