Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 382 Headmaster Hera Lestrange

"Very good, then," Fuji said. Now he is happy and glowing. "Re -written your record, Hailig, immediately give the copy to the" Prophecy Daily ". If you send a fast owl, we can still catch up with the version of this morning!" Hailigs hesitated to walk out of the house and gently turned the door. The Ministry, where you will be officially prosecuted, and then send you to Azkaban to wait for the trial! "

"Ah," said Dumbledore softly, "yes. However, I think we may have encountered a small difficulty."

"Difficult?" said Fudge, his voice still quivering with joy. "I don't see any difficulty in it, Dumbledore!"

"But," said Dumbledore apologetically, "I'm afraid I saw it."

"Oh, really?"

"Well—you seem to have a delusion that I'm going to—how do you say that?—to hang around. I'm afraid I don't, Connery, I don't want to be sent to Azkaban at all. Of course, I can get out—but what a waste of time, and frankly, I think I have a lot of things that I would rather do."

Umbridge's face was getting redder and redder, and she looked as if she had been flooded with boiling water.Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a silly expression on his face, as if he had been suddenly beaten up, and couldn't believe that such a thing had happened.

Hera held his wand tightly, and he believed that Professor McGonagall on the other side must be the same-as long as Dumbledore gave an order, they would immediately subdue Fudge, regardless of who he was as the Minister of Magic.

Fudge made a soft choking sound, turned his head to look at Kingsley, Kingsley nodded firmly towards Fudge, walked a few steps away from the wall, and put one hand casually into his pocket.

There is no doubt that it is impossible for Kingsley to help Fudge against Dumbledore. After all, he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. No matter how he looks at it, he will not fall to Fudge at this moment.

However, Kingsley's identity obviously cannot be revealed at this moment.

"Don't be a fool, Kingsley," said Dumbledore kindly. "I'm sure you're an excellent Auror - I remember your NEWTs seeming to be 'Distinction' - but if you want to - oh - arrest me violently, I'll have to deal with you."

Kingsley blinked, then looked at Fudge again, looking as if he wanted instructions on what to do next.

"So," Fudge sneered, returning to normalcy, "you're going to fight Shacklebolt, Dolores, and me alone, aren't you, Dumbledore?"

"My God, of course not," said Dumbledore, laughing, "unless you're stupid enough to make me do it."

Hera and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and said in unison: "He's not the only one." This startled Fudge, his eyes turned back and forth on Dumbledore, Hera and Professor McGonagall, as if measuring the combat power of the two sides, he took a step back slightly, not so confident.

"Oh, he's the only one, Minerva, Hera." Dumbledore said with eyes, "Hogwarts still needs you!"

"Enough nonsense!" said Fudge, drawing his wand. "Shacklebolt, Dolores! Grab him!"

Hera was about to pull out her wand, even if Dumbledore would not let them interfere, but how could that be possible?
However, a silver flash swirled in the room, and with a loud bang like the sound of a cannon, the floor shook.Hera was only concerned with pinning Harry to the ground—he was a vital part of Dumbledore's plan, and Harry had to live, not die in the aftermath of the battle!

Soon, a second silver flash exploded, several portraits shouted, Fox screamed, and dust filled the air.Coughing in the dust, Hera saw a vague figure thumping to the ground in front of her; there was a scream, followed by a thud, and someone shouted, "No!" Then there was the sound of glass shattering, the sound of shuffling, and a groan. Then there was a silence.

Hera rolled over and saw the tall figure of Dumbledore walking towards them.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's all right," said Hera, pulling Professor McGonagall and Harry up as he stood up.

The dust was gradually dissipating, and the incomplete office loomed: Dumbledore's desk was turned upside down, the long and thin desk was knocked over to the floor, and the silverware on the desk was also broken.Fudge, Umbridge, and Kingsley lay motionless on the floor.Fawkes the phoenix flew in a wide circle above their heads, singing softly.

"It's a pity I had to enchant Kingsley, otherwise it would look too suspicious," whispered Dumbledore. "Tell him not to mind that, will you, Hera?"

"Well, they'll all wake up soon, and it's best not to let them know we have time to talk - you've got to act like the time hasn't changed, like they've just been knocked to the ground, they won't remember -"

"Where are you going, Dumbledore?" Hera whispered, and Professor McGonagall also looked at him, obviously he had the same question.

"Take care of Hogwarts, Hera." Dumbledore said with a resolute smile, "I won't run away and hide, and it won't take long for Fudge to feel that it would be nice if he didn't drive me away from Hogwarts, I can assure you."

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry began, remorsefully, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"Listen, Harry," he said eagerly, "you must do what Hera and the other professors tell you, and this has nothing to do with you."

Soon, Dumbledore cast his gaze on Hera, and he nodded heavily towards Hera, very dignified.

Hera understood what he meant, and nodded emphatically, "I will do that."

"Then I'm relieved." Dumbledore whispered.

Fawkes circled the office with a punch, then flew low over Dumbledore, who held up a hand and tightly grasped the phoenix's long golden tail.With a flash of flame, the two of them disappeared.

"Where is he?" cried Fudge, struggling to get up from the floor. "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Kingsley said loudly and jumped up.

"No, he can't Apparate!" cried Umbridge. "You can't do that at school—"

"Stairs!" Kingsley yelled, and he flung the door open and disappeared, with Umbridge on his heels.Fudge hesitated, then moved slowly, dusting his chest.There was an uncomfortable silence for a while.

