Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 397 The First Meeting with the Muggle Prime Minister
Hagrid was walking slowly along the aisle between the seats, weeping silently, tears glistening on his face, holding Dumbledore's body in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.Seeing this scene, a heart-pounding sting came to Hera's throat.For a moment, that strange music, and Dumbledore's body so close to him, seemed to take away all the warmth of that day.

Professor McGonagall in the front row looked very shocked, her face was pale, and big and big tears kept rolling down her legs.

Hagrid carefully placed the body on the table, and he walked back down the aisle, blowing his nose frantically and making a sound like a trumpet. Some people gave him dissatisfied looks, but Hera knew that Dumbledore would not mind.Hagrid's eyes were swollen and slit, and everyone knew how upset he was.

Hagrid went to the back row, and another giant, Gropp, sat there, wearing a jacket and trousers the size of a small tent, his huge, ugly head like a giant pebble hanging down, looking very docile, even understanding.No one asked why he was here, and Dumbledore's death was more than mourned.

Hagrid sat down next to his half-brother, and Gropp patted Hagrid on the head so hard that all four legs of the chair sank into the ground.

The music stopped, and everyone turned their attention to Hera. He cleared his throat lightly, and said, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is a person we respect. He has noble spiritual and academic achievements and a great heart."

Hera spoke intermittently, and many people in the audience took out their handkerchiefs, sobbing softly following Hera's elegy.

The sound of splashing water came from the left, and the mermaids all came out of the water and listened carefully.

Hera kept talking for about 10 minutes, and when it came to his body shaking a little, Penello stepped forward to support him quickly, preventing him from falling headfirst on the table.

Hera sat on the seat with Penelope's support, and the terrifying fact hit him almost instantly, more mercilessly than ever. It was undeniable that Dumbledore was dead, and he was gone. Hera held Penelope's hand tightly, which made her painful, but she didn't say anything, but gently brushed Hera's drooping hair.

Flitwick took over the conversation and continued to speak with heavy elegy. There was movement in the Forbidden Forest, and the centaurs also came to express their condolences.They didn't come out into the clearing, they stood half hidden in the shadows, watching the wizards here, their bows and arrows hanging by their sides, motionless.

Sitting under the scorching sun, Hera clearly saw the members of the Order of the Phoenix sitting on their seats. Sirius sat there awkwardly, swaying from side to side, his stubble was cleaned; Lupine sat next to him, his mustache was completely shaved, and he looked extremely haggard.The Weasleys sat together, their hands clasped tightly, just like Hera and Penello.
Flitwick's elegy was finished, which should have been said by Hera, but he couldn't hold on anymore, so Flitwick took it.Connery Fudge woke up, and although he never expressed how much he mourned Dumbledore's death, the rosy corners of his eyes gave him away.

Suddenly, several people screamed, and dazzling white flames shot up from Dumbledore's body and around the table, and the flames rose higher and higher, covering the body.White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes.For a moment, everyone seemed to see a phoenix flying joyfully into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and there appeared a marble tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which it was placed.

Countless arrows shot into the air like a shower, causing a few hoots, but they fell far away from the crowd.It was the centaurs mourning, they turned around and disappeared into the shady bushes, and the murlocs also slowly sank to the bottom of the green water, never to be seen again.

Hera's face was pale, and there were two lines of bright tears on her face. Penello, who was beside him, couldn't cry anymore, and she curled up in Hera's arms.

"Let's get out of here, it's over. The funeral is over." Hera stroked Penello's hair and said softly, "Let's go for a walk, just walk."

"Okay." Penello looked up. She had wiped away her tears with Hera's robe, but her eyes were still red.

Hera stood up, and Penello supported each other to leave the funeral. No one asked him to stay here. Almost everyone stood up. They couldn't stay here anymore, which would make them cry to death here.

"Hera!"

No sooner had they turned than Connelly Fudge stopped them.

"I've always wanted to talk to you about me walking with you. You don't object, do you?"

"Okay." Hera said lightly, raised her foot and walked forward.

"It's a terrible tragedy," said Fudge softly. "I was shocked beyond description. Dumbledore was a very great wizard. We have our differences, as you know, but no one understands better than I do—"

"So, what do you want to say?" Hera asked bluntly, he didn't want to say those silly things to Fudge.

Fudge seemed annoyed, but he quickly adjusted his facial expression to one of sadness and understanding, as before.

"Yeah, you must have been in a lot of pain," he said. "I know you were very close to Dumbledore, or he wouldn't have given you the Headmaster's position while he was still alive, but I'll say that's something I've known for a long time, last year—"

"What exactly do you want to say?" Hera stopped and asked again.

Fudge also stopped, rubbing his hands in embarrassment, staring at Hera, his expression became fawning.

"You know, it's all thanks to me that you've been safe in the castle. The Ministry of Magic hasn't bothered you any more, so—about the Minister of Magic's vote, I hope we can continue to work together, as we did before."

"How to say?" Hera asked, he was a little too sad these days, so that the reaction of his brain was a beat slower.

"Hera has been in too much pain these days." Penello explained softly.

Fudge rubbed his hands, looking a little embarrassed, "I know, I know. The person he trusts most is you, we all understand."

