Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 362 Harry wants to escape! ?
"If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time, and I will be right in front." The witch said with a smile.

"Of course." Hera nodded.

"Oh, Miss Clearwater knows it's going to be sad, whether it's your will or not," said Moody jokingly, now that he had taken off his bowler hat and looked like he was the old man again.

Hera stiffly waved goodbye to the witch, turned around, and rubbed her calf, "I can only blame my charm, unlike some people who are over half a hundred years old and still alone. When they come home, they don't even have a cook." Hera complained mercilessly, this is the biggest difference between him and Moody.

Moody's long-term Auror style allowed him to survive actions again and again, but also, it also made him develop a character that he couldn't believe in a person at all - although he was very loyal to Dumbledore, it didn't mean that he could accept a woman approaching him - he always suspected that it had ulterior motives, of course, that was only when he was still young.

The current Moody, apart from the Gold Gallon he owns and his house, Hera can't see any attraction, who made him so 'wild and unruly' now.

They had been waiting at the door, except for Tonks, who had gone somewhere early in the morning.The ward was quite small. Hera and the others were crowded at the door, and they were watched by people coming and going for a long time. There was even a wizard with a big hole in his head staring at them all the time, which made Hera shudder. Fortunately, this time was not too long. They only waited for about half an hour, which was definitely not too long. After all, their father almost died.

"I'm thinking about something about Harry," Hera whispered to Moody, leaning against the wall.

Moody narrowed his eyes, "If you're talking about that, I'm afraid only Dumbledore can tell you. But I have something more interesting."

"Oh? What?" Hera was a little puzzled.

"That wand of yours, why did Dumbledore give it to you?" Moody came towards Herako, as if he was pressing the prisoner.

Hera hurriedly pushed the pusher to push him away, "Alastor, please don't be like this? We're a little too close, I'm not interested in you."

"I'm not interested in you either," said Moody gruffly. "But you have to tell me why Dumbledore did it, he didn't even tell me."

"That's one thing I don't understand." Hera took out her wand and twirled it between her fingers.

"Bastard! Put it away! Quick! Put it away!"

Hera was taken aback, and put the wand into her inner pocket almost instantly. After a while, when the angry look on Moody's face disappeared, he slowly said, "So what is this?"

He has long known that this wand is definitely not simple, because he can use this wand to easily recite terrifying black magic, which was simply impossible with his previous wand.

A wand that can achieve such an effect is definitely a treasure even for Dumbledore, but it really doesn't make sense that Dumbledore gave it to him like that.

"There are so many people here, I can't go into details, but you must keep in mind," Moody leaned over, and Hera didn't push him away this time, "Don't show him casually, even Harry and the others, let alone in front of the mysterious person, you know, this is not a simple thing."

"So what exactly is this?" Hera didn't understand. What can't be said directly? Is it very expensive?Dumbledore's personal custom model?

"If Dumbledore is willing to tell you, he will tell you." Moody thought for a while, and it seemed that such an answer was more appropriate, "But you must remember what I just said."

"I will." Hera nodded, expressing that she would keep it in her heart.

"Fine." Moody let go of Hera's collar.

The Weasley children came out in no time, and Molly motioned for them to go in.

The ward was small and dark except for a narrow window high up on the wall opposite the door.The light is mainly provided by crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling.On the oak-panelled wall hung a portrait of a sinister wizard with the inscription:

Urquhart Laharo (1612-1697), inventor of the gut-ejaculation spell.

There are only three patients.Mr. Weasley's hospital bed was at the far end of the room, next to the small window.Harry was relieved to see him leaning against some pillows, the only ray of sunlight that fell right on his bed.He looked up as they passed, and when he saw who it was, he smiled happily.

"Hello!" Arthur greeted them excitedly, "Sorry for worrying you."

"How are you, Arthur?" Moody leaned forward and sat down quickly on the corner of the hospital bed, his wooden legs made him almost exhausted. "As soon as I heard that something happened to you, I hurried over after finishing what I was doing."

"Not bad, thank you, Alastor." Arthur thanked, and said happily, "And you, nice to meet you, Hera."

"We are relieved to see that you are fine." Hera said in a low voice, considering that there were other people in the ward.

"I feel very well, really," said Arthur cheerfully, patting Moody's with his good arm. "If they can take the bandages off, I can go home."

"It can't be like this. You have to recover from your injuries before you can leave the hospital." Moody said very seriously.

"I know, I know, this is just an exaggeration." Arthur said angrily, covering his head, "You still don't understand the joke?"

"I just don't think it's a joke." Moody patted the hospital bed angrily, making a bang.

Hera also stepped forward, pulled a chair and walked over. "So, why can't you leave the hospital yet? It seems that you are in really good condition. We were all worried before."

"Because I bleed profusely every time I remove it," Mr. Weasley said relaxedly, reached for the wand on the bedside table, and with a flick of his hand, there were six more chairs beside the bed. "It seems that there is a special ingredient in the snake's venom that can prevent the wound from healing... But they believe that they can find the antidote. They said that they have seen much worse cases than mine. Now I just need to take a blood tonic every hour. But that one," he lowered his voice, and turned his head to the opposite bed. A man with a green face was lying on the bed There, staring at the ceiling, "bitten by a werewolf, poor man, there is no cure."

"Hey, another unlucky fellow." Hera cast a glance at him, that man, like Remus, is a pitiful person, bitten by a werewolf, he will basically be useless for the rest of his life.What a pity, if I could, I wish there were no werewolves in this world.

