Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 360 Saint-Germont Magic Injury Hospital

"If I said that you became like this because of me, would you blame me?" Hera said while drinking.

Sirius' hands trembled, and the beer slipped down the corner of his mouth and onto his neck, "Do you know what you're talking about?" he said excitedly.

"I know." Hera nodded. "If I hadn't shown you that photo, it would have been fine. You wouldn't have escaped from Azkaban, Peter wouldn't have escaped from Ron, and the Dark Lord wouldn't have returned."

"If you're talking about this, even though I don't have any previous memories, I can feel a very strong emotion—when I saw you, maybe I was thanking you very much." Sirius patted Hera on the shoulder. Mundungus had told him all the things that happened in recent years, but all he could do was hide in his house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, unable to go out at all.

Who made him still a dead person on the Ministry of Magic's register?

If you go out, keep it to scare a lot of people.

Sirius put the bottle on the table, but he moved a little harder, and the wine spilled out, but no one noticed.

Suddenly, a flash of fire illuminated the dirty dishes in front of them, they screamed, and a roll of parchment slammed onto the table, accompanied by a golden phoenix tail feather.

"Fox!" said Hera at once, grabbing the parchment. "It's not Dumbledore's handwriting—it must be Molly's letter, here—I'll go upstairs and give it to the little ones, who must be in a hurry."

Hera ran back upstairs quickly, and pressed the letter quickly into George's hand.George tore it open and read, "Daddy's alive. I'm going to St. Mungo's now. Stay there and I'll get the news as soon as I can. Mother."

George looks at everyone.

"Alive," he said slowly, "but it sounds like"

Well, actually hovering between life and death, Arthur probably will be able to see thestrals in the future - perhaps, he will be able to see them a long time ago.

Ron and Ginny were still very pale, staring at the back of their mother's letter as if it had something to say to them.

Truth be told, Hera couldn't remember a time when he'd had a longer night than this, waiting for the Grecian to bring his three-headed pup?Or Lainie waiting for a deal in Hogsmeade?But there is no doubt that neither is as long and terrible as today.Herat once told everyone to go to bed, but only Sirius staggered up from the ground and walked upstairs-he drank too much wine.

No one was taking Hera's advice except Sirius, and even the Weasley brothers looked disgusted like they had eaten two flies.

You know, before the day, they were still so enthusiastic and active towards Hera, and it was only for one night.
"They'll figure it out," whispered Sirius as Hera passed by.

Hera nodded, "Do you know where to sleep?"

"Of course, I've been here for three full weeks, do you want to come up together?" Sirius suggested.

Hera hesitated for less than a second, and quickly nodded to keep up with Sirius, and the two walked up the stairs.

Sirius went up all the way, while Hera stopped on the second floor, where he had magically protected the master bedroom, which was used as his and Penello's room, and no one else was allowed to enter or leave.

It didn't take Hera much time to fall asleep. As for the children downstairs, he didn't need to think about it. The children were appointed to sit around the coffee table, watching the candle wicks burn lower and lower in the liquid wax, and sometimes raised the wine bottle to their lips. They only asked the time, guessed what happened, or comforted each other that they would know immediately if there was any bad news, because Mrs. Weasley must have arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital long ago.

Hera has seen this scene too much in the bar, because he always observes the gang of second-rate dealers in the bar. They use information to make money, so they are always worried every day. If the transaction fails, they will lose everything.

And it wasn't until ten minutes past five on Ron's watch that the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley walked in.She was very pale, but she smiled weakly when they all turned to look at her and Fred, Ron and Harry stood up.

Almost instantly, Hera came down from upstairs, because the magic pattern in his room vibrated, which indicated that someone was coming. Even though it was in the base camp of the Order of the Phoenix and in his own mansion, Hera carefully laid various defenses and detected the magic pattern.

"He's out of danger," she said, her voice weak and weary. "He's sleeping. We can see him together later. Bill's with him. He's off in the morning."

"Good morning, Molly." Hera greeted her. "How is Arthur?"

"It's not bad, at least I survived." Molly was so weak that she was about to fall, she seemed to have never been so haggard.

"Fortunately, fortunately, Harry's news is still timely." Hera patted Harry on the back, and he stood there in a trance, obviously he also did not rest well that night.

"Yeah." Molly nodded palely, and Hera muttered, "Breakfast, I'll go prepare some breakfast."

Hera didn't want to disturb the joy of the Weasleys, and neither did Harry, so Harry hurried to help by the fire, afraid that Mrs. Weasley would ask him to tell the dream.However, as soon as he took the plate out of the cupboard, Mrs. Weasley took it and gave him a hug.

"I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you, Harry," she whispered. "Arthur might not have been found for hours before it would be too late. Thanks to you, his life was saved, and Dumbledore came up with a good explanation for why Arthur was there, otherwise you don't know how much trouble he'd be in. Look at poor Sturgis..."

Hera could only be a tool man next to him—a tool man for breakfast, but he was so happy. It would be great if no one paid attention to him, so that he would not cry. I have to say that the feelings of the Weasley family are probably what Hera yearned for, but never had.

Harry couldn't bear her gratitude, but she let him go quickly to thank Hera for watching her children all night.Of course Hera would say that he was very happy to help, after all, that guy Sirius was not so reliable no matter how he looked at it.

"You can stay here for a while. I think it's much more convenient than the Burrow. After all, you only need to walk for ten minutes to reach Saint-Germont." This is of course nonsense. Hera has never been to Saint-Germain. He only knows that Saint-Germont is in London, but since it is in London, it can't be called far, right?

