Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 398 Voldemort Never Treats Those Who Helped Him Wrongly
"I just came from Azkaban," Hera said softly, "You should know about Azkaban, right? It's a prison for black wizards."

The Prime Minister nodded, indicating that he had heard the name before.

"Very well, then I have to tell you one thing. The Brockdale Bridge is not in disrepair, the wind is not actually a hurricane, and the murders—I don't know if you have noticed—are not the work of Muggles."

"Why did you suddenly have so many troubles? What am I afraid of?" The Prime Minister roared excitedly.

Hera took a deep breath and said, "Prime Minister, I regret to tell you that he has returned, and the Dark Lord has returned."

"Back? What do you mean?" The Prime Minister obviously hasn't recovered from the shocking news just now, or he doesn't have a clear understanding of Voldemort.

"The one who mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes, and the only person who can stop him - Dumbledore is also dead." Hera said briefly.

Hearing this, the Prime Minister didn't know what to say for a while, but he had a deep-rooted habit of showing that he knew everything no matter what topic was discussed, which would allow him to take the initiative in the conversation, so he searched hard for the content of the previous conversations with Fudge in his memory.

"Is Sirius Black with that - the Dark Lord?"

"Black?" Hera was a little surprised, "Don't you know? Black is one of us!"

"What!?" The Prime Minister jumped up in shock, "But Connelly Fudge has been telling me that he is a vicious criminal, and he even escaped from that Azkaban prison!"

"Oh, yes, it used to be that way, but it turns out that Fudge was completely mistaken," Hera explained easily. "Sirius was exonerated, and now he lives in Grimmauld Place. He is completely harmless and has been investigated."

Hera continued, "All of this needs your help, and we need your help to hide it all so that it doesn't—"

"Hidden?" The Prime Minister laughed angrily. "How? The bridge suddenly collapsed in less than ten years. The experts couldn't find any reason. The hurricanes in the west—I know the cause of all those terrible disasters, but I can't tell the public. This is so annoying."

"There is no hurricane at all, you know." Hera said with a sigh.

"Yeah, I think I get it." The Prime Minister fell on the sofa a little weakly, shaking his head slightly, "So what are you going to do?"

"For your safety, we have decided to remove Herbert Jollet—your Assistant Secretary," said Hera, fingering the tabletop lightly, "the one who imitated the duck and made the public laugh."

"What happened to him?" asked the Prime Minister.

"It's obviously his reaction to a bad Imperius Curse," Hera said. "His mind is confused, but it doesn't rule out that he's in danger."

"He just learned a few duck quacks!" The Prime Minister argued feebly, "As long as you rest more and drink less alcohol, you will be fine."

"He's being examined by a medical team from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds as we speak. He's tried to strangle three of them so far." Hera sighed again. "I think we'd better remove him from Muggle society for a while."

"Is he going to get better then?" asked the Prime Minister worriedly, who seemed to have a deep friendship with his assistant minister.

Hera shrugged, all of this is unknown, but there is a high probability that Herbert will spend the rest of his life in St. Mungo's.

"But, for God's sake—you're wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can solve—yes—any problem!"

Hera stood up, rubbed her temples and said with a headache, "Yeah, the problem is that the other side can also cast magic, Prime Minister."

"Okay, that's all I want to say. I will tell you the development of the situation in time. Through Kingsley, he is one of our people. I believe I don't need to explain any more." Hera wanted to force a smile, but found that it was too difficult, so she simply lowered her face.

The Prime Minister stared at Hera for a moment, and then in his sight, Hera disappeared into the office as a puff of smoke.

Many miles away, the same mist that once lingered outside the Chancellor's windows was now wafting around the high walls of the Black Fortress.

Malfoy Manor.

A familiar and terrifying languid voice penetrated Hera's ears.

"came back?"

It was Voldemort.

"Dark Lord, I just came back from the Muggle Prime Minister, and he has already agreed to our request." Hera stood in front of Voldemort, not daring to face Voldemort. Although he was a great hero who helped Voldemort kill Dumbledore, Voldemort's temper became more arrogant after Dumbledore's death—maybe this is the real him.

Voldemort stood up from the armchair, a gleam in his scarlet eyes, "Very well." He walked down the steps until he came to Hera, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Don't be so afraid, my child. You are Lord Voldemort's most loyal subordinate. You helped me kill the hateful Dumbledore and helped me control the Muggle world. You are allowed to look directly at me."

"Yes." Hera raised her head slowly, and when she met Voldemort's scarlet eyes, she couldn't help but shuddered.At the same time, he felt a strange thought trying to break into his brain, Hera hesitated and let it in.

At this time, I would like to thank Snape for his Occlumency tutorial. Hera learned pretty well. At least Voldemort didn't notice anything unusual. He just felt endless sadness, and he knew what was going on.

"Son, you don't need to be so sad. Dumbledore's death was his own fault. You just went further on a greater road and saw a future that he didn't see. Child, do you understand what I'm saying?" Voldemort's hoarse voice was like a poisonous snake, his arm brushed Hera's shoulder, and the cold air blew on the back of Hera's neck.

Hera lowered her head, "I understand, it's just that in the past few years, he has been"

"Oh, useless emotions." Voldemort looked a little angry. He turned around abruptly, walked up to Hera, and held Hera's chin with his cold, thin hand. "My child, if you want to become stronger, you must understand one thing. You must abandon useless emotions, which will block your way to greatness."

