Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 371 Yes, I am Hogwarts' Information Expert

And these days, Hera seems to have become the focus of attention again. When he is in the corridor, there are always people whispering and pointing, but he found that the tone of the commentator has changed slightly.Curiosity now replaces hostility.

In fact, Hera didn't understand what was so curious about it at all—maybe they were curious about how Hera tolerated such a 'relative'. After all, Hera was in Hogwarts on the day the Death Eaters escaped from prison.

Hera also heard their discussions, but once or twice, he heard something different, as if someone expressed dissatisfaction with the statement in the "Daily Prophet" about how ten Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban.In confusion and horror, the skeptics seem to turn to the only remaining explanation, which is what Dumbledore and Harry have been saying since last year.

Except for the two of them, basically no one announced the fact that Voldemort had returned with much fanfare.

The Ministry of Magic can't touch Harry Potter and Dumbledore, and you can't touch a little Hera?

Just find an excuse and lock you up, such as privately running cram schools and trying to extort money from students.
This kind of excuse is really not too much, let alone Hera's previous heavy criminal record, as long as the Ministry of Magic is willing, Hera will not even see the sun tomorrow morning-who made Hera so famous in the Greek smuggling circle
In Hogwarts castle, not only the mood of the students has changed, but now you can often see two or three teachers chatting nervously in low voices in the corridor, and they stop talking when they see students approaching. Hera is always there because he is really bored. Dumbledore won’t let him leave Hogwarts castle, but there is still Umbridge watching his every move in the castle, and even the teachers’ lounge is monitored.

"Actually, I can't think of another place where I can talk freely." Hera whispered to Flitwick, and Flitwick rolled his eyes at him, waved his wand, and stood on the book and said loudly: "Okay, children, have you finished this part? Let's try to practice. Professor Lestrange will help us, right?"

"Oh, of course." Hera didn't feel like interrupting the rhythm of Flitwick's class at all. In fact, this kind of thing had been going on for a while, and most professors had gotten used to Hera's way of doing things—it was indeed the only safe way. After all, there were so many students in the classroom that Umbridge couldn't distinguish the voices of the students and the teachers.

And she obviously couldn't involve the children's freedom of speech, that would be burned at the stake - bah, that would be expelled by Dumbledore, Dumbledore would not want Hogwarts to become a subsidiary department of the Ministry of Magic, and even the students' freedom of speech would be deprived.

"Come on, kid, make it harder." Hera and Flitwick walked to the aisle of the students' desks, and they instructed the students to cast spells one by one. This was a sixth grade student who basically didn't need Professor Flitwick to bother, so Hella could sit on the seat next to the blackboard without paying attention.

The other professors were also happy, and Hera could not only help, but also pass on the news—Umbridge had already monitored the school's communication network: Owl, only Hera was probably reliable.

You can't expect students to withstand Umbridge's pressure, and once they meet Umbridge, they still can't keep a secret, let alone Umbridge has her own set of interrogation methods-Harry has experienced it.

The morning after the Azkaban prison break was reported, a new notice was posted on the notice board of the college.

Hera could hardly remember which education order it was. Ever since Umbridge came to Hogwarts, she had hardly been restless for a moment.

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order
Teachers are hereby prohibited from providing students with any information not related to the subjects they teach.The above regulations comply with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Senior Inquisitor, Dolores Jane Umbridge.

This educational law no doubt caused a lot of jokes among the students, especially Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins, since under the new law she couldn't reproach them for playing crack and pop.

"Crackling cards have nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's information that has nothing to do with your subject!"

Hera was very much in agreement with this point of view, until Lee Jordan came out of Umbridge's office with blood on the back of his hand, and he couldn't help laughing.

He would have liked to go straight to Umbridge and say this was against the rules, but it wasn't easy for them to go to war with the Ministry of Magic right now, and Dumbledore couldn't care less about such trivial matters, so Hera could only be angry with herself, even though he knew how it was supposed to be - it wasn't what it was.

"I thought that the Azkaban escape would make Umbridge calm down a bit, and that she would be ashamed of her dear Fudge's big mistake." Hera and Professor McGonagall complained, and he only recently discovered that Professor McGonagall was not as serious as she acted, at least she liked to chew her ears with Hera.

"This incident seems to only make her crazier to want to control Hogwarts life in her palm." Professor McGonagall frowned, even she could smell the slightest foreboding. "It seems that she is determined to fire at least one person in the near future, it's just a question of who goes first, Trelawney or Hagrid."

"But I don't think this is a problem, Dumbledore will not agree." Hera squeezed a smile towards Professor McGonagall, "Not only Dumbledore, we will not agree."

"Of course, it has nothing to do with personal feelings." Professor McGonagall nodded, although she did not have a good impression of Trelawney, but at this moment, they are all members of Hogwarts, and she will not allow Umbridge to do whatever he wants in the school - there is no limit to patience.

Although the Order of the Phoenix has been working hard to avoid the sharp edge of the Ministry of Magic, no matter how you say it, there is still a minimum bottom line, and it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic to suppress it as it pleases.

After all, they were actually making their own efforts to fight against Voldemort, not the bastards of the Ministry of Magic.

