Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 399 Dumbledore's memory seems to be mixed with something strange?

I, Hera Lestrange, Headmaster of Hogwarts, wrote these words on July 1996, 7. All the memories of me and Albus Dumbledore are stored in the Pensieve. I hope that those who read this letter can make everything public.

Dumbledore's death should be made public, I killed Dumbledore at the Ministry earlier in the summer, it was Dumbledore's plan.I have kept them in the Pensieve, together with the memory of the Hogwarts teachers. They are all heroic warriors. They were forced to make a compromise in order to build a safe Hogwarts together. They failed to stand up to Voldemort and his henchmen. I hope that future generations will understand what they did.
In my capacity as headmaster of Hogwarts, I will arrange everything after my death, lest I die in the battle against Voldemort.The position of headmaster of Hogwarts was handed over to Professor Minerva McGonagall. I think she is a good and conscientious professor, and I believe she will continue to lead Hogwarts.Miss Penelope Clearwater has all my property, including but not limited to the old Black House at 12 Grimmauld Place.All my books are handed over to Miss Hermione Granger, she has always been a good child who loves to read, and I believe she will continue to stand by Harry's side to fight against
After writing until dawn, Hera carefully stuffed the long piece of parchment into the drawer of the desk, and placed several thick books on it, all of which were left by Dumbledore. It was "Transfiguration Today", and Dumbledore left several books.

The room fell into silence, only Penello's whispers came from the next bedroom. She was talking in her sleep, and she didn't touch Hera's figure on the bed, which made her seem a little uneasy when she was asleep.

Hera chuckled, gently pushed the drawer, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Dumbledore was gone, life went on, Voldemort was still doing evil, Hera was always going to do something, wasn't she?

The most important thing right now is probably how to protect Harry's safety. Hera had to send several experienced wizards to protect Harry's safety. This was only the protection of the Order of the Phoenix. The Ministry of Magic also sent at least ten Aurors to lurk in the streets near Privet Drive. If any accident happened, they could rush to the scene of the crime as soon as possible.

But in the words of Mad-Eye Moody, "You have no way of judging which of those bastards has secretly fallen for the You-Know-Who." Therefore, Moody insisted on patrolling Privet Drive