Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 376 "The Quibbler" and nightmares, good and bad

But it was not all without good news. When Hera walked into the auditorium on Monday morning, it was just in time for the owl to deliver the letter.Not everyone waited anxiously for the "Daily Prophet" like Hermione. Hermione almost stood on her toes and looked in the direction of the window with her head stuck out. It was hard for people not to pay attention.

But the others weren't much better than Hermione, and most of them stared at the owl too, but not nearly as eagerly as Hermione.They were anxious to know the latest news about the Death Eaters on the run, and although many reported seeing them, none had been caught so far.

Hera sat on the guest table, watching Professor Flitwick untie the newspaper from the owl's lap, and eagerly opened it.

And Hera also received what he wanted—the latest issue of "The Quibbler", which was a long cylindrical package. He tore open the brown foreskin and rolled out a tightly rolled March issue of "The Quibbler".He unfolded it and saw Harry's face smiling shyly at him on the cover, printed in large red letters:

Harry Potter finally tells the truth: I saw You-Know-Who come back to life that night.

"That's not bad, isn't it?" Professor Flitwick didn't even care about the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, and his whole body leaned over. "What kind of newspaper is this? It looks much more interesting than the Daily Prophet. I'm afraid I need to order a copy too."

"The Quibbler." Hera smiled proudly, "I think you've heard its name before."

"Oh, of course, but people say it's a crazy magazine." Professor Flitwick raised his eyebrows, seeming to disdain those words, "But it looks much more sincere than the Daily Prophet, at least they're willing to tell the truth."

"Who says no, their editor-in-chief is a very interesting person, and his daughter is studying at Hogwarts." Hera responded with a smile. I'm afraid Flitwick didn't know that Luna's father was the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler".

Flitwick suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Gryffindor, and whispered, "I think Harry is probably in trouble." A lot of owls fell around Harry, one, two, three. A total of seven owls landed beside him, jostling, stepping on the butter, knocking over the salt shaker, trying to be the first to deliver the letter to him.

"It looks interesting." Hera also smiled when she saw Harry's embarrassed look. He probably never thought that there would be so many owls delivering letters for him.

Ron and Hermione helped Harry open the letter, which made the situation before him a lot easier, but still not easy.

Hera and Flitwick also continued to eat their breakfast, and read the newspaper by the way, of course it was "The Quibbler". The Daily Prophet had been put under the plate as a tablecloth—nothing useful would turn up there anyway, would it?

But it was obviously not easy for Harry, because when he was opening the letter, a sweet voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you doing here?"

There is no doubt that such a delicate and contrived voice can only be produced by Umbridge.

Harry looked up, his hands still full of letters.Umbridge was standing directly behind his classmate across the table from him.

A more appropriate description might be: Umbridge's toadlike eyes scanned the mess of owls and letters in front of Harry, and Harry lowered his head slightly.

"Why do you have so many letters, Mr. Potter?" she asked slowly.

"Is it against the law to take letters now?" said Fred aloud.

"Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll put you in solitary confinement," said Umbridge. "Mr. Potter?"

Harry hesitated, but he knew it was going to get Umbridge's attention sooner or later, so he said straight up, "People wrote to me because I was interviewed about what happened to me last June."

He unconsciously looked at the staff table, but Hera and Flitwick were so absorbed in watching The Quibbler that they didn't notice what was going on here.

"Interview?" Umbridge's voice was higher and higher than usual. "What did you say?"

"A reporter asked me a question, and I answered it," said Harry, "and here—" He threw The Quibbler at her, and she caught it, seeing the cover, with ugly patches of mauve on her doughy face.

"When did you do it?" she asked, her voice trembling a little.

"The last time I went to Hogsmeade," said Harry.

She looked up at him, exasperated, the magazine trembling between her stubby fingers.

"You are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade again, Mr. Potter," she said softly. "How dare you... how could you..." She took a deep breath. "I have taught you not to lie again and again, but you have obviously ignored it. Fifty points from Gryffindor, plus a week of detention."

She walked away with a thud, clutching "The Quibbler" tightly in her chest, and the eyes of many students followed her.

Before noon, huge notices were posted all over the school, not only on the bulletin board of the college, but also in the corridors and classrooms.

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order
Any student found in possession of The Quibbler was immediately expelled.The above regulations comply with the "No.20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Senior Inquisitor Dolores Jane Umbridge
"Is she going to expel me?" Hera pointed to the announcement on the notice, and said to Professor McGonagall beside her, "I'm afraid she doesn't have this right yet. When did Hogwarts prohibit freedom of speech?"

"But I don't think this is a bad thing." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said, "I have to admit that if Dumbledore hadn't emphasized the prohibition of entering the Forbidden Forest at the annual school opening dinner, I'm afraid Weasley would have given up that ridiculous idea long ago."

"Huh?" Hera didn't understand what she meant for a moment, and Professor McGonagall didn't give him time to think, so she left quickly with a smile.

Looking at the back of Professor McGonagall, Hera thought for a while and left with a smile.

The best way to ensure that everyone at Hogwarts reads the Harry interview is to ban it.This will have no effect, it will only be counterproductive.

It seems that Umbridge has completely lost his mind, otherwise he would not have made such an excessive request.

Professor McGonagall was right, or quite right.By the end of the day, while Hera hadn't seen a single corner of The Quibbler at school, it seemed the whole school was quoting from that interview.

