Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 375 I have a plan, a risky plan
The Ministry of Magic was undercurrent, which made Umbridge's behavior in Hogwarts even more crazy. It seemed that she was worried that after Fudge lost power, she would not be able to carry out her idea of ​​transforming Hogwarts, so she intensified her efforts during this period, and even formed a small team to 'manage' the school.

Principal room.

"I have a plan." Dumbledore turned his back to Hera, and he jumped over the window to look at the Quidditch field in the distance, where a large group of students sat on the grass, and they seemed to be discussing this with great interest.

Hera lifted the robe, he had a bad feeling.

"I plan to lure Voldemort, which requires a little cooperation." Dumbledore turned his head, his blue eyes flashed, "There is still some madness, I hope you will not be frightened."

"Tell me, how dangerous is it?" Hera raised his eyebrows. He didn't mind listening to it. He had already boarded Dumbledore's boat, so what else could he do?

"I want Harry to be the bait." Dumbledore was silent for a while, but Hera couldn't close his mouth in astonishment as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Are you serious?" Hera jumped up, "You use Harry as bait?"

"He has to die by Voldemort's hand, doesn't he?" Dumbledore said solemnly, rubbing the leather glove on his right hand with his left hand. "He's going to die after all. If his death can unite us all to fight against Voldemort, I can't think of how we can lose."

"But what about the prophecy? As you said, only one of them will survive. Harry is dead. What about Voldemort?" Hera asked worriedly. Harry's incident made him feel a little sad. After all, he was a child he had known for five or six years. Watching him grow up from a radish head to the present, and set up to fall in love, Hera felt a sense of satisfaction as a child growing up.

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table lightly, making a clicking sound, "I'm afraid this will be handed over to you."

"." Hera paused, squinting at Dumbledore, took a deep breath and shouted, "How can you do this?"

"I don't have much time, Hera." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "My magic power is fading. I don't know how long I can last. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I will completely lose control of my body and become a disabled person."

"I can't help it. Without you, how could we beat the Dark Lord?" Hera said a little dejectedly. He sat on the chair decadently, and he said in a very low voice: "Dumbledore, you know, I still have Penello, and I can't dedicate myself to my faith like you."

"Hera, this is war," said Dumbledore firmly.

"." Hera opened his mouth, he looked at Dumbledore, but couldn't say a word.

Dumbledore stood up, walked out from behind the desk, and patted Hera on the shoulder lightly, "I know it's hard, but the situation is not as bad as you imagined, you think too badly about everything."

"So what's your plan? I don't believe you're going to let him die." Hera looked up at Dumbledore, trying to read something in his blue eyes.

"It's just very risky, but it's not dangerous." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I found that the conflict between Harry and Severus seems irresolvable, and their Occlumency is progressing very slowly. But this happens to be something we can take advantage of."

"How to say?"

"Severus told me that Harry has been having a dream recently. He has dreamed of a door. It is the door of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. It may be some other door, but Severus determined through Harry's memory that it is the door of the Department of Mysteries. I think it is a trap of Voldemort." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, speaking slowly, making sure that Hera could hear every word he uttered clearly.

"So, knowing that it's the Dark Lord's trap, we still want to jump into it. Is that what you mean?" Hera frowned. He also felt that this plan was a bit too dangerous.

Dumbledore smiled, "It's a dangerous plan, only for Harry."

Hera suddenly understood, how far he was from Dumbledore, he shrank back in the armchair, "Wouldn't this be too cruel for Harry?"

"If we can kill Voldemort just by sacrificing Harry, I don't need to sacrifice so many people. I think it's a very good thing. This can change my other plan a little bit." Dumbledore smiled easily, as if the other plan was more difficult.

"So, what is your other plan? Or what is your original plan?" Hera asked suspiciously.

Dumbledore tilted his head and smiled mischievously—to be honest, it was a bit disgusting, but Hera was already used to the old man's style, "Of course it's to capture the Ministry of Magic, we can no longer consume internally, and against Voldemort, we must unite as one."

"Hmm." Hera gave Dumbledore a deep look. Fudge's worry was not without reason. If Harry's incident hadn't happened, Dumbledore might have become the Minister of Magic now.
Wait, Richfar Heilig and Leni Rozier want the Portkey to the Ministry of Magic. Could it be the old man in front of him?

The hairs on Hera's body trembled suddenly. Dumbledore had united the Saints and the Order of the Phoenix. He hoped that this guess was true, which meant that their power would be great, and Hera would be safer. At least he didn't have to worry about being used as cannon fodder.

"Hera, I know that you are very good at making portkeys. I already got a portkey, but it's still not enough, you."

"I understand." Hera understood in an instant. Dumbledore's meaning was very clear, that is, he, the portkey craftsman, was needed to appear on the stage.

Dumbledore thought for a while, probably thinking about how much he needed, and after a few tens of seconds, he slowly said, "Well, let's make five first, and you may be needed later."

"Five!?" Hera's eyes widened, "Dumbledore, I can't guarantee that I can make that many in one go, and no one can guarantee that."

"I know, I think you are probably the most confident person in the entire wizarding world." Dumbledore exclaimed, "I have never doubted your craftsmanship, I think everything is destined, and it was definitely not an accident that you came to Hogwarts five years ago."

