Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 358

"I'm afraid we're going to have to inform the Mr. Weasleys—and the Miss, of course, that they should know what happened to their father." Dumbledore sighed deeply, growing considerably older. "They should know."

"Do you need me to inform them?" Hera asked, and Dumbledore shook his head. "Someone will inform the Fat Lady, and someone will tell them. You'd better stay here, Phineas"

Dumbledore walked up to another portrait, this one of a wise-looking wizard with a goatee.Dressed in his green and silver Slytherin outfit, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, without hearing Dumbledore calling him.

There is no doubt that Phineas is pretending to be asleep and has no intention of waking up.

Hera felt a little ashamed, and even ashamed to mention that maybe this was her great-grandfather, maybe he was adopted by the Black family—this was of course impossible.

"Phineas, Phineas!"

Now the people in the painting on the wall couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, they were walking around in the frame, and they could be seen more clearly, because Dumbledore rummaged through a cupboard behind him again and found an old blackened teapot, which looked awful, but Dumbledore put it carefully on the table, and he raised his wand, said "Mentus", and the teapot quivered for a while, giving off a strange blue light, then died down, and went black again.

"Phineas, Phineas!"

But Phineas continued to pretend to be asleep. In fact, he could hardly hide anymore, because the wizards in the frame next to him had already started poking Phineas' ass with their canes. Unless he was 'dead', he must have woken up long ago.

"Did someone call me?" Phineas couldn't pretend anymore, moved exaggeratedly, and opened his eyes wide, "Did someone call me? I slept so soundly this time."

"It's almost done." Hera whispered to Phineas, "It's a bit too much."

"Oh, is that so?" Phineas hissed, he was particularly guilty.

Hera nodded sincerely, "Of course."

"Okay, I need you to visit another portrait of yours, Phineas," said Dumbledore, "I have another piece of news."

"A run into that portrait of mine?" squealed Phineas, yawning long (his eyes swept around the room and fell on Hera), "oh no, Dumbledore, I'm too tired tonight."

But the surrounding portraits soon erupted in protest, "Disobedience, sir!" A big fat wizard with a red nose shouted, shaking his fists, "Disobedience to duty!"

"We are obliged to serve the current Headmaster of Hogwarts!" shouted a much weaker-looking old wizard, who was Dumbledore's predecessor—the former headmaster, Armando Dippet. "Don't be ashamed, Phineas."

Hera had to admit how much he wished at this moment that he had nothing to do with Phineas, because almost all the portraits were accusing him.

"Oh, okay." Phineas finally agreed, because a shrewd-eyed witch raised a very thick wand, like a birch stick-no doubt that this thing would collide with Phineas's head or buttocks, and Phineas didn't want to lose his head or his buttocks.

"While he may have destroyed my portrait by now, he has destroyed most of the house—"

Hera's face suddenly became ugly, and he thought of another portrait of Phineas. Where else could it be?

Undoubtedly, it was definitely Blake's old house, but what was there for him to be afraid of?
Hera cast her eyes on Dumbledore, hoping to get some not-so-bad news from him.

"Sirius won't break your portrait." Dumbledore said, even though he was talking to Phineas, Hera understood, and Dumbledore and Mundungus transferred Sirius to Black's old house, "Trust me, he won't."

Harry's expression became very strange in an instant, and he even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, Sirius?That's really a distant name, and it was still during the summer vacation, and Sirius couldn't even solve the most basic physical needs by himself-such as eating and drinking water.

But now, he heard the name once, his dog godfather, his only relative, and he even had the strength to break the portrait. Does this mean that Harry can spend the next holiday with him instead of going back to the home of his annoying uncle and aunt?
This might be good news, at least Harry thought so.

But obviously, not everyone is like this. Anyway, Hera's face was terribly ugly, but considering that Harry was still present, he controlled his tone afterwards, trying not to affect Dumbledore's image.

"Dumbledore, I don't seem to know about this?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I forgot," said Dumbledore, tilting his head, "but I suppose it's not a big deal, is it?"

"You're talking about Sirius—" Harry tried to cut in, but Hera wouldn't let him.

"From Phineas's tone, it seems that Sirius has made a mess of my house." Hera's face was very ugly, and even Phineas felt it, and fled away from the frame like flying, leaving Dumbledore here, and the other portraits of the principals also pretended to sleep, and closed their eyes again.

"That was originally his home, left to him by his family."

"But he promised to give it to me a long time ago."

"Oh." Dumbledore pretended to be stupid, and Harry was anxious beside him, but couldn't get in.

"Both, you're talking about my godfather, aren't you?" Harry yelled when he couldn't take it anymore.

Dumbledore smiled reluctantly at him, "Harry, we are talking about Sirius. He is not in a good state now. If you see him, you'd better not be so excited. His body may not be able to bear it."

"Oh, the house is almost demolished, isn't he in good health?" Hera complained in a low voice, it was his house!
Don't look at Hera's normal appearance, it's because he didn't infringe on his own interests, but that house is what he really owns!
"Hera, we have more important matters." Dumbledore said, "I'm afraid I need you to inform the children of the Weasley family."

"Okay, okay, but Dumbledore—forget it," Hera gasped suddenly, what could he do with Dumbledore? "I'm going right now."

