Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 389 A new puppet

"Sorry, Minerva, I'm afraid I have to go first." Hera and Professor McGonagall apologized in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall waved his hand indifferently, "Let's go, let's go, this is a game with no experience, whether it's for the players or the audience." She looked extremely lonely, and her biggest hobby was seeing Gryffindors scoring goals on the court.

But this is too difficult.

Hera walked to the grass below. He tried his best not to attract the attention of other students, but he couldn't help but someone's attention was always on him.

Umbridge always observes Hera's actions, as a thorn in her side, it is always difficult to ignore Hera's existence.

Harry and Hagrid strode across the grass, looking around almost every second step they took.When they came to Hagrid's hut, Hera was sure that Hermione had spotted him, because she looked in Hera's direction for a while, and she didn't look away until Hagrid opened the door of the hut.

Hagrid took a towel from inside, wiped the blood on his face, and came out quickly.He went straight to the shade at the edge of the forest, where he picked up a crossbow leaning against a tree.

Hera pursed her lips. He didn't know what Hagrid was going to do with Harry and the others in the Forbidden Forest - he had brought his crossbow, so it was impossible to drink tea in the hut, right?

Tread.

"Huh?" Hera followed the sound and looked, in a lush green forest, a touch of pink was particularly conspicuous - his attention was all on Hagrid before, and he didn't notice what was behind him.

Probably because she knew that she had been discovered, or maybe because she wanted to see what Hagrid was going to do, Umbridge came out from behind the pine tree. She smiled and said sweetly, "Lestrange, I was very surprised to find that you left the Quidditch field in the middle of the match. Do you think that match was not exciting enough?"

"Umbridge." Hera flashed out from behind the trees. He slowly put his hands in his pockets and secretly gripped his wand tightly. He could feel the wand burning hot—it was eager to fight, and it must have been looking forward to this day for a long time.

"That's right, Lestrange," Umbridge said triumphantly. "I seem to have discovered some secret, a little secret between the half-blood giant and Potter. I think the Minister will be happy to see it in the report."

"I'm afraid Mr. Minister will be disappointed." Hera shook her head slightly, "You overlooked one thing, Dolores." Hera had a sympathetic expression on her face, "You were negligent."

"What?" Umbridge asked suspiciously, her brow furrowed slightly.It made her even more of a toad.

"I'm afraid Minister Fudge will lose his loyal assistant minister forever." Hera sighed, and walked slowly towards Umbridge, approaching her body step by step. "Haven't you ever wondered why I didn't use the Disillusionment Charm? You should know, it's definitely not difficult for me."

At this time, Umbridge also realized the seriousness of the problem, and she overlooked a very important thing: Lestrange is not a good man or woman, they are notoriously lunatics!

And Hera deliberately seduced her out
She had no time to think about it, there was only one word in her head——

Danger!

Right now she doesn't have those faithful 'followers', let alone Fudge to back her up.

"Lestrange, I'm Hogwarts. Senior Inquisitor. You can't do this. It's illegal." Umbridge's face turned pale, and she fell to the ground as soon as her legs gave way, with barbed thorns hooking her pink skirt, but she couldn't care less about it.

Hera had a strange and brilliant smile on her face, "There are only two of us here, right? Right now, everyone is watching the 'wonderful' Quidditch match, and it's just us."

"This is illegal Lestrange, you're going to be in Azkaban!" Umbridge screamed, how she wished someone would help her, but it was too unrealistic.

"You really don't look like a witch, Dolores." Hera shook her head and said, carefully observing the surroundings to ensure that no one could see what was going on here. "I don't know what kind of madness Fudge is going to let you come to teach at Hogwarts."

Obviously, it is unnecessary to spend more time with Umbridge, because she will soon forget all this and forget all the unpleasant things.
"Forget everything!" Hera's wand tip released a green light, and it hit Umbridge precisely. She didn't even have any resistance at all, and was hit by Hera's Forgetting Curse straight away.

(The green light is based on the color of the Oblivion Curse used by Lockhart in "The Chamber of Secrets". If there is an error, it will be modified.)
Umbridge's whole body seemed to be hit by an invisible impact, and his whole body flew backwards for several meters, and finally fell powerlessly on the grass.

"It doesn't look like you are born with hands!" Hera rubbed her wand against the robe, which caused sparks to burst out from the tip of the wand. "Overall, it's been very successful."

Hera walked briskly forward to be beside Umbridge, and pulled her head roughly up by her hair.

"It seems to be a bit too strong." Hera watched Umbridge roll his eyes, completely lost his mind, and felt a little sorry—how could this be possible!

"But generally speaking, it's not bad." Hera looked at Umbridge, raised her wand, and said "forget it all" to her head again!
He had completely emptied Umbridge's memory of the last few years, and the extra Oblivion Curse was just to be on the safe side.After all, there is already a lesson learned from Richfar Heilig, and it is difficult for Hera to guarantee that her memory will not be modified by the Ministry of Magic—even though Mr. Heilig's memory is lost just like that.

But Umbridge was Fudge's favorite after all, and he had to ensure that the Ministry of Magic would not find out what he had done.

"Then next" After the fourth Oblivion Curse, Hera was finally ready to make his final move, which was not difficult for him, but he had to make sure that no one saw what he was doing.So, he looked around again carefully to make sure that Hagrid and the others hadn't returned, and then pressed his wand tightly against Umbridge's temple, and said in a deep voice, "The soul is out of the body!"

It didn't take too long to finish all this. Hera controlled Umbridge back to the Quidditch field. He was not worried that someone would find out the anomaly, because Umbridge didn't have any friends in the castle, and no one was willing to approach her.