Hera heard the students whispering while queuing outside the classroom, talking at lunch, and discussing in the back of the room during class--of course, this was reprimanded by Hera, not because they talked about what Umbridge forbade, but because they didn't pay attention to the lecture.

"I think the kids are doing really well, although I don't know how they invited Rita Skeeter as the lead writer." Professor Flitwick whispered to Hera during class, and the students in the front row who heard one or two key words immediately understood what Flitwick was worth.

Ha, it turns out the professor believed in Harry Potter and Dumbledore too!

"Okay, Potter, can you pass me a teapot?" Flitwick said to Harry below, and at the same time gave Hera a wink so that he could take a good look.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then took a teapot from the shelf next to the wall of the classroom and placed it on the podium in front of Professor Flitwick.

"Very good, very good, twenty points for Gryffindor." Flitwick said happily, which shocked the jaws of the students in the classroom, and Hera was no exception. He knew that Harry's actions would make the professors happy, but he didn't expect that Professor Flitwick would not hide it at all.

In fact, at the end of the day, not only Professor Flitwick, but also Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall and others all gave Harry extra points, which made Gryffindor directly surpass Slytherin today, becoming the house with the highest score in the point hourglass.

But today is not all good news, maybe there is not so good news - Trelawney sobbed hysterically in class.

She is also a poor fellow, tortured enough by Umbridge, who threatened to kick her out of Hogwarts, in fact, she has been kept for inspection, if it is not that she can't find a fortuneteller who is good enough to replace her, I am afraid that Professor Trelawney has already packed up and left.

Professor Trelawney seemed to pour all her grief into the prophecy, announcing to the astonished students and a disgruntled Umbridge that Harry would not die early, but was destined to live long, be Minister of Magic, and have twelve children.

This is definitely surprising, because Professor Trelawney predicts Harry's death almost every year, but this year's prediction really surprised everyone.

In fact, Harry's actions were beyond everyone's expectations. Even though no one was discussing this matter publicly, the whole Hogwarts became much more lively - they were not as worried as their parents were, just because Hogwarts had Dumbledore.

The mysterious man was most afraid of Dumbledore, he would never dare.

This is the consensus of all.

But that didn't mean Harry was in a better mood either - until bedtime, he was in a good mood.However, he started having nightmares again.
He was standing in a dark room with curtains and only a single candle.His hands were clutching the back of the chair, his fingers were long and pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for many years, on the dark velvet back of the chair, like a big pale spider.

In front of the chair, in the dim candle light, there was a man in a black robe kneeling.

"Looks like I've been fooled." Harry's voice was sharp and cold, and angry.

"Master, please forgive me..." the man on the ground said hoarsely.The back of his head flickered in the candlelight, and he seemed to be shaking.

"I don't blame you, Rookwood," said Harry in that grim voice.

He let go of the back of the chair, approached the shivering man, and stood in front of him in the darkness, looking down at him from a much higher angle than usual.

"Are you safe, Rookwood?" Harry asked.

"Reliable, master, reliable... I—I have worked in the department after all..."

"Avery said to me that Bird might take it away."

"Bald will never take it, master...Bald should know he can't... which is no doubt the reason why he tried so hard to resist Malfoy's Imperius Curse..."

"Stand up, Rookwood," said Harry softly.

The kneeling man hastily obeyed and nearly fell over.Standing up, still slightly arched, as though half-bowed, he glanced fearfully at Harry's face.

"Your report was very good," said Harry, "very well...it seems I wasted months...but that's all right...we're starting again. Voldemort thank you, Rookwood..."

"Master. Yes, master." Rookwood said hoarsely with a sigh of relief.

"I still need your help, I need all the information you can provide."

"Of course, master, of course. You're welcome."

"Fine...you can go. Call Avery."

Rookwood bowed and stepped back quickly, and retreated through a door.

Left alone in the dark room, Harry turned to face the wall. A cracked and stained mirror hung in the shadows. Harry walked over. His appearance gradually grew larger and clearer in the darkness... A face whiter than a skull... Red eyes with two slits in the pupil...

"Do not--!"

There was no doubt that Voldemort had spotted Harry, and he seemed to be in a completely different situation than Harry, Voldemort never noticed that Harry was possessing him, although he always found out afterwards - but no doubt it bothered him a lot, and he had to make sure Harry didn't overhear any vital secret lest Harry tell Dumbledore.

But it seemed that he didn't have any good solutions. After all, Voldemort himself was a master of Legilimency and Occlumency, but he couldn't do anything about this situation, and even let Harry possess him again and again.

Of course, maybe Voldemort also possessed Harry, but Harry didn't notice it at all.

Dumbledore's original decision was correct, and linking Harry and Voldemort would definitely do more harm than good.But since they couldn't be disconnected, they had to give it a try. Harry was going to die anyway, and he deserved to die for something worthwhile—such as uniting the powerful forces in the magical world to resist Voldemort.

Of course, Harry didn't know all this. He was rolling around on the bed in fright, and almost fell off the bed.For a few seconds, he couldn't quite figure out whether he was in Voldemort's dark room or the dormitory above Gryffindor Tower, and he believed that the pale, skeletal face would still appear in the darkness.

Fortunately, Ron's voice sounded beside him.

"Can't you move around like a lunatic? I'll get you out!"

Ron pulled back the curtains of the bed, and Harry lay on his back, staring at Ron in the moonlight, his scar burning.Ron seemed to be getting ready for bed, one sleeve of his robes had come off.

(End of this chapter)