The journey didn't take long, except for the fat lady's slight complaints. The children of the Weasley family got up from the bed almost immediately and followed Hera to the headmaster's office.

Do you want to tell them that Harry is actually a prophet and he can have prophetic dreams?
This is too ridiculous.

But when they were going up the stairs, Hera still briefly introduced them, but before he could speak, Ron's face was terribly pale, but yes, he was Harry's roommate after all, and Hera took Harry away just now, and now only Hera came back, and she wanted them to go to the principal's office together—there was no doubt that Harry's dream was real.

There is no other explanation.

At this moment, all the children's faces became terrified, matching their messy hair, it was even more worrying.

The door to the headmaster's office was pushed open again, and Hera led Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron in, all still in their pajamas.

"I have just explained to them a little bit." Hera said softly to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded. "Thank you, Hera." He turned to Ginny and the twins. "Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said without waiting for Harry to speak. "He has been taken to St. Germaum's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. I'm going to send you to Hera's house, which is more convenient than the Burrow. There, you will meet your mother."

"How do we get there?" one of the twins asked, looking worried in a way that's rarely seen on their faces. "Use Floo powder?" But thinking about their father's accident, this is also a reasonable thing.

"No." Dumbledore said, "Floo powder is not safe at the moment, the Internet is under surveillance. You need a Portkey." He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. "Just waiting for Phineas to come back now. I want to make sure there is no danger before sending you to—"

Hera sighed, and tightened the cloak on her body. He also planned to go back to the old house with the Weasley children, at least to see what his home had been like. He vaguely remembered—the Pensieve seemed to be placed in the living room. He thought that no one would enter, so he just put it on the coffee table in the living room—damn it, it won’t be smashed by Sirius, right?
Hera's complexion was very bad, but everyone else thought he was worried about Arthur, and the twins even patted him on the back, "It's lucky that he survived, we know how dangerous what he did is."

"Yeah, it's a blessing." Hera had no choice but to follow their words.

A fire flashed in the center of the room, leaving behind a golden feather that floated lightly to the ground.

"Fox's Feather—" Hera quickly caught the feather and stuffed it into her pocket, "This is Fox's alarm, right, Dumbledore?"

"Oh, that's right." Dumbledore pursed his lips, his arms froze—he wanted to catch the feathers, but Hera beat him to it. "Well, Fawkes actually lost a lot of feathers." Dumbledore put down his hands, said indifferently, but soon became serious again, "Professor Umbridge must know that you are all in bed, Hera, go and push her away—forget it, let Minerva go, tell her, whatever the excuses."

"Yeah." Hera nodded. He wanted to go back to Black's old house to see what his home had been like!
With the rustling sound, Hera left. He went to find Professor McGonagall on the second floor and asked her to distract Umbridge. When passing by the office on the fourth floor, Hera hesitated for a while, but went back to the office and kicked the newly made Portkey into her pocket. Who knows if it will come in handy?
But Nagini has appeared, I am afraid that this attack will not be so simple.

It's better to be prepared.

Professor McGonagall had already gone to bed, but Hera's footsteps woke her up—well, it was actually Hera who stomped hard at the door on purpose to wake Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, something happened. I'm going to take Harry and the others away from Hogwarts for a while. You can help me drive Umbridge away, okay?" Hera said quickly, and added at the end, "This is what Dumbledore meant."

Professor McGonagall was still wearing a tartan dressing gown, and his glasses were perverted over his thin nose.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I'm afraid it's hard to explain clearly in a few words, but Arthur is injured and he has been sent to Saint-Germont. Dumbledore agreed to let his children visit him in case this is the last time." Hera said very directly, which made Professor McGonagall cover her mouth in horror.

"My God, what's going on?" she asked in a low voice, her hand still from her mouth.

Hera shook her head, "I don't know more, but this is the news Harry gave us, and then it came true."

"Potter?"

"Yes."

"Why is it related to him again?"

"I don't think he wants to either."

"Okay, I see." Professor McGonagall nodded, took out her wand, and went upstairs without even going back to the room to change. She went to search for Umbridge, so as not to let Umbridge have a chance to know the situation in the headmaster's room.

When Hera returned to the headmaster's office, the Weasley children and Harry had disappeared, only Dumbledore was still in the office.

"You must be trying to tell me something, right?" Hera asked with narrowed eyes.

Dumbledore sat on the high-backed chair with a serious expression, "You guessed it, didn't you?"

"Harry and the Dark Lord are becoming more and more connected," whispered Hera, across the desk from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, his piercing blue eyes also clouding at this moment.

"I'm a little skeptical, I'm a little skeptical that my previous decision was correct, and I'm pinning all my hopes on Harry." Dumbledore said, his tone was terrifyingly calm.

Hera pursed her lips, her eyes dimmed a little, and she spoke after a while, "You planned this a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but maybe I'm wrong."

"You can't make a mistake, and if you make a mistake, you'll lose everything."

"I'm just a centenarian, Hera." Dumbledore was so old that he couldn't tell at this moment, time seemed to have had a huge impact on him in an instant, and his body hunched.

After a long silence, Dumbledore said, "Hera, I."

(End of this chapter)