Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 365 It's time to destroy the Horcrux
It was definitely not a good experience for Harry, tutored by Snape - Harry really didn't know what he had done wrong to deserve this punishment?
Not to mention that Hera had also explicitly rejected such a thing, he didn't want to be involved, not even working with Snape - that's how Harry understood it - and Harry didn't want to be alone with Snape either.

"Why can't it be Dumbledore?" Harry muttered in a low voice and repeated Hera's words just now, but the mood was very different.

"I think it's because the headmaster has the power to delegate unpleasant errands," Snape said in a smooth tone, and Hera believed it to be true. Snape also didn't want to be alone with Harry—something everyone knew. "I assure you, I didn't come here," he stood up. "I'll leave some time for you in my office on Monday night, Potter. If anyone asks, just say it's a Potions remedial session. No one who has seen you in my class will deny the need for it."

He turned and left, a swirl of wind in his black traveling cloak.

"Wait a minute," said Hera, sitting up straight, "won't you stay for dinner? Kreacher's craftsmanship is pretty good."

"I'm busy and there's a whole lot of mess waiting to be cleaned up"

"Okay." Hera stood up. He was about the same height as Snape. "Be careful and protect yourself." He reached out to Snape, as if to hug him.

"Take care of yourself." Snape sneered, but he still hugged Hera. Almost instantly, he heard Hera's whispering voice.

"Take care of Dumbledore's hand, I always think it's a hidden danger." Hera said in a very low voice.

Snape's expression became a lot more serious, but Hera couldn't see it from the angle, "I can't be more clear."

They separated quickly, but Hera already knew what he wanted to know. Dumbledore's hand injury was obviously within the controllable range, otherwise Snape would never be so relaxed, unless Snape completely fell to Voldemort, but Dumbledore always believed in Snape, and obviously this would not happen.

Snape left, just left, without disturbing anyone, not even the kids upstairs knew he was there, he always did, and never ate at Black's old house.

Dinner that day wasn't dull, although Harry's story about being tutored by Snape alone caused almost all the Weasley children to look terrified.In fact, they were only surprised for a moment, but were soon overwhelmed by the good news that their father was discharged from the hospital.

Yes, Arthur Weasley had been discharged from hospital, he had spent his entire holiday at St. Germont's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, which meant that he had to face the beginning of the working day as soon as he was discharged from the hospital, and he needed to start working - as soon as the sun rose tomorrow.

But this was not bad news. In fact, almost everyone seemed very excited, even Harry, who was ashamed to be too dull so as not to disturb the good mood of his friends.

"Dumbledore wants you to stop having those dreams about the Dark Lord," Hera comforted, handing him a large piece of roast beef. "You won't miss them, will you?"

"How is this possible!?" Harry said loudly.

"Remedial lessons with Snape?" Ron's voice was full of fear. "I'd rather have nightmares."

This made Hera and the Weasleys very speechless. How could they explain this kind of thing clearly to a silly child?
The next day, the boys were going back to Hogwarts on the Knight's Bus, still tonks and Lupine seeing them off each other, and as for Hera, he chose to use the Filo, feeling that it was time to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux - the one in the cave.

But Harry and the others hurriedly ate breakfast, put on their coats and scarves, and were ready to go on the road.

It was a gray and chilly January morning.It hurts the chest.

"With the help of Kreacher, its magic can be cast in most places, even if the magic lines or spells restrict wizards from chanting spells." Hera said to Dumbledore, "Just tonight, how about it? I specially prepared a bottle of wizard's blood. I think this is the best time."

"I thought so too. It looks like you're well prepared?" Dumbledore's wise eyes shone brightly, and he didn't delve into where the blood in Hera's mouth came from.In fact, he looked in good spirits, despite the leather gloves on his hands.

Hera looked at his leather gloves worriedly, "Is the hand problem still serious?"

"With Severus taking care of me, I'm afraid it's hard to affect me." Dumbledore smiled, turning a blind eye to the injury on his hand, and didn't seem to care at all.

"Then shall we go?"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, "How about we go to Hogsmeade for a drink first?"

"No problem." Hera nodded, even though it was only eight o'clock in the morning.

They went out under the dark sky, the air chilly, the warm wind off the lake, and the smell of wood-burning smoke from Hagrid's cabin.It's hard to believe they're going to do something dangerous and frightening.

"Where's Kreacher?" Dumbledore asked.

"All it takes is a snap of your fingers to appear by my side. I've already told it specifically." Hera said, and the gate at the end of the drive came into view. "It must be hiding somewhere nearby. House-elves always do this."

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "by the way, I don't need to apparate you this time, do I?"

"Yes." Hera nodded, "I think I can Apparate myself."

"Very well," said Dumbledore.

They went out the gate and down the deserted path leading to Hogsmeade in the twilight.The sky gradually became brighter, just as fast as their footsteps. When they came to the main road, the sky was completely lit up, and the lights in the shop were shining brightly.

As they entered the Three Broomsticks, they heard hoarse shouts.

"—don't come in!" shouted Madam Rosmerta, forcing a scruffy-looking wizard out. "Oh, hello, Albus... out so early"

"Good morning, Rosmerta, good morning. Forgive me, I'm going to the Hog's Head. Don't take offense, it's just that I want a quieter vibe."

After a while they turned into a side street where the sign of the Hog's Head pub creaked softly, though there was no wind.Compared with the three broomsticks, the bar looked empty—even in the early morning, the three broomsticks were full of wizards.Not so at the Hog's Head.