"I know," Hera said, and he continued to walk slowly, "I know, everything will be the same as before."

"That's good, that's good." Fudge looked a little overjoyed, and even had a smile on his face, but he soon realized that it was inappropriate, so he quickly changed into that sad and understanding expression.

Hera ignored him, and walked forward along the Black Lake and Penello. The fragrant breeze from the Forbidden Forest blew over their faces, as if it could take away their sorrow.

"Will Hogwarts be closed?" Penello asked softly.

"Impossible." Hera said firmly, "I will not allow such a thing to happen."

"But the mysterious man has returned, and it's no longer safe here. Are we going to North America? I heard that the magical environment there is much better, except that there are some magical animals in the wild." Penello walked forward slowly.

Hera walked under the shade of a beech tree, "I think Hogwarts is safer, there are so many wizards inside to defend this place, what do you think?"

"But Dumbledore is lost here after all." Penello said sadly,

Hera puffed out her chest, "But I'm here, I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts, I can't leave here."

"But—" Penelope's face turned pale, "but how can you resist the mysterious man? He really came back, and only Dumbledore can stop him, and he is only afraid of Dumbledore."

"It's my responsibility." Hera pursed her lips. He hadn't deliberately considered this issue. In fact, he was sure that Voldemort would not attack Hogwarts, because in Voldemort's eyes, Hogwarts had his two internal agents, and Hogwarts had long been in his pocket.

"You'd better go back to Beauxbaton with Madame Maxime." Hera gently stroked Penello's hair and said softly, "It's much safer there, don't worry me, okay?"

"No, I can't watch you alone in such a dangerous place, I want to accompany you." Penello said firmly, "I can always help, whether it's news or anything else, I can always help."

"Oh." Hera sighed, "Let's talk about it in two days."

It was almost midnight, and the Muggle Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memorandum, but his mind was blank, and he had no idea what it meant. He was waiting for a call from the President of a distant country.As he wondered if the hapless fellow would ever call, he held back so many unpleasant memories of a long and tiring week that he didn't have much room in his mind for anything else.The more he tried to concentrate on reading the words on the sheet of paper in front of him, the more clearly he saw the gloating face of one of his political enemies.The political enemy appeared on the news that day and not only listed all the horrific accidents that had happened in the past week, but also made a logical analysis that each accident was due to the fault of the government.

The prime minister's pulse quickens when he thinks about these accusations, because they are unjust and untrue.How could his government have prevented that bridge from collapsing?It is intolerable that someone should suggest that the government is not investing enough in bridge construction.The bridge had been built less than ten years ago, and the best experts could not explain why it had snapped neatly in two, and a dozen cars had plunged into the deep river below.

The Prime Minister turned to the second page of the memorandum and found that the content behind it was still very long. Knowing that it was impossible to read it all, he simply gave up.He stretched his arms over his head and surveyed his office gloomily.It was a stately room, with a handsome marble fireplace facing long sash windows that screened out the unseasonably cold mist.The Prime Minister shivered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist against the glass of the window.As he stood with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, his own terrified face in the black windowpane in front of him.She turned around slowly, facing the empty room.

"Hello?" he said, trying to sound brave.

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would agree to him.However, a voice immediately answered, this voice was crisp and decisive.

"Hello, Muggle Prime Minister." Wearing a dark purple robe and a tall pointed hat, Hera suddenly appeared in the room, which startled the Muggle Prime Minister.

"Hello, who are you?" The prime minister wondered from the bottom of his heart, who is this guy in front of him? After all, the person who came to contact him before was always a tall and strong black bald Kingsley.Even if it was a conversation, it was a conversation of the same status as the Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge, but the young man in front of him was—?
"There has been some turmoil in the Ministry of Magic. For the time being, they haven't elected a suitable Minister of Magic. So, I ask Kingsley, let us have an unimpeded communication." Hera explained softly. He had some headaches, whether he needed a spell to make the Muggle understand what he was talking about more clearly.

Fortunately, the Prime Minister was not as ignorant as Hera imagined.

"Minister Fudge he—"

"He stepped down. Because of his wrong actions, which caused huge delays to our actions, he was impeached." Hera explained softly, and it seemed that the Muggles' acceptance was not bad.

"Oh, I knew it a long time ago," the Muggle Prime Minister nodded. "He doesn't seem like a very reliable guy, and he brings very bad news every time."

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you," Hera said, "I'm not bringing good news, Dumbledore—you know Dumbledore, don't you?" After getting the Prime Minister's nod of confirmation, Hera continued, "Dumbledore died at the hands of the Dark Lord, and his henchmen began to do evil."

"So, can I do something for you?" the Muggle Prime Minister asked, pointing to the sofa next to him. "Maybe we can sit on it and talk. You know what this is?"

"Thank you." Hera was not polite, and sat down directly, "We hope that the Muggle community can help cover up all the unreasonable things that happened recently, such as the bridge that collapsed without warning."

"You mean—" the Muggle Prime Minister gasped, "that's what dark wizards did?"

"I'm glad I can save a lot of effort. I've been worried that you'll take me as a liar." Hera breathed a sigh of relief. The Muggle's ability to accept seemed much stronger than he imagined.

(End of this chapter)