Hera turned around and walked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and quietly cast a phantasmagoria spell on herself. As long as he was not carefully looked at, his figure would generally not be noticed.

He walked forward along the footprints. Thanks to the weather at the end of May, the air became humid and the soil was soft and easy to leave marks. It didn't take Hera a lot of effort to find Hagrid's footprints on the ground.

The farther you go into the Forbidden Forest, the more luxuriant the weeds on the path, the denser the trees, and the dim light is like dusk, which caused great trouble for Hera—it was difficult for him to distinguish the footprints.

He quickly passed the glade where Hagrid had shown the students thestrals, and soon went further, but Hera wasn't disturbed.He is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, even if this does not give him any special powers, but every intelligent race living in the Forbidden Forest knows that Hera is their new Headmaster, and they must obey the Headmaster's order, which is the condition of their living in the Forbidden Forest.

The further you go, the harder it is.The twigs and bushes hung on Hera's robes and kept them tightly wrapped. Hera had to use a spell to cut the robes, which made his movements much easier.However, Hera's arms and legs were still unavoidably scratched by the thorns.

Now that he was deep in the Forbidden Forest, under the blanket of silence, any sound seemed dangerous.The sound of a twig echoed back, and there was a slight rustling sound when something moved, although it might be a sparrow that did no harm, and it would also make Hera alert.

There are always some brainless alien species in the Forbidden Forest, they don't care whether the headmaster is Dumbledore or Hera, they only care about prey breaking into their territory.

Hera continued to tiptoe forward, and about two quarters of an hour later, he saw a huge, smooth mound of soil, which was four meters high, and looked like the lair of some giant beast.The trees around the mound had all been uprooted, so that it was in a small clearing, and the surrounding piles of trunks and branches acted like fences or barricades, keeping Hera in front of her.

Hera finally saw Hagrid and the others, and they seemed to have been here for a while.

rumble.
It sounded like a pair of huge lungs breathing, and Hera frowned. Is this Hagrid's secret?

What dangerous animal did he bring back to Hogwarts?

Hagrid, Harry, and Hermione were talking, but Hera was too far away to hear them, and only the loud grunting was going on.

Getting a little closer, Hera finally saw clearly, what kind of mound was there, it was slowly rising and falling with deep, grunting breathing, it was obviously a curved back!
"Damn it, it looks extremely dangerous." Hera cursed in a low voice, he understood what happened to Hagrid's face, it must have been done by this terrible guy.

Wasn't he afraid of the monster rushing out of the forest and into the castle?
Hogwarts is now without Dumbledore, it's not as safe as it used to be.

Hagrid and Harry stood on the back of the giant beast, and they were chatting again, and Hera was able to take a closer look at what it was.

It looked like a deformed monster. Hera thought that there was a big mossy rock on the left side of the huge mound, but now he recognized it. It was a human head.It was almost a ball, covered with curly, thick, fern-colored hair.On top of the head, the rim of a large, fleshy ear can be seen, and the head grows directly onto the neck, with little neck in between.

His dirty brown smock seemed to be roughly sewn from animal skins, and his back was very broad.

"Giant!" Hera frowned, he already had the answer in his heart. "And it's a purebred giant. It's probably fifteen feet tall. I'm afraid it's even taller!"

Hagrid picked up a large broken branch from the ground, and poked the tip of it hard in the middle of the giant's back.
Hera knew it was time for him to go, he already knew everything he wanted to know, the best thing he could do next: help Hagrid hide the giant.Lest he be punished again for being a giant.Fudge can break into Hogwarts at will, and for good reasons, and Hera has nothing good to do with Fudge, after all, he is not Dumbledore.

Cheers and shouts could be heard distinctly from a distance as Hera left the Forbidden Forest.

"The game isn't over yet?" Hera was a little surprised. He sensed Umbridge's thoughts a little bit, and learned what happened on the Quidditch pitch—it turned out that the long game had finally come to an end.

Professor McGonagall's ordeal is finally over!

Hera didn't intend to go back to the field to see which house had won. Anyway, it was just a Quidditch match. Neither Ravenclaw nor Gryffindor had a chance to compete for the house cup.

As Hera was walking towards the castle, she happened to see a large group of students walking up the slope of the grass from the field.

"Weasley is our king,
Well done Weasley,

Not a single ball was put in the goal."

Right now, the 'King Weasley' used to ridicule Ron has become a song of praise in Gryffindor's mouth. The singing became louder and louder, and they all walked towards the castle.

Ron held the Quidditch trophy in his hand, above the crowd - they lifted him up, looking ecstatic.

Hera saw Professor McGonagall at the end of the line and hurried to catch up with her.

"Hera, you really missed a wonderful game!" Professor McGonagall waved his fists, looking very excited. "As I said earlier, Weasley's skills are very good."

"Is that so?" Hera asked suspiciously, "Minerva, I don't remember you saying—"

"Ahem, we have to admit that Weasley is very talented in Quidditch, just like Harry. Of course, they are different." Professor McGonagall interrupted Hera, his face flushed with excitement, "You missed a good show, and his performance today is too perfect!"

"Oh, okay." Hera shrugged, he didn't think he had missed anything, the victory of the game was clearly not as important as Hagrid's secret.

The students sang and crowded into the foyer, and Hera watched them leave with a smile, ignoring Umbridge who fell alone at the end, as if everything was the same as before, and they were still two incompatible people.

Dolores Jane Umbridge headed straight for her third-floor office, scrambling across the swamp without using her punt at all, leaving her pink dress smeared with mud.

(End of this chapter)