"We don't need to go in." Dumbledore glanced around, as if he was worried about something, he stopped at the door of the Pig's Head Bar, even though the wooden door of the bar was creaking non-stop, even though his own brother was inside, even if...
But he just didn't go in and take a look.

He murmured, "As long as no one sees us leaving now we're going to Apparate, you remember the location?"

"I'm afraid it will be hard to forget." Hera nodded with a smile, indicating that he knew this.

"very good."

They turned into a puff of smoke almost instantly and disappeared at the door of the Pig's Head Bar. The bartender inside stood up from under the bar staggeringly, looking in the direction of the door, thoughtful.

Hera could smell the sea and hear the crashing waves before he opened his eyes, and he looked out at the sunlit sea and the gray sky in the distance, a cold breeze blowing through his hair.He was standing on a high black rock with the sponge exposed, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath his feet.Not far behind him stood Dumbledore.

He made it, he didn't make a mistake, it was a long trip - over 100km at least.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked, sounding like he was asking Hera if this would be an ideal picnic spot.

"It's much better than before." Hera said, he felt an unprecedented comfort - it's just an illusion - as long as he doesn't be apparated by others, it can be called a good trip.

"Shall we go now?" asked Dumbledore. "It's best to get back before it gets dark—I mean, we don't know how much time we'll be wasting in there!"

"Of course, but before that, please let me confirm one thing." Hera said, Dumbledore nodded in agreement, Hera snapped his fingers, and Kreacher appeared beside them, bowing humbly.

"Kreacher, it's time for you to contribute. All of this is for the glory of the Black family. You should be honored." Hera said 'persuading', but Kreacher didn't need these. After he served Voldemort, he felt that it was a great blessing to be able to return to Hera's side - even though it found that the portrait of the mistress was torn off by her damned son.

"It's my honor to serve you." Kreacher said sharply. It probably has deep-sea phobia, because its body has been trembling and shaking uncontrollably since it appeared.

"Very well, let's go." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, as if he didn't care what Hera said to Kreacher, as long as his goal was achieved.

They walked to the edge of the rock, leading down to the huge boulders below, half-exposing the sponge around the cliff.

Both Hera and Dumbledore moved relatively slowly. Neither of them wanted to fall here because of a mistake. This could make Voldemort laugh out loud in his dreams. His greatest enemy, Dumbledore, fell to his death while climbing a rock.

The rocks in the lower place were washed slippery by the sea water, and a strong smell of the sea rushed towards Hera's face, which made Hera almost vomit.

"Luminescence!" Dumbledore went down to the huge pebble closest to the front of the cliff, knelt down and chanted a spell.Spots of golden light shone on the dark sea a few feet below him.The dark rock wall around him was also illuminated.

"Here we are," Hera said in a low voice. "The crack, right, I remember it was there."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, and nimbly slipped from the pebbles into the sea water, and swam towards the dark crack in the rock face. He put his wand in his mouth, and Hera followed behind him in the same way.

Passing through the gap and turning into a dark passage, Hera and Dumbledore found the enchanted cave wall based on the location they remembered.

"Hera," Dumbledore called out.

"Here we come." Hera hurriedly took out a bottle of wizard's blood from her small pocket, and poured it on the cave wall, where a dazzling white arch soon appeared, and the blood-spattered rock at the arch disappeared suddenly, revealing a doorway, which seemed to be endless darkness.

"It's time for your little fellow to come out, Hera." Dumbledore said seriously, looking carefully at the situation in the cave.

Hera nodded, snapped her fingers, and Kreacher appeared almost in the blink of an eye. Its symptoms seemed to be getting worse, and it was almost fainting.

"Kreacher, you go ahead."

"Yes—yes—" Kreacher said very fragilely, its voice was full of weird emotions, but neither Hera nor Dumbledore took it to heart, they just needed it to complete the task.

that's enough.

Inside the cave was a large black lake. They walked around the shore of the lake. When Kreacher inadvertently turned his head and glanced at the dim, green light in the center of the lake, he let out a scream, and the whole guy fell to the ground and disappeared.

"I'm afraid we were played by it," said Dumbledore jokingly, looking at Hera with a playful smile.

Hera's face became ugly. It was because of Kreacher that he had the courage to go on an 'expedition' with Dumbledore. After all, the 'apparition' of the house elves was hard to stop. This alone gave Hera a lot of confidence.

"I don't know what's going on, Dumbledore."

“我当然知道，但这里有很有意思的一件事情。”邓布利多顿了顿，他把手插进口袋，脚尖轻点这地面，“为什么，克利切会那么得反常，而我刚好想到一个非常有意思的事情，哈利二年级的时候，那本日记本被伏地魔很随意地丢在了学校，这是不是说明，伏地魔压根不知道让他不死的其实是魂器，因为他曾经做过许多许多的尝试，在永生不死这条路上。”

"I'm afraid you're right." Hera nodded. Voldemort had said more than once that he had prepared so much that he didn't know what had kept him alive, but there was no doubt that Voldemort must have known when they destroyed Gaunt's ring.

"So, I have an interesting conjecture, Hera, I'm afraid it can't be more interesting." Dumbledore said happily, as if he was very happy that Hera could keep up with his thinking.

"Horcruxes are not necessarily valued by Voldemort, which means that it is very likely that he did not arrange them personally"

(End of this chapter)