"Oh Hera, I'm so grateful the hospital said he'd be staying for a while, it would be nice to be close. Of course, that means we might have to spend Christmas here."

"Then you should probably thank Sirius, he finally withheld his mother's portrait." Hera said quite happily.

"Sirius?" Molly yelled loudly, she didn't know about Sirius yet.

"Yes, that's right, Sirius." Hera replied with a smile. "You heard me right, Molly, it's Sirius. Some wonderful things happened to him. Dumbledore can't even explain it clearly, but I don't think it's a bad thing. You can see him later, but I'm afraid he drank too much beer by noon."

"Oh." Molly frowned in disgust. Compared with Hera in front of her, the hungover Sirius was really unfavorable.

"By the way, what do you want for breakfast?" Hera asked, picking up a slice of bread to show her, "But I can only make sandwiches, bacon and eggs on toast."

"Oh, honey, let me help." Molly smiled at Hera, put on her apron, and started to help make breakfast.

"Can I go talk to Sirius, Hera?" Harry whispered, unable to hold it any longer. "Can I go upstairs and talk to him? Um - now?"

"It's possible, but I can't guarantee that he will recognize you. After all, you knew about it yesterday." Hera said helplessly. After all, it seemed that Sirius couldn't even recognize him, so it was difficult to recognize Harry again.

"I know, but I just want to." Harry nodded, showing that he was aware of that, but insisted on his idea.

Hera shrugged and said, "Of course."

The next breakfast was completely handed over to Molly, but except for Hera, no one even touched the breakfast, which made Hera feel a little boring. After he finished breakfast alone, he hurried upstairs, and they slept all morning.

Except for Harry, who came out of Sirius' room disheartened - in fact, Sirius was not sober at all, he was still asleep on the bed.Harry went back to his room and went to sleep with all his clothes on, curled up against the cold metal bedrail, deliberately making himself uncomfortable, determined not to doze off too much, lest he fall asleep and turn into a snake and wake up to find that he had attacked Ron, or swam to the other room.
Hera actually slept well, a beautiful sleep in the cage.

At lunchtime the children's luggage was brought from Hogwarts so they could go to St. Mungo's in Muggle clothes.Now everyone was in high spirits, talking and laughing, except Harry.

This inevitably made Hera wonder a little. Could it be that Harry is really in the second year of middle school?

I hope he doesn't make any trouble, Dumbledore may not have enough energy to take care of it all.

Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody are also here, they are here to lead the children - it is difficult for Hera and Molly to take care of all the children, after all, there are a lot of them, let alone Harry Potter, if attacked, Hera will definitely abandon Harry and run away - Harry is going to die anyway, isn't it?

Probably Dumbledore also foresaw this, so he specially sent Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody over here.

Moody wore a bowler hat on his head, which looked ridiculous, and although he said it was to hide the magic eye, Hera still laughed at him, much to Moody's irritation.Tonks sniggered from the sidelines.

"I've been meaning to say that for a long time," said Tonks, very cheerfully. "Mad-Eye's pretense class is definitely an 'E'."

"Nonsense, I'm the most elite Auror." Mad-Eye snatched the original hat, put it on his head, and adjusted his position again to ensure that no Muggles could see his beady magic eyes.

"Once." Hera said with a chuckle.

"That's the best, even if I'm retired." Moody poked Hera's waist and said angrily, "Don't look at me being so old, you still can't beat me."

"Okay, well, you are the frightening Mad-Eye Moody, but you have enough heroes to fill most of Azkaban by yourself." Tonks said exaggeratedly, which made everyone laugh out loud.

In fact, apart from Tonks and Hera, the kids were pretty much making fun of Mad-Eye Moody, too, as if knowing that their father was safe and sound would make them laugh about anything.

Soon, they went out and took the tram together. To be honest, Hera couldn't understand how Muggles would like this kind of transportation at all, which made him a little...vomit.

"You don't have prophetic blood in your family, do you?" Hera heard Tonks ask Harry curiously. They sat side by side in the carriage, opposite Hera, and they were rattling towards the city center.

"No," said Harry, which reminded him of Professor Trelawney, definitely, because there was an almost instant look of distaste on his face, probably because he felt insulted.

"That's not the case." Hera interrupted their conversation, explaining in a very soft voice, "This is a very strange connection, and it has not been confirmed by the wizarding world. It may have something to do with the scar - after all, this is the only relationship between Harry and the Dark Lord."

"Oh." Tonks nodded, thinking about Hera's words, and said, "Strange, isn't it? But it's useful."

Neither Harry nor Hera answered, and Hera felt like he was about to throw up. Fortunately, they arrived soon, in the center of London.They all followed Hera and Tonks up the escalator as they squeezed out of the car, Moody thumping last, bowler hat pulled low, and a large gnarled hand gripping his wand between the buttons of his jacket.

At the moment it was not even clear whether Moody was really behind, or simply because he couldn't walk fast in this position—after all, he had to see the way in front of him clearly, and although the magic eye was not blocked by the bowler hat, he still had a wooden leg after all.

"Where's Saint-Germont?" Harry whispered behind Hera.

Hera's footsteps froze, and she stepped back slightly, "It shouldn't be far from here, Tonks should know better than me."

"Hey, do you mean I get hurt a lot?"

"I've never been to Saint-Germont, I just heard that it's nearby." Hera said frankly.

Tonks asked curiously, "Then what do you do when you are injured?"

"Usually pick some herbs yourself, or buy some potions, but that's very expensive, you know, the potions on the black market are horribly expensive."

(End of this chapter)