Every Divination class and Care of Magical Creatures class now took place in front of Umbridge and her clipboard.In the room at the top of the scented tower, she sat by the fire, interrupting Professor Trelawney's increasingly hysterical lectures, asking her outlandish questions about ornithology and sevens, insisting that she demonstrate her powers of divination with crystal balls, tea leaves, and rune stones.Trelawney, Hera believed, was going to break down, and more than once he had bumped into her in the corridor, trying to help, but she was always in a daze—but that was a queer thing in itself, considering she was usually confined to her tower in the past.

Every time Hera tried to speak to her, she murmured excitedly to herself, wringing her hands, looking over her shoulder in horror, smelling strongly of cooking wine.This made Hera very worried—Hagrid alone had exhausted him physically and mentally, and Hagrid's condition was not much better.

Moreover, Hagrid seemed to have something to hide from Hera. He started to avoid Hera now, for fear that Hera would find out his little secret.

In fact, Hera saw Hagrid's huge figure sneaking towards the Forbidden Forest more than once in the castle, but he thought it was Hagrid's privacy, and he had better wait until Hagrid himself was willing to speak.

On the other side, apart from the professor, Harry's condition has also become worse. This is obvious to all. Harry is no better than Hagrid and Trelawney at all. He looks distracted and distracted. He often can't keep up with the teacher's train of thought. He stares blankly at the blackboard, answers wrong questions, and keeps looking around nervously. This makes Hera wonder whether Voldemort has possessed Harry.

But Snape didn't tell Hera about this, obviously he didn't think it had something to do with Voldemort, maybe Harry's own state had a problem.

Maybe it's because he's in a relationship, Hera still remembers that he stumbled across Harry kissing a Ravenclaw Chinese girl, maybe Harry is struggling with his first relationship.

"But there is no doubt that his connection with the Dark Lord is growing stronger," Snape replied when Hera asked.

Hera frowned, resting her chin on her palm, stirring with a large spoon in her other hand, "This is not good news, right—"

"Let go of your hand, I have no doubt that you are going to destroy the potion I have been brewing for several hours." Snape said coldly, and at the same time snatched the spoon from Hera's hand.

Hera let go of her hand and apologized indifferently, "Sorry, I didn't notice."

"Trolls know better manners than you." Snape sneered. It seemed that Hera's unintentional behavior angered him. Presumably, only potions could make him so excited. Hera couldn't think of anything else that could make Snape look human - he was always unkind, like a cold Muggle machine.

"How is Harry?" Hera asked in a low voice, and he moved closer. "I know you must know something."

Snape pursed his lips, lowered his head, approached Hera's ear, and said in a very low whisper, "Now he can feel the Dark Lord's emotions, even the smallest fluctuations. Dumbledore thinks this may not be a bad thing, but we don't see any good for it yet."

"He's like a—sorry, Muggle-speaking antennae? Can accept the Dark Lord's emotions?" Hera asked with some surprise. "Then does he have any dreams?"

"He dreamed." Snape said in a very cold voice.

"That's really a good thing." Hera said happily, but he quickly changed his mind, "But isn't your mission to teach him to learn Occlumency? Why is his condition getting worse?"

Snape rolled his eyes at him, and continued to speak in his poisonous tone: "How can we tell if this is the Dark Lord's trap?" He deliberately ignored Hera's second question and only answered the first one.

Hera was taken aback for a moment, but soon smiled again, "But, anyway, at least the news isn't that bad, so what did he dream about?"

"Department of Mysteries."

"Well, the Department of Mysteries is weird. Where's that?"

"no one knows."

"Okay," Hera said, "but I think if you're serious about teaching Harry how to use Occlumency, you'd better build up some trust between you, like we did before."

"Hmph!" Snape snorted, refusing to acknowledge his trusting relationship with Hera.However, this cannot be denied, since they practiced Occlumency for the first time and Snape saw Hera's memory, he had a lot of affection (or sympathy) for Hera, which was the basis of their trust.

"You go to class, I'll go back first, do you need a message from me?" Hera said habitually, and now he has consciously asked the professors if they need him to deliver the message, lest some professors are embarrassed to speak, such as Professor Sprout of Herbal Medicine.

It didn't take Hera long to find Harry in the castle, where he was doing his homework in the library, where, in fact, almost all fifth year students were, even the least study-loving Gryffindors.

After all, they will soon face OWLs, which will determine whether they can continue to study in their chosen subjects - getting an 'E' is not enough to continue in sixth form.

"Harry!" Hera greeted Harry in a low voice. Harry and the others were sitting by a window and doing their homework.

"Hera?" Harry raised his head and asked curiously.

"Hera!" Hermione waved at him.

Mrs. Pince stood aside with her feather duster in her arms, and looked at Hera viciously—her relationship with Hera had always been bad, and it probably reached its peak in 1991.However, when Hera was in school, their relationship was not very good. At that time, Mrs. Pince always suspected that Hera was trying to slip into the restricted area, which made Hera feel insulted.

Although he really thought so.

"Harry, how are you doing?" Hera walked to their table, pulled a chair from the side and sat down, "I think you seem to have some problems recently."

"Oh, it can't be worse." Harry took a deep breath, looking extremely weak.

"Tell me, maybe I can help you answer the question, we all care about you, and your state worries me."

Hera was almost worried to death. If Voldemort really possessed Harry, would he still have something good to eat?
Among other things, dozens of "cruciating carpal bones" are absolutely indispensable!

If there is a flash of green light, Hera will die one step ahead of Dumbledore
(End of this chapter)