Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 388 The Last Quidditch Match of the Semester
No sooner had Umbridge entered his classroom than the students inside passed out, vomited, had fevers in their eyes, or had nosebleeds spurting from both nostrils.Screaming in exasperation, she tried to track down the origin of these mysterious illnesses, but the students insisted that she had "Umbridge syndrome".After four classes of solitary confinement, unable to uncover their secrets, she had to throw in the towel, allowing bleeding, passed out, and vomiting students to leave her classroom in droves.

But even the students who used skipping candies couldn't compare to Peeves, the master trickster, especially with Hera's permission, he screamed and laughed wildly, flew across the school, overturned the desks in the classroom, rushed out of the blackboard, toppled the statues and vases-basically doing it in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he didn't have the guts to mess up other professors' classes.

However, on the two occasions when he had Mrs. Norris locked in a suit of armor, it was still howling when Filch angrily freed it.Peeves smashed the lanterns, extinguished the candles, and he even unplugged all the taps in the bathroom, soaking the entire third floor - and the swamp in the hallways became even more tingling.

At breakfast, he threw a pack of tarantulas on top of Umbridge's head and let out a loud jeer that everyone tried to cover their mouths to snigger - but it was hard, and a few of them made noises, and Umbridge had a lot of points deducted viciously.

Hera could assure you that there was absolutely no one on the staff who was actively helping Umbridge.In fact, a week after George and Fred left, Hera saw Professor McGonagall walking past Peeves. At that time, Peeves was determined to unscrew a crystal chandelier in the corridor on the third floor. Hera could swear that he heard Professor McGonagall say to the prankster Peeves, "It should be unscrewed the other way."

But it wasn't all such good news, Molly was very angry, because she found out how her two children got so much money, enough to rent a storefront in a place like Diagon Alley, which required piles of Galleons - obviously the Weasleys couldn't afford it.

"I've been suspecting that Mundungus might be convincing them to sell stolen goods, or something bad." Molly was devastated, and she was seriously communicating with Hera over the Floo Network. "God, I can't believe it, how dare those two guys—!"

"I'm afraid your worries are unnecessary." Hera smiled lightly and took a sip of milk tea. "As far as I know, Harry gave them all the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament."

This is what Dumbledore told Hera, and he was very proud when he mentioned it. He thought he taught Harry to develop such a good character of not loving money-although Hera thought that the old man was just trying to take the opportunity to ridicule him.

Molly was taken aback. She was silent for a while, and then she covered her face and said in a crying voice, "How can this be? Harry deserves it. How can they?"

"Don't be too sad," Hera put down the teacup, and said softly, "I don't think Harry is a fool. He obviously didn't give them the Bikin Galleon. Well, maybe you can see this as a kind of cooperation, or investment."

"But they...their tricks." Molly finally put down her hand, but Hera preferred her to cover her face again.

"They're at least doing what they like, you should know," Hera said with a smile, "They're not guys who can sit in an office honestly, they're just like that."

"I know, of course I know, Arthur and I have never counted on them." Molly's voice was a little sad, "But I didn't mean that in Possettus. I just hope that they can be successful and find a safe job. You know the current situation. It's always not good to show up in public."

"Of course I know this." Hera nodded solemnly. "But I'm afraid the Dark Lord won't take action against the merchants in Diagon Alley, unless he wants the wizarding world to completely decline. You understand what I mean, he won't do this. It will make everyone feel insecure, and Diagon Alley will exist in name only."

"I know, but I'm just worried." Molly cried. She and her husband were both firmly Dumbledore factions. Who knew if Voldemort couldn't catch them, would he attack their children?
Right now, Hogwarts seems to be a safe place, although it is full of all kinds of irrationality, but it is always safe.

"Relax, isn't there still Dumbledore?" Hera could only comfort in such a soft voice, "He hasn't gone far, I believe he must be protecting us all somewhere."

"Oh, it's like this, it's like this." Molly wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, "I'm sorry to bother you for so long."

"It's okay, I also like these two children quite a lot. It's hard not to like their personalities." Hera tilted her head and smiled, reminding people of Fred and George, who are always proficient in how to make people laugh.

"You're right, I won't disturb you anymore, Arthur is about to get off work, I have to prepare." Molly smiled, and she waved to Hera.

"If there is any movement, you can find me at any time, then goodbye, ma'am." Hera nodded, swung her robe vigorously, and extinguished the flame in the fireplace.

The sunshine in May was exceptionally soft, and Hera could see the students resting beside the Quidditch field through the window, and they were also enjoying this moment.

Hera desperately hoped that whoever could give him some tasks, whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, it was best for him to drive Umbridge out of Hogwarts, no matter who it was, he promised to do it resolutely.

As for his own hands.
It can only be said that it is not so wise to go to war with the Ministry of Magic.

Harry hadn't looked for Hera, he seemed to be avoiding her all the time, this became very obvious since entering May, when he was eating in the auditorium, he would deliberately avoid Hera's eyes, and avoid any time when he might be alone with hera.

This gave Hera a headache, and he wasn't sure if it was Harry who saw something from Voldemort's memory again - if that was the case, it would be really bad news.

The Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match will take place on the last weekend in May, the finale of the Quidditch season.Although Hufflepuff narrowly beat Slytherin in the last game, Gryffindor didn't expect to win the game-they had lost too many main players, Harry, Fred and George, and they even had to use Ron, a terrible goalkeeper-of course, no one had ever said that to him.But he seemed to have a kind of optimism he had never had before.

"I mean, I can't get any worse, can I?" he said solemnly to Harry and Hermione at breakfast the morning of the match, "There's nothing to lose now, right?"

"You know," she added a little later, as Hermione and Harry walked down to the pitch with the ecstatic crowd, "I think Ron might do a better job without Fred and George around, they've never encouraged him much."

"Of course. In fact, I always thought that Ron would be a very strong player if he adjusted his mentality." Hera caught up with them from behind. As the headmaster, he was going to watch the last Quidditch match of the term.

Last time, she gave Harry a 'life ban' punishment.

So, Professor McGonagall asked Hera to come with her - she couldn't watch Gryffindor lose anymore, and she was afraid that she would not be able to help chanting a death curse at Umbridge in the audience.

"Oh, Hera." Harry turned his head with a strange face, and stepped aside unobtrusively.

"Good morning." Hera greeted Harry and rubbed Hermione's head again, "You don't look very optimistic?"

"It's obvious, we seem to be losing again." Hermione puffed up and said with dissatisfaction, "It's all Ms. Toad's fault."

"It's just a game. The Academy Cup is not important now. Is the game still important?" Hera said with a laugh. He didn't deliberately lower his volume, which was the consensus of everyone.

Under Umbridge's 'leadership', Slytherin's score has almost broken the record since the school was founded-already approaching the astonishing 800 points.

"Yes." Hermione nodded, her enthusiasm for Quidditch was not that great.

Harry has been silent and did not speak, which made Hera a little confused. He patted Harry on the shoulder, "What's the matter, Harry? It seems that you are not in a good mood?"

"Nothing, just a little lately."

"Are you having nightmares again?" Hera put her arms around Harry's shoulders and whispered in his ear.

Harry shook his head hastily, "No, no, it's just that I'm a bit insomnia because of what happened recently."

"Well, if you're still having nightmares, you'd better tell me, I'll teach you Occlumency." Hera nodded and gave Harry a big smile. "You know, I'm good at that too."

Harry nodded.

Hera let go of Harry, and took a few steps forward, "Okay, kids, I'm going to find Professor McGonagall first, I have to appease her, God knows why she has to watch the game"

Hera searched for Professor McGonagall in the crowd, and seemed to hear Hermione's voice vaguely, but the crowd was too noisy, and he could only hear a few sporadic words.

"...you should have told him. He could have told Dumbledore that you couldn't let it go."

The corners of Hera's mouth collapsed, well, it seems that Potter knew something, and started to hide it from him.

Perhaps, his identity could not be hidden.

Double-faced undercover is still a bit too difficult, and Hera felt that he had to make a choice.It's just that right now neither side is completely on the bright side, and he couldn't confirm which side is stronger for a while.

"Perhaps what Dumbledore said is right," Hera murmured, "it takes a lot of effort to be right"

"Hey, Hera, what are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall poked Hera's waist, which shocked Hera.

Hera shook her head lightly, "It's nothing, I just thought of Dumbledore."

"Oh, I miss him, too," said Professor McGonagall with a reminiscing expression, "but don't worry, he'll come back and drive that toad away. He will."

"Yeah." Hera nodded with a smile.

They found seats at the top of the stands, and the day couldn't have been better for a clear, cloudless day.The Slytherins were still singing "Weasley is our King" in unison.

"Oh, I should really talk to Snape about this." Professor McGonagall showed a disgusted expression on his face, "How did the students become like this?"

"I'm afraid Severus can't interfere too much, the Ministry of Magic. Their parents. You know." Hera leaned over and whispered in Professor McGonagall's ear.

"Well, who's to say no." Professor McGonagall sighed deeply.

The match started, and Hera and Professor McGonagall stopped talking.

Lee Jordan was still the game commentator, and since Fred and George left, he was downcast.However, Hera would suspect that he was the student who was most likely to stay in Hogwarts after graduation. After all, when he graduated, the professors would find it difficult to find a commentator comparable to Jordan.

As the two teams sprinted onto the court, Jordan called out the names of all the players, but with less enthusiasm than usual.

His voice was flat, without enthusiasm.But he didn't blame him. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was not his problem. In fact, Gryffindor, which had lost most of its main force, had almost no chance of winning against Ravenclaw, which also made the game lose its suspense early.

The game suddenly became dull.

It can even be said that it has become a complete torture, at least for Professor McGonagall.

"I simply don't know why we should sit down in this game." Professor McGonagall said bitterly.

Hera could see Hagrid, for he was pushing his way through a bunch of first and second years.The students all looked angry and looked as if they had been crushed.For some reason, Hagrid bent over deeply, as if worried about being seen.But he was still at least four feet taller than everyone else.It was difficult for Hera not to notice him.

Hagrid squeezed all the way to Harry's side. He whispered something to Harry. Hera couldn't hear clearly, but there was no doubt that Hera decided to go and see what happened. Since Dumbledore left Hogwarts, Hera hadn't paid attention to Hagrid for a while-he really wanted to know what was going on with Hagrid's secret.

Because Hagrid looked up, Hera saw his bleeding nose and both eyes were blue.

(End of this chapter)