"Hmph, Lestrange," said Fudge viciously, smoothing out a torn shirt sleeve, "I think Dumbledore is screwed this time."

"Do you think so?" Professor McGonagall said contemptuously before Hera could answer.

Fudge didn't seem to care about their reaction, looking around at the damaged office.Several portraits hissed disapprovingly at him; one or two even made rude gestures.

"You'd better take them both to bed," said Fudge, looking back at Professor McGonagall, and nodding dismissively at Harry and Marietta.

Hera and Professor McGonagall said nothing, and led Harry and Marietta towards the door.Harry heard Phineas' voice as the door closed behind them.

"You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many issues. But you can't deny that he has a lot of personality."

After leaving the principal's office, Hera and Professor McGonagall were silent for a while, until they sent the children back to the college one by one, and when they were about to separate on the fourth floor, Hera finally spoke.

"Minerva, why don't you come to my office and have a chat. You know, the fireplace in the office is blocked."

"I think this could not be better, I still have some doubts." Professor McGonagall nodded and followed Hera towards his office.

After Hera locked the door tightly, Professor McGonagall asked impatiently: "What's going on, I only know that Fudge rushed into Hogwarts with Aurors."

"I'm afraid this is where Dumbledore's wisdom is. He already knew all this." Hera said with a sigh, "He gave me the position of headmaster before Fudge and the others came."

Professor McGonagall took a small step back, covering her mouth in disbelief.

Hera smiled wryly, "It's hard to accept, after all, there are so many more suitable people than me in the castle."

Professor McGonagall was silent. She put down her hand covering her mouth, calmed down, and looked into Hera's eyes. "I don't think Dumbledore can make a mistake. He thinks you are a more suitable person."

"Maybe he was wrong." Hera shrugged with a wry smile. He felt that Dumbledore must be confused, at least in this matter.

"Maybe it's just that we still can't understand his thoughts." Professor McGonagall patted Hera on the shoulder, "This is not an easy task, you must be prepared."

"But no one has ever told me how to be a good headmaster." Hera said helplessly, he never thought that he would become the headmaster of Hogwarts - replacing Dumbledore before was not counted.

"I believe in Dumbledore's judgment, you will make a good headmaster." Professor McGonagall said softly, but this did not give Hera any confidence.

This simply made Hera even more embarrassed. He was afraid that what he did would disappoint Professor McGonagall.

"I think it's enough for you to be like before. Umbridge won't do anything to you." Professor McGonagall's tone was a little heavy, and she sighed heavily. "I'm afraid we can't do anything. Once Dumbledore leaves, Umbridge is like the uncrowned king. We have no way to oppose her."

"I'm afraid so," said Hera.

The two fell silent, and Professor McGonagall quietly left, she knew he needed some time to accept all this.

Hera sat on the chair and took out the wand that Dumbledore gave him from his pocket, "Say, is this all planned by Dumbledore? Give you to me, Hogwarts to me, what else will he give me?"

Hera sneered, "He won't let me take his place after he dies, will he?"

Having said that, Hera shook her head, how could he take Dumbledore's place.

No one can replace Dumbledore.

nobody!
"Can I do this well?" Hera mused in her chair, spending the whole night.It wasn't until the first ray of morning light came in through the window that he realized that a full night had passed.

Shaking the cloak on his body, Hera stood up from the armchair, moved some stiff limbs, and walked slowly towards the door. He wanted to go to the auditorium to see if the students would panic when they found out what Dumbledore looked like after he left Hogwarts.

He wished they could calm down, that they could be confident that Dumbledore would be back.

Order of the Ministry of Magic
Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) succeeds Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.The above regulations comply with the No. 20 No. [-] Education Order.

Signed: Connelly Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic

This notice was posted all over the school. Hera saw it no less than ten times from the fourth floor to the auditorium. It seemed that this ugly notice was posted on every corner, wall, and even where there was a torch.

"It's not like that." Hera said disgustedly, and he tore off all the notices he saw.

When Umbridge arrived at the Great Hall at breakfast, he saw Hera sitting in the same seat as Dumbledore used to - which she thought was supposed to be hers.

"Lestrange, what are you mad about? How can you sit here?"

Hera slapped the table violently, knocking all the stacked notices to the ground.

"Who allowed you to be the headmaster of Hogwarts?" Hera yelled angrily, which attracted the attention of many students, in fact, they were all focused on Umbridge.

Umbridge picked up the notice from the ground tartly, pointed to Fudge's signature on it and said, "Did you see it? It's signed by the Minister of Magic, and it complies with Education Order No. 20 Eight."

"But Dumbledore wasn't the headmaster of Hogwarts earlier, your Ministry of Magic order is a complete joke." Hera's mouth curled up. He knew why Dumbledore was so anxious to make him the headmaster, in order to prevent Hogwarts from completely falling into the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

Then he has to do well, whether it's for Dumbledore or for Voldemort.

He believed that Voldemort would definitely put pressure on the Ministry of Magic through his followers, and he didn't believe that the Ministry of Magic could fight against the black and white devil at the same time! ! !
"Why didn't I get any news about this matter?" Umbridge asked suspiciously, his tone was no longer that delicate and disgusting, but another kind of anger.

"That can only prove that your news is behind."

(End of this chapter)