"Of course it wasn't an accident. I was looking for a job and a meal at that time." Hera only dared to whisper this in her heart, and didn't dare to say it out at all.He just nodded to Dumbledore.

"As for the next plan, I will tell you little by little. Everything needs you to make the Portkey first, otherwise everything that follows will be almost impossible." Dumbledore said very seriously, and at the same time tapped the table with his finger.

"I understand." Hera nodded, expressing that she was aware of this.

Even if the chat was over here, Hera didn't waste any more time in greeting - neither of them needed it. He left the principal's office without even mentioning the materials. He believed that Dumbledore would prepare them for him.

Dumbledore had already made up his mind that he would agree - there were already several owls lingering on the windowsill, unsurprisingly holding a large package in their talons, destined to be sent by Dumbledore.

Hera opened the window and let them fall to the floor. It must have been too exhausting to hover all the time. They rested on the floor for a while before slowly flying away from the window. This is definitely not an easy journey. You can tell by looking at their messy feathers. It must have taken a lot of effort to pass through Umbridge's surveillance.

"Dumbledore should really let his stupid bird move and move. It has been fattened up all winter." Hera complained, sat down on the ground, and began to unpack the package.

In fact, the five Portkeys took Hera almost one night to craft.This is probably due to the fact that Hera just made the portkey for Leni not long ago, and everything is so familiar, Hera doesn't even need to think about the magic pattern on it, it is enough to treat herself as a portkey-making robot, and everything is a replica of the previous portkey.

Of course, there were two failed defective products beside them. Hera didn't know what use they were, but she put them in her pocket anyway.

After all, it cost several Galleons of Portkey. Hera would not just throw it away, maybe it will be sold at some point?
Hera went to the Quidditch stadium almost early the next morning. After a busy night, he just wanted to watch the team's training to relax himself. It has to be said that since being grounded by Dumbledore, all Hera can do in Hogwarts is to watch the football and deliver news to the professors. But it has to be said that Hera is really tired. He just wants to watch the girls and boys playing Quidditch heartily on the grass.

It was Gryffindor and Hufflepuff on Saturday, and they were practicing on the court, but Gryffindor seemed to be going very badly, and Hera saw Ron in the air.

Um.
It has to be said that having him in the game was so bad that even the captain of the Gryffindor team cried out - now the captain is Angelina, an attractive, tanned girl.

Even the players felt a little humiliated, they could see Hera and the girls on the grass watching them practice.This made their training worse and worse, and they were even embarrassed to raise their heads to search for traces of the ball, but just looked down at the broom handle they were holding.

This made Hera shake her head dejectedly.Sure enough, without Harry, the backbone is gone?

Hera stood up bored, and walked slowly towards the castle. Hagrid's cabin was not lit, and Fang was not at the door. I really don't know what Hagrid was busy with every day. He appointed something to hide from everyone.

In fact, Saturday came much sooner than expected, and Hera hadn't even recovered from staying up all night, and the Quidditch match was about to start—"It's not that you don't want to drink the refreshing potion." Madam Pomfrey said so.

But Hera insists he'd never try a pick-me-up potion in his life if it wasn't made into a mango flavor.

To be honest, Hera had no expectations for Saturday's Quidditch match. He had even guessed the result: Hufflepuff won the match by an exaggerated margin.But Professor McGonagall has been in a bad mood since breakfast, and in order to help her calm down, Hera had to accompany her to the Quidditch pitch.

Lest she do any irreversible harm to Umbridge - after the last match, Harry was permanently suspended by Umbridge.Believe in Hera's judgment, Professor McGonagall will definitely put this account on Umbridge's head.

"Maybe we don't need to be too pessimistic. I have been watching their training recently. I want to say that Gryffindor's condition is not that bad." Hera tried to find an excuse for them, but it seemed that Professor McGonagall couldn't be fooled.

She smiled miserably, and said with an unrequited loveliness: "I know what they look like. I saw them in the tower. It's a disaster, isn't it?"

"They just haven't gotten used to it, that's for sure, you need to give them some time, Minerva, you're being too hard on them." Hera patted her on the back and explained, he was really afraid that Professor McGonagall would suddenly throw a killing curse on Umbridge after losing the game or something - Gryffindor lions never lack courage.

But Hera can assure you that this is definitely not what Dumbledore wants to see.

These two days of vacation-like life also gave Hera more time to think. He probably already guessed Dumbledore's plan:
Using Harry as a bait, let him follow Voldemort's bait to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and then the Order of the Phoenix and the Saints use the Portkey to teleport to the Ministry of Magic, and the three parties will start a war in the Ministry of Magic, so that even Fudge's quibbles are useless, because he is not the only one who will see the Dark Lord with his own eyes, and the news cannot be covered.

As for Voldemort, it would be better to kill him or injure him.If you can't, there's no loss, right?
From this point of view, Dumbledore's plan is really seamless, there are almost no loopholes, as long as he wants, he can even show up a little later, and let Voldemort kill his Horcrux Harry Potter himself-although it is not a very good time now, and Hera doesn't want to do it either.

"But it looks like I need to make another Portkey." Hera sighed. The more he saw Dumbledore's plan, the more dangerous he felt. He even thought it would be great if he could not participate in this plan.

Voldemort would definitely come with his Death Eaters, and when the war started, Hera couldn't guarantee that she would survive.

This is a war, and no one can guarantee that he will survive.

(End of this chapter)