Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 370 Azkaban Large-Scale Prison Break Incident

"Okay, she's gone." Hera whispered. He lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and stared carefully at the report above. He didn't read it carefully just now, and there were a lot of small print on it.

The Ministry of Magic announced last night a mass escape from Azkaban.

Minister Cornelius Fudge, in an interview at his office, confirmed that ten felons had escaped last night and that he had informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of the fugitives.

"It's a shame that we're in the same situation we were in when the murderer Sirius Black escaped two and a half years ago," Fudge said last night. "But please have faith in the Ministry of Magic. Just as it did with the recapture of Sirius Black two years ago, the Ministry of Magic is sparing no effort in pursuing the fugitives and asking the public to remain vigilant and stay away from these high profile criminals."

"It really looks terrible." Hera sighed. He looked at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. The two of them were talking closely, and their faces were extremely serious.It wasn't just the two of them, but Professor Sprout, who leaned the Daily Prophet against the ketchup bottle and read the first edition intently, holding the spoon in the air so that the yolk dripped onto her lap.

Hera turned her head and looked at Flitwick, "I'm afraid we are busy."

"No, you are busy. I have been busy all the time." Professor Flitwick shrugged and said helplessly. He is still in charge of giving lessons to the little wizards. Right now, these things can only be handed over to other members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Hera, such as Hera, such as Hera
Well, Hera knew that Dumbledore would definitely hand over this matter to him, whether it was because of Bellatrix or because of his undercover status——wait a minute, Hera realized at this time, when did she become Dumbledore's undercover agent?

Why is it like boiling a frog in warm water? When Hera found out, he had already boarded Dumbledore's thief ship, and seeing Dumbledore's "last wish" (to protect Hogwarts), it seemed that Hera had the intention of letting Hera inherit the mantle.

Of course, this is purely Hera's self-indulgence. Dumbledore never said that Hera would be the headmaster.

"I hope the newspapers won't get me involved. Bellatrix and I really have nothing to do with each other. Probably the relationship between mother and child." Of course, Hera didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

He always thought that Bellatrix was his mother, although she didn't admit it, and Hera never doubted it until she returned to teach at Hogwarts. He believed that this might be a kind of protection--the son of the Lestrange Squib was much better than Bellatrix's son, at least he would not be executed immediately
But what Rodolphs said before in Azkaban made Hera a little puzzled. In theory, he should be his father, but it didn't look like that.Coupled with the fact that she can speak Parseltongue, Hera now believes in another terrifying statement: that he is the child of Voldemort and Bellatrix.

Only this can explain everything, and it can also reasonably explain why Hera's identity was not announced when Voldemort was in full swing—because what Voldemort wanted was immortality and great strength, he would not need a successor, and he did not need another person to come out and take away his power.

But there seemed to be something wrong, and Hera couldn't tell for a while, but he always had a feeling: he seemed to have missed something.
"Hera, look at this." Flitwick handed the newspaper to Hella with a cold face. He had been in a daze for a while, and Professor Flitwick had already read the rest of it.

Ministry of Magic employee dies

St Mungo's Hospital last night pledged to launch a full investigation into the death of Ministry of Magic employee Broderick Bird. Mr. Bode, 49, was strangled to death by a potted plant on his hospital bed, but the therapist failed to rescue him.Mr Bird had been injured in a work accident a few weeks earlier.

Meliam Straw, the therapist who was in charge of Mr. Bird's ward at the time of the accident, was suspended with pay and declined to be interviewed.But a hospital spokesman said: "St Mungo's deeply regrets the death of Mr Bird, who was recovering from the tragedy.

"We have strict rules about decorations in the wards, but therapist Straw, in the midst of the Christmas rush, overlooked the dangerous nature of Mr Bird's bedside plants. With Mr Bird's speech and mobility restored, she Encouraging him to tend the potted plant himself, he failed to see that it was not a harmless crab claw orchid but a devil's net, and the convalescent Mr. Bird strangled to death as soon as he touched it.

St. Mungo's Hospital is still unable to explain how the potted plant appeared in the ward, and hopes that someone in the know can provide clues. "

"You can see something too, right?" Flitwick lowered his voice.

Hera nodded, "I'm afraid this is not a simple accident."

"Well, isn't that obvious?" Flitwick frowned. "Okay, but I think you'll be busy soon." He saw Professor McGonagall waving at Hera, gesturing for him to pass.

"Okay, okay, I'll go first." Hera picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth, and walked towards Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid we can't continue to pretend that nothing happened. At least we can't let the Ministry of Magic sit still. They will only make a bigger mess. This time, the Death Eaters escaped from prison. What will happen next time? The mysterious man led his followers to capture the Ministry of Magic?" Professor McGonagall looked very different. She tapped her fingers on the newspaper and discussed with Dumbledore in a serious manner.

Dumbledore frowned tightly and deeply, "I'm afraid it's not as simple as what we saw, you need to read this." Dumbledore turned the newspaper upside down to the last page, and showed them the report of "Ministry of Magic staff died unexpectedly".

"Is there any connection?" Hera asked suspiciously. He had just come here and didn't know what Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had talked about before.

Professor McGonagall's face was tense, her lips pressed together, and she shook her head slightly.

Hera spread her hands and said helplessly, "I don't see any connection for the time being, at least I do." He could only say this, because he really couldn't see any connection for the time being, and the information he had so far was still too little - Dumbledore must know more, but it's unknown whether he will tell them.

However, there is also a possibility, that is, it was really an accident. A black-hearted vendor sold the devil's net as a crab claw orchid. After all, the price difference between them is several times - the devil's net is a very common magical plant in dense forests.