Hera nodded emphatically.

"But, Dumbledore—my old friend, he deserves our silent tribute. We never deny his contribution to the wizarding world, but he is short-sighted and does not see the real greatness." Voldemort shouted loudly like an orator.And the others standing in the room also started to shout in a low voice.

"dark lord"

"dark lord"

"Enough!" Voldemort raised his hand and grabbed everyone's vocal cords, and the room fell silent for an instant. He returned to Hera and said softly, "So, my child, what reward do you want? You can mention it, you know, your master will agree."

"I hope I can continue to serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts." Hera whispered, he could only look down at the steps.

"Aha!" Voldemort chuckled, "Severus, will you help him?"

One of the wizards standing on both sides of the throne took half a step forward, bowed slightly, and whispered, "Yes, my master."

"Very well, I think it is a great honor for you to continue to serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts!" Voldemort shouted loudly. He has become the most powerful person in the wizarding world. In his eyes, the only ones who can still be called a threat are probably the "remnants" of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.Hogwarts was also in his pocket.

"Of order, Lord Dark Lord." Hera bowed slightly, expressing her honor.

"You have done a good enough job. You don't need to intervene in the next thing. You have always been my best subordinate." Voldemort looked very excited. When he thought of the death of his arch-enemy Dumbledore, his whole body was filled with excitement.

But the current situation is not as good as he imagined. After more than ten years of cultivation, the magic world has recovered a lot of strength, and most of his Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban during the punishment of the Ministry of Magic.

It has to be said that Dumbledore's plan succeeded. He united the entire wizarding world, and no one thought it was him talking crazy to Harry—even though Harry's brain still didn't look so good.

"Go down." Voldemort waved his hand, and Hera stepped back out of the room in response, until the door was outside, and then slowly closed the door, turned and left.

"Lord Dark Lord, can we really trust him?" Lucius said through gritted teeth, his pale and pointed face looked even more haggard, perhaps because he had to serve Voldemort carefully every day.

Beside him, a piercing female voice sounded, it was Bellatrix, and she shouted: "Are you questioning your lord?"

"No, I just heard that Hera Lestrange was once Dumbledore's most loyal servant, and he even summoned a phoenix—that's something only a person who is extremely loyal to Dumbledore can do." Lucius seemed very scared, and he directly knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Lucius, you are still so cautious. Don't think that I don't know about your little quarrel with Hera. I haven't investigated your fault yet. Where is the notebook I gave you now?" Voldemort turned his head to Lucius suddenly, and said coldly.

Lucius said tactfully, but cold sweat ran down his forehead, obviously not as calm as in his voice, "Master, I didn't take care of it, it was taken by Hera, in the summer vacation of 1991—"

"Bastard——" Voldemort sat back in the armchair, looking extremely angry, "you lost what I gave you and planted it on Hera's head!"

"Master, calm down," Bellatrix came out, she lowered her head slightly, and couldn't hold back the enthusiasm in her eyes, "I think Malfoy has been used to smoothness in the past ten years, and he mistakenly thought that such rhetoric could deceive the great Lord Voldemort, maybe he needs a little punishment, a Cruciatus Curse—how about it?"

"That's right," Voldemort glanced appreciatively at Bellatrix, and with his slender palm he took a wand out of his pocket and aimed it at Lucius Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground. "Looks like I should help the Malfoy family get some blood back."

"No, master, no, no, please—please forgive me—" Lucius fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

But Voldemort didn't care what he said, "Crucio!"

Lucius, who fell to the ground, writhed and screamed in pain. There was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and his back was soaked.

Voldemort raised his wand, and the tortured Lucius lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Lucius." Voldemort said softly, "Stand up, you beg me to forgive? I won't forgive you. I won't forget, I want you to pay off the debts of these years before I will forgive you." Then, he seemed a little distressed, "Why can't you be like Hera? He always does the tasks I give him well, even if I'm too weak. He brought me Harry Potter, recreated my body, and let me return to this world, and he got what he wanted Got it."

The Death Eaters were silent, and even Bellatrix joined the team. She had been imprisoned in Azkaban all these years, and even though she had always remained loyal to Voldemort, it was undeniable that she hadn't made any effort these years.

"Voldemort never treats those who have helped him badly." Voldemort raised his chin and said proudly.

Hera, who returned to Hogwarts, immediately went back to the principal's office. Without the bustling students, the castle suddenly became a lot quieter. This made Hera a little uncomfortable, so he almost didn't go anywhere except the principal's room.

"That's how you talked with the Muggle Prime Minister?" Penello raised her head and looked at Hera. She was helping Hera to approve the financial statements for the new school year, including the reasonable allocation of the investment of the school managers.Hera couldn't care less about doing that anymore, he was exhausted from dealing with the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix, and Voldemort.

"It's not bad. His reaction was much better than I expected. At least he didn't regard me as a liar and wanted to throw me out of the window." Hera smiled easily, walked to the desk and hugged Penello. Only by her side can Hera feel safe.

Maybe it's not safe, just a kind of peace of mind.

"Go to bed, it's very late," Hera hugged Penello for a quarter of an hour, and patted Penello's back lightly, only to realize that Penello had already fallen asleep.

With a chuckle, Hera put Penello in the bedroom inside, then gently took out the quill and started writing on paper.

The Will of Hogwarts Headmaster Hera Lestrange.
(End of this chapter)