Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 384 Sealed memory flag
Hera didn't have to wait too long. Almost two quarters of an hour later, Snape arrived at the headmaster's office. He looked like he had just left the Potions classroom, and he still had the smell of potions on him. Unfortunately, Hera couldn't appreciate such a smell.

"What's going on, Hera?" Snape cautiously cast a powerful spell on the office door to prevent anyone from breaking in suddenly, which was something that had never happened before - Dumbledore's power made him not have to worry about someone eavesdropping outside the door.

Hera rubbed her temples, tapped the stone basin on the table lightly with her wand, "You must know this, right?"

"The Pensieve, obviously I'm all too familiar with it." Snape's thin lips moved up and down, as if he was dissatisfied with Hera's state.

"I think you'd better keep some of your own memory in it." Hera said hoarsely, "This is not a threat, you understand what I mean, the war has already begun, and we don't know who will be persecuted next."

"I understand." Snape nodded, but did not move, his hands still in the pockets of his robes, "but I don't think it is wise, once it falls into the hands of the Dark Lord, it will be a fatal blow."

"I know, so it's up to you," Hera said, inserting the tip of the staff into his hair, near the temple, to add a new strand of thought to the basin.

"Want to go in and have a look? How did Dumbledore explain it?" Hera asked without raising her head, turning the Pensieve.

Snape nodded stiffly.

Hera raised her head, smiled at Snape, and plunged into the Pensieve, the world spun, and the scene changed. Snape followed Hera into the memory of the Pensieve.

After a while, the memory is over.

"So, the Dark Lord wanted you to be Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Dumbledore made you Headmaster just at this point in time, so he thought it was all bad." Snape found a chair and sat down, his long fingers crossed.

Hera nodded, "I'm afraid so."

Snape was not in a hurry to speak, he sighed, "I don't think this is a bad thing, you have accomplished the Dark Lord's task brilliantly."

Hera looked up at him, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

"I know what you're worried about," Snape said softly, "but I don't think it's a bad thing." After finishing speaking, he took a deep look at Hera and sighed softly.

Hera knew what Snape meant, and this was completely reasonable. Even if Voldemort asked, Hera had enough reasons to explain how all this happened.It was almost impossible for Voldemort to blame him, but it also meant that Hera's situation was even more dangerous.

Voldemort will make good use of Hera's identity. It is difficult to guarantee that Hera will not do some very dangerous things, such as leading Hogwarts to fight the Ministry of Magic, or let Hera open the gate of Hogwarts and lure the Death Eaters into Hogwarts.

This may already be regarded as a relatively small risk factor.

God knows what Voldemort would have asked Hera to do?

Moreover, not only Voldemort, but also Dumbledore.What would he ask Hera to do?

Snape didn't have much affection for Dumbledore. Although he didn't deny that Dumbledore was a great wizard, and he respected Dumbledore very much, he just couldn't like Dumbledore.

After a while, Snape's whispering voice sounded in the silent headmaster's office: "Is there anything else?"

Hera shook her head bitterly, and asked again: "Are you sure you don't want to keep a memory?"

Snape was silent. He lowered his head and thought for a long time, cautiously as if thinking about how to fight Voldemort.Finally, he made a move, he slowly raised his arm, at his fingertips, was a slender wand, he put the tip of the wand to his temple, pulled out a silvery thought, and added it to the Pensieve.

The thoughts in the basin spun rapidly, and Hera couldn't see anything clearly, only a blur of silvery white.

"I will seal up the Pensieve when everyone has finished storing their memories. No matter who is still alive after the war, they will make it public." Hera watched all this quietly, and said softly until Snape finished all this and sat back on the chair.

Snape pulled an ugly smile, "You'll live, and your Miss Clearwater."

"You will too." Hera raised her head slightly, turned her head to look at the sun outside the window, and said softly.

Snape's eyes dimmed a bit, as if thinking of something unhappy, he sighed silently, shook his head insignificantly, then stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and left the principal's office lightly.

Hera looked at Snape's back with a very complicated expression. In the memory just now, he deliberately concealed the content of overhearing the chat between Snape and Dumbledore, and only kept the content of what Dumbledore explained to him.

"What does that always mean?" Hera murmured, he knew the answer was in the Pensieve, but he respected Snape, he would not go in and look, if all of them were still alive after the war, if Snape was willing to speak out, he would be happy to listen.

As long as they are alive.

They all tacitly didn't mention what happened in the basement classroom just now, and they all tacitly understood in their hearts what the picture in that scene was, so there was no need to waste their tongues.

This happened several times again, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout. Almost every professor from Hogwarts came, except Hagrid
Because his wand was broken, Hera was really worried that his red umbrella would directly poke a big hole in Hagrid's head, so after he discussed with Hagrid, Hagrid decided to use a more simple method - write on paper and bury it in his vegetable patch.

It didn't have any marks or symbols, and if you want to find it again - you can only turn over the entire vegetable field, which seems relatively safe. Hera also specially cast an anti-flying curse on it to prevent someone from accidentally changing it out.

And in the past two days, Hera also got a piece of news—he didn't know if it was good news—that Harry no longer took Occlumency, and although Snape was unwilling to say why, neither he nor Harry really wanted to continue this course.

This may be what Dumbledore wanted, and there is no doubt that Harry is stepping into Dumbledore's plan step by step.

Sitting on the throne-like armchair, Hera rubbed the armrest and looked at the red sunset over the Forbidden Forest, lost in thought.