"Is there anything in the newspaper?" Hera picked up the newspaper on the hospital bed and asked. It was today's "Daily Prophet", which seemed to be provided by the hospital.

"No, of course not." Arthur smiled bitterly. "You know, the Ministry of Magic doesn't want everyone to know that there's a big, dirty snake—"

"Well, who's to say no?" Moody sighed. "They didn't get that thing, did they?"

"Of course not, of course not. Oh, I didn't want to tell you as soon as I woke up. Molly didn't let me mention this as soon as I woke up," Arthur raised his eyebrows, and said without exaggeration, "She thinks I value the Order of the Phoenix more than my family, my God! Where would our home be without the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I think so too, the Ministry of Magic is not that reliable." Hera said humorously, but he soon realized that he shouldn't say such words in this kind of place.

"It's okay, the other patients in the ward won't care about it." Arthur reassured.

"Ok."

"By the way, is there anything interesting in the newspaper?" Moody changed the subject stiffly.

But it seemed to work, and Arthur grabbed the Daily Prophet with a smile on his lips, shook it, and said, "I was just reading the report on Willie Wiedersing's arrest. Did you know that Willy was responsible for the backwash of toilet sewage last summer? One of his spells went wrong, the toilet exploded, and they found him lying unconscious in the rubble, submerged from head to toe in—"

"Oh, don't say such disgusting things." Hera patted the hospital bed angrily, begging Arthur not to continue talking.

"Okay." Arthur interrupted himself with some disappointment, leaning on the pillow on the hospital bed.

They chatted for a while, until the healer came and told them that Arthur needed to take the potion, and they left slowly.

"We still have good news. The Ministry of Magic will pay for the medical expenses, because it was an injury received during work, and there will be a considerable pension." Hera said in a low voice, because he knew that the Weasley family would rather not have Galleon, but only give them a father who was intact.

"Fuck, this really makes people don't know what to say." Hera's eyes were a little red, and this was probably the life she wanted most all the time.

He has been working hard to earn more Galleons, all for the sole purpose of saving money to buy a shop in Diagon Alley, and then honestly become a rich man. No one will think of him as the terrible "Lestrange" - this is an extremely difficult thing. If you don't believe me, if you look at the students at Hogwarts, just one report, more than half of the trust that Hrazin has worked so hard to build over the years has collapsed.

They were clattering along the line in the opposite direction of the tram they had come to in the early afternoon.

"Harry, your complexion is not very good, what's the matter?" Hera noticed that Harry's complexion was abnormally pale. In fact, his attention was almost always on Harry. He had already established a practice with Voldemort. Who knew when Harry would suddenly throw a death curse on them?

This is very possible. No one will guard against Harry Potter. Who makes him the savior?
"I'm just a little worried." Harry was cold and sweating all over, "What if, I mean, I turned into that big snake again?"

"I'm afraid your worries are a bit exaggerated, Harry." Hera rubbed his hair, "I think Dumbledore will have a good idea, let us trust him?"

"I think Occlumency might work," said Moody suddenly.

Tonks put his arms around his shoulders and said regretfully, "Oh, that was hard, wasn't it?"

"It's just for some trainee Aurors." Moody said gruffly, "It's not as difficult as imagined. Decades ago, this was the magic that Aurors had to master."

"But there is no such requirement now, is there?"

"That's why the Ministry of Magic is declining day by day." Moody said through gritted teeth, which was a point that annoyed him greatly.The glorious and great institution that they once served, gradually degraded, weakened, and lost even the last bit of face-they even refused to recognize the return of Voldemort.

God knows how much time they wasted.

Tonks didn't speak anymore, because she knew that what Moody said was correct, otherwise, with her poor grades, it would be impossible to become an Auror.

They went home almost immediately.

"There are about two hours before dinner, and you can still go upstairs to lie down. At this time, Sirius should have woken up, I think maybe you can talk to him." Hera returned home, but did not see Sirius in the living room. He knew that he was still sleeping late upstairs, and he didn't know how he could sleep for so long?

Is the newborn soul too fragile?

Hera didn't understand, he only knew one thing now, he regretted giving Kreacher to Voldemort, and if Kreacher was here now, they would definitely have a perfect dinner instead of Mrs Weasley's stew - no irony here, just mocking the cooks in England who only know how to cook potatoes, which made Hera almost throw up, but anyway, the house elf's potatoes tasted good - compared to the wizard's.

"Hey, Phineas?" Hera saw a familiar figure in the hall with some differences, "How did you come here? Did you bring a message from Dumbledore?"

"Part of my mission has been completed, the next step is yours, Hera, go upstairs." After finishing speaking, Phineas disappeared from the edge of the picture frame, and Hera knew that he had crossed into another picture frame.

Hera nodded, wrapped her cloak tightly and walked upstairs quickly.

Closing the door, Hera stared at Phineas in front of her. His portrait was well preserved in Blake's old house, probably because he didn't make a lot of noise like the other portraits—anyway, Sirius tore up all the portraits of swearing, even his mother.

"I gave Harry Dumbledore's message," Phineas said lazily.

Hera frowned, what does this mean?So Dumbledore didn't actually have a message to himself?
"Dumbledore was worried that Harry would run away."

"What!?" Hera jumped up suddenly, "How is this possible? Let's catch him quickly and lock him in the dungeon, where there are still shackles!"

(End of this chapter)