Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 379 Slytherin's Horcrux, he is not dead!
"I dare say, you must now feel that it would be nice if you didn't give up Divination, don't you, Hermione?" Hera looked at Hermione rather amusedly in the office. She always thought that Divination was a complete waste of time.Of course, a large part of this is the responsibility of Professor Trelawney, who predicted Harry's death in the first class, which Hermione didn't like very much.

However, Harry and Ron still took the divination class, because it is difficult to get an "O" grade so easily in another subject. They only need to wildly predict that they will encounter misfortune in their usual homework and exams. They know that Trelawney likes to see this.

Of course, Hermione didn't like this very much, so she chose arithmetic divination, which at least seemed logical to her—Muggle-born wizards always find it hard to believe in these metaphysics, and they always think it's unreliable.In fact, Harry and Ron didn't believe it much either, they were just trying to get an "O".

Now it's free time after lunch, and it's been two days since Professor Trelawney was fired.Hera was busy writing the review, which was requested by Dumbledore, but for him, it was worse than asking him to go to Voldemort.Because he had to express in his review how inappropriate he was for Umbridge's disrespectful behavior.

But that was good, at least Hera didn't have to face a team of Aurors.That was enough to gag Umbridge.In the words of Dumbledore: "He has received his due punishment."

Umbridge could only be helpless and furious. When she talked about this matter with Fudge, Fudge vaguely mentioned not to mess with Hera again, and she could only eat the grievances she suffered.

And this morning, Firenze also gave them the first lesson.

"That's not true," Hermione said flatly while leaning on the table while helping Hera write the review, "I've never liked horses."

She dipped her quill in ink and went on, she had written almost a foot and four inches, but it was obviously not enough.

"He's not a horse, he's a horseman." Hera corrected, "You'd better not say such things in front of him, he will use his hoofs to teach you a lesson, which is a huge insult to him."

"You agree he's a horse too, don't you?" said Hermione coldly. "By the way, he has four legs too, and you call those hooves, too."

"That's different," Hera said.

"By the way, I have a feeling that Umbridge's dominance is just beginning." Hermione said sadly, she stopped writing and looked up at Hera.

"It's hard," Hera said, taking a sip of his coffee. "She's as bad as ever."

"You'd better believe me, Dumbledore appointed a new teacher without her advice, and she will take revenge." Hermione closed the newspaper and said, "Besides, this is a second half-human. You saw the look on Firenze's face when Umbridge saw her."

"But she can't beat Dumbledore," Hera said happily.

Hermione left soon. She still had class in the afternoon, and she had already helped Hera finish most of the review. Hera only needed a simple concluding summary to write it down.

Although in Hera's view, this is completely unnecessary, what he wants is to make Umbridge unhappy, he wished that a review could produce more than a dozen fonts, and express all his disdain.

Hermione left for her arithmetic and divination class, and Hera sighed, picked up the quill and continued writing.As he wrote, he thought back to what Dumbledore had said to him that night.

"Hera, I don't have much time. I can only delay the Ministry of Magic for you for a while. You can't be so impulsive in the next step." Dumbledore took off his leather gloves, looked at his scorched palm, and looked at it carefully.

Hera sighed, "Is there still nothing you can do with your hand?"

"I can feel that I'm gradually losing my power. Severus has done a good job, but it's a pity that cursing is not what he is best at." Dumbledore's tone was relaxed and casual, as if it didn't matter to him. "So, I've already pretty much planned."

"Plan?" Hera asked suspiciously, "What plan do you have?"

"About Hogwarts after I'm gone, this is probably the only thing I can't let go of," Dumbledore looked at Hera, who had put his hands on his lap. "It's been almost 1899 years since 97. I thought I could stay at Hogwarts for a full century." Dumbledore chuckled, as if this was what he really cared about.

"So, what are your plans?"

"I want to hand Hogwarts into your hands." Dumbledore stared at Hera firmly, and said every word.

Hera screamed, "Ah!" which made Dumbledore frown.

"You don't seem to like the decision?"

"I think Hogwarts has many more suitable people than me." Hera said honestly that the best candidate would always be Professor McGonagall, and she would be a very good headmaster.Even if it's not her, there are Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, no matter how you look at it, they are more suitable candidates than Hera.

Dumbledore shook his head and said heavily, "If I'm gone, do you think Minerva or Felius can protect Hogwarts students?"

Hera remained silent, he could almost imagine the scene: Voldemort would not allow the Order of the Phoenix to control Hogwarts, and only letting a Death Eater serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts could save the school from the flames of war.

"Isn't there still Severus?" Hera asked.

"He has more important things, and the most important thing is that the students at Hogwarts will not accept him as Headmaster," said Dumbledore heavily. "And, Voldemort doesn't trust Severus that much."

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"You have Voldemort's trust," said Dumbledore slowly.

Hera was puzzled, he couldn't understand why, so he asked, "How is this possible? Severus was a follower of the Dark Lord more than ten years ago."

"You are different." Dumbledore gave Hera a meaningful look, "Your identity is your best protection, and he will not attack you."

Hera felt sad, this was probably his greatest strength, Voldemort's son.

Ha, how ridiculous!
"Hera, what kind of person you become has nothing to do with your identity," Dumbledore stared at Hera with blue eyes, "You remember Regulus, he has the courage to choose his own position, and you can too."

"Hehe," Hera smiled wryly, "Maybe you are right."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, and when the sun set in the distance from the Forbidden Forest, his face was shrouded in darkness, and he said, "Hera, I've been thinking about whether I should tell you something."