"As soon as there is news, I will inform you." After a while, Dumbledore said very seriously, his brows never relaxed, which made Hera a little worried.

"Hera, without my order, you don't want to leave Hogwarts Castle anytime soon, understand?" Dumbledore said very seriously, as if Hera would be the next person to be 'persecuted'. In fact, Voldemort quite trusted Hera, didn't he?

At least as long as Hera asked, Voldemort would basically agree, such as Kreacher - the poor little one who once drank a pot of potion for him.

However, Voldemort presumably forgot about it long ago - who would remember an elf who thought he was dead?

Hera nodded worriedly, feeling a little sad in her heart.

Obviously, all of them desperately need Dumbledore to take control of the situation, but Dumbledore is already preparing for the funeral, which has to be said is really a funny joke.

Hera sighed, but didn't pay attention, returned to her seat, finished her breakfast in two or three bites, and returned to the office.

But after a while, Hera became restless. If Dumbledore hadn't said this, he probably wouldn't have been tempted to take a walk for a while, but as soon as Dumbledore's words entered his ears, the feet below him couldn't help wanting to take a stroll outside.

This is probably the rebellious psychology of human beings. Anyway, Hera is like this. Dumbledore's words seem to tickle his heart.

"If I don't leave Hogwarts, if I don't leave Hogwarts, then it's not too much for me to take a stroll around Hagrid's cabin, right?" Hera asked herself in the armchair, "Not too much, definitely not too much, everyone knows that Hagrid and I are good friends, it's perfectly fine for me to visit him, right?"

"Yes, that's it, and I didn't leave Hogwarts like this." Hera clapped her palms, and decided so happily that he was going to take a tour of Hagrid's cabin!
Hagrid was sitting at the door of his cabin, right in front of the vegetable patch. He looked at the vegetable patch that had been neglected for a long time and sighed heavily. He had a new wound on his face, which made him look even more lonely.

For some reason, he looked so distressed that Hera didn't even notice when she walked up to him.

"Hagrid, what's the matter?" Hera greeted him, Hagrid looked a little bit out of place.

"Oh, good morning, Hera." Hagrid tried to laugh, but only grinned in pain.

"Are you okay?" Hera looked at the new wound on Hagrid's face suspiciously, "What did you do? Did something happen in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Fine. Fine," said Hagrid, pretending to be jovial, and waving his hand, but it almost hit Hera on the head. "Just busy, you know, or stuff—lesson preparation—two salamander scales rotted—well—I'll have to look—" he muttered.

"I guessed it would be like this." Hera pursed her lips, patted Hagrid on the shoulder, and told him to move to the side, and Hagrid made room for him.

"Yeah," said Hagrid. "To be honest, it's expected. How could you have guessed that?"

"No one would think that rashly exposing students to a magical animal that they can't see will get a good evaluation, and this is a dangerous magical creature with a rating of four stars in the Ministry of Magic. No one would think that this is an appropriate thing." Hera said very frankly, almost ignoring Hagrid's feelings.

In fact, Hagrid was a bit too nervous sometimes, it was a rot, and it would kill him at some point.

Right now is a good opportunity to let Hagrid know how serious his carelessness is. Fortunately, Umbridge has no other way to target Hagrid. After all, she just stopped Hagrid's class. Professor Graplan will definitely be better than Hagrid.

Under the current situation, a little carelessness may lead to serious consequences. Hagrid is still not aware of his own problems, which is a hidden danger after all: if he is caught by the Death Eaters next time, it will not be as simple as losing his job.

"Well, you may not understand." Hagrid sighed, looking very frustrated. This job was basically the most important thing in his opinion, second only to other instructions given to him by Dumbledore.

But I have to say that Dumbledore obviously knew Hagrid’s character very well, so he almost never revealed too much important information to him, which prevented Hagrid from slipping his mouth for a while—for example, he told Quirrell and Voldemort about the method of passing the three-headed dog Luwei in the Pig’s Head Bar in 1991.

"Forget it," Hagrid sighed, "you've got to rub some paprika on the salamanders, or they'll lose their tails too. Goodbye, bye, Hera."

Hagrid walked away heavily, out of the vegetable garden and into the damp field.

Hera looked at his back, with mixed emotions in her heart - she came out to relax!How to make the mood worse?

There have been too many bad news in the past few days, which made the news of Hagrid being retained for probation not taken seriously by the faculty and staff, because he just lost a job, but the wanted criminals are still at large, and it is very likely that they are doing evil things—oh, there is basically no doubt about it.

Still, that seemed too far away for Hogwarts students, who were still pinning their hopes on the Ministry of Magic, who they believed would bring them to justice, even though it was still a hot topic of discussion.So, a considerable part of their attention was on Hagrid.

The news spread around the school for a few days, but not everyone was sad, some, like Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins, seemed happy.As for the strange death of an unknown employee of the Ministry of Magic in Saint-Germont, no one seemed to take it seriously at all, except for Dumbledore and his cronies.

In the hallway now, there was almost only one topic of conversation: ten Death Eaters on the run.The news trickled down to the campus through the few people who read the newspaper.

For a time, rumors arose in Hogwarts that some fugitives were hiding in the Shrieking Shack and might break into Hogwarts like Sirius.
Children of magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood. Their names are almost as terrifying as Voldemort, and their crimes during Voldemort's reign of terror are well known.

And this also made Hera experience the uncomfortable gaze once again - just because of his surname.

Some believe that Hera Lestrange helped the Death Eaters escape Azkaban.

However, this is completely nonsense. Hera didn't even know a little bit about this matter before reading the newspaper. Neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort told him even a little bit of information.

(End of this chapter)