"But why aren't you taking Occlumency classes anymore?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"I told you," Harry murmured, "Snape thinks I have a foundation now, and I can go on with it myself."

"So you don't have those weird dreams anymore?" said Hermione suspiciously.

"Probably," said Harry, not looking at her.This is clearly a lie.

"No, I don't think Snape should stop taking Occlumency unless you're absolutely sure you can control those dreams yourself!" said Hermione indignantly. "Harry, I think you should go to Snape, to Hera, please—"

"No," said Harry firmly, "don't talk about it, Hermione, will you?"

This day was the first day of the Easter holiday, and Hermione made a dense review schedule for the three of them, and it was even accurate enough to read a few pages a day.Harry and Ron let her do it too, which was much easier than arguing with her.

Although Hera didn't think it was necessary, what good was a Hogwarts diploma after Voldemort was back?Was it to find a good job in Voldemort's camp?

They don't look at this, they only care about blood, blood or blood, they are loyal blood worshipers, they believe that only noble purebloods are eligible to enjoy the mysteries of magic, as for people of mixed blood and Muggle origin, they are not worthy of using magic.

It was only six weeks before the end of this semester, and Hera had not waited for Voldemort's instructions, as if he had completely forgotten about Hera.Of course, it's also possible that Dumbledore took so much of the attention away that Voldemort didn't have time for Hera at all.

Hera has been working hard to find the whereabouts of the "Slytherin's Horcrux" in Dumbledore's mouth. He even went to the secret room for this, but there is nothing related to Slytherin except for the broken Slytherin statue. There is no secret room, no relics, and no clues.Even when Hera went to ask Ms. Gray again, she didn't answer any of Hera's questions, she just glanced at it from a distance, and then gently floated away through the wall.

As long as Hera tried to block Ms. Gray, the bloody Barrow and his little follower, Peeves, would pass through the wall next to him and say to Hera bluntly, "Ms. Gray doesn't want to talk to Mr. Principal right now."

Hera couldn't do anything about it, after all, she was just a ghost, and he couldn't do anything to her.Hera finally realized Dumbledore's helplessness.

He tried shouting at Ms Gray from a distance: "I see."

But Ms. Gray just looked at him deeply, then shook her head slightly, and left again.

The Easter holidays were coming to an end soon, the breezy days were getting colder, the weather was getting clearer and warmer every day, but it was getting harder and harder for Hera and the other professors, and Hogwarts was now almost completely under Umbridge's control, and she was right - she was the king of Hogwarts, the uncrowned king, the new headmaster.

The most annoying thing about this was precisely that Hera couldn't do anything about it.

Umbridge used the power of the Ministry of Magic to monitor the communication network of Hogwarts, inspected every student who came there in Hogsmeade, and in the castle, as well as his investigation team—this was all in line with the education order of the Ministry of Magic. Hera had no way to intervene in the Ministry of Magic. Even after Dumbledore left, he could not see Fudge, let alone argue with him.

The owl outside the window flapped its wings, and Hera opened the window with a wave, letting it fall on the table.A box wrapped in brown paper fell from its lap, and Hera picked it up gently.The box had obviously been opened and then re-wrapped carelessly, with a note scrawled in red ink across it, which read: Cleared by Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor.

Hera was used to such things, but he obviously had no better way, he could only ensure that he used a safer way of communication - but he would use Apparition for important news, which was one of the headmaster's privileges, and other professors were also happy to run to the headmaster's office, who made it so easy to run into that toad Umbridge in other parts of the castle?
Harry's condition is obviously not that good, but in general it is still in line with Dumbledore's plan for him. His dark circles are getting worse, and he is obviously attacked by nightmares.Hera could only sympathize with this.

As for the other person, Hera had to worry a lot.Hagrid's injuries became more and more serious. Not only did he have bruises on his face, but he was also limping when he walked, as if he had been beaten by someone.But Hagrid was desperately unwilling to say what had happened to him.

Today was the day for Harry's career counseling and guidance, and he made an appointment with Professor McGonagall.Professor McGonagall specially invited Hera to come with him, because Harry has been avoiding Hera recently, and Hera can almost only see him in the auditorium.He desperately wanted to know the tension in Harry, not just that his nightmare had gotten worse - the content of the nightmare was important too.

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Harry breathlessly as he closed the door, "I forgot."

"It's all right, Potter," said Professor McGonagall briskly, and Harry noticed Hera was next to her.But someone sniffed in the corner.Harry looked over his shoulder.

Umbridge sat there with a clipboard on his lap, a fancy round ruffle around his neck, and a sort of nasty smug grin on his face.

In fact, when Hera saw Umbridge for the first time, she wanted to turn around and leave, but out of concern for Harry's recent situation, he had to sit down. He had to ensure that everything went according to Dumbledore's plan, otherwise wouldn't all of his doings be meaningless?

"Sit down, Potter," said Hera curtly, taking over from Professor McGonagall with trembling hands as she pushed away the scattered booklets on her desk.

Harry sat down with his back to Umbridge, trying not to hear the rustle of her quill on the clipboard, and Hera tried just as hard.

Strange to say, Hera could clearly feel that Harry's attitude towards him was a little different, as if...as if seeing someone who was particularly frightened.

"Well, Potter, this talk is to discuss in detail any ideas you may have about your future career, so as to help you decide what subjects to study after entering the sixth and seventh years." Hera folded her hands and said earnestly, "Have you ever thought about what you will do after leaving Hogwarts?"

(End of this chapter)