"what?"

"Do you remember the basilisk?" Dumbledore didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Of course, Salazar Slytherin's pet." Hera said, of course he was impressed, and he almost died at the hands of the basilisk.

Dumbledore nodded, and said in a very mysterious tone: "The despicable Haierbo bred the first basilisk, and is also the inventor of the Horcrux."

"I know him. Hai Erbo is one of the most powerful and influential dark wizards known in history." Hera once knew Hai Erbo. In the summer of 1994, after he woke up from the school hospital, he had to recuperate his body in the hospital to pass the time—at least find out who bred the basilisk.

"I'm afraid the notes Slytherin got are not just about the breeding method of the basilisk." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

"You mean, Salazar Slytherin made Horcruxes?" Hera asked suspiciously. This is a bit of a fantasy. Salazar Slytherin was a character thousands of years ago. If he is still alive, why is there no rumor about him in the wizarding world?
"I'm afraid so." Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "But I think the passage of time has made him forget his original self."

Hera asked hesitantly: "So, the object of your suspicion is—?"

If Dumbledore dared to say this, he must have some evidence, and he would never joke about it.

But Dumbledore shook his head and didn't answer, but told Hera that he could ask Ms. Gray.

"She is Helena Ravenclaw." That was all Dumbledore said.

Hera's eyes widened, "You mean the daughter of Ms. Gray, Rowena Ravenclaw, the daughter of the founder of Ravenclaw Academy? The daughter of one of the Big Four?"

"Yes, although she was ashamed to mention it, she betrayed her mother." Dumbledore nodded.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask her," Hera said.

"It's great. She always refuses to tell me what happened that year. I respect her, but I hope you can figure it out." Dumbledore said softly.

"I will try my best." Hera nodded. He had talked with Ms. Gray before, even though it was only once, but he never thought that the ordinary-looking ghost, except for being a bit tall, would be the daughter of Ravenclaw.

Hera knew the interview was over, and he was a little thankful that Dumbledore hadn't mentioned his attack on Umbridge at all.He stood up, and Dumbledore stood up too.

"Hera," said Dumbledore when Hera came to the door, "don't forget to write a review, two feet will suffice, about your punishment for being rude today."

"Okay, professor." Hera said with a sobbing face, and turned to leave.

"And—" Hera turned her head, Dumbledore was standing behind the desk, his face was illuminated by the flickering fire, and he looked older than before.He stared at Hera for a moment, then said, "Stand firm."

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"Of course." Hera said relaxedly. He didn't know why Dumbledore was so worried that he would fall to Voldemort, but there was no doubt that his worries were unnecessary. It was impossible for him to get off Dumbledore's thief ship.

Now, Hera has finished the review, and he is ready to "visit" Ms. Gray. In fact, this is not difficult.Because Ms. Gray is in the Ravenclaw tower almost every day.Hera only needs to ask any Ravenclaw student to find out, or he can also ask the bloody Baron. For some reason, Sir Baron respects Hera quite a bit.

Hera chose a convenient way. He went directly to the Ravenclaw Tower and learned from the students where they saw Ms. Gray for the last time - the highest point of the Ravenclaw Tower.

"You came."

Before Hera could speak, Ms. Gray spoke with her back turned to him.

Hera didn't choose to make a sound. He hasn't figured out the situation before him. Maybe Ms. Gray has identified the wrong person.

"I thought you would come earlier, but I was wrong." Ms. Gray turned around, her voice was very soft, as if she could be blown away by the wind.But Hera heard it clearly.

"I'm here, that's enough."

"It's not too late, everything has not reached the point of no return." Ms. Gray continued to speak what Hera couldn't understand.

"What is not too late, what is irreparable?" Hera asked.

Ms. Gray shook her head, "Are you still ignorant now?"

Hera was silent for a while, and he decided to trick Ms. Gray.So, he puffed up his chest and took a big step forward, "Dumbledore has told me everything."

"So, you know." Ms. Gray was slightly surprised, "I thought he wouldn't tell you in such a hurry."

"But he told me, do you have anything else to say? Helena Ravenclaw." Hera continued to walk forward. The wind at night was a bit strong, making his cloak whirr.

"So, now that you know everything, have you made your choice?"

Silence, long silence.

choose?Hera was full of doubts, what choice?

"It seems that you haven't made a decision yet." Helena sighed and glanced at Hera in disappointment.

"I have no idea."

"I know, your little girlfriend, right?"

Silent, Hera continued to be silent, he wanted to extract more news from Ms. Gray.But right now, he had no idea what she was talking about.

"It was a difficult choice," said Ms. Gray, her head bowed, as she floated back from the edge of the observatory, which allowed her to see Hera more clearly.

"This is a difficult decision." Hera repeated slowly, he could only say this, for fear that Helena would see that he didn't know anything.

"What happened back then."

"Oh, Dumbledore didn't tell you, did he?" Ms. Gray chuckled, "That's right, how could he know, this matter was only known to those back then."

"So, tell me, what happened?" Hera asked, repeating.

"Go and explore by yourself, Hera." Helena had already seen through Hera, and she knew that Hera didn't know anything.

"Horcruxes, Slytherin made Horcruxes, right? That's why he left Hogwarts, because the other founders disagreed with it." Hera pursed her lips, but decided to speak out.

"Go and explore for yourself."

Helena floated away, through the floor.

The evening wind was whistling, and the sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with some kind of noise.
Swish. Swish.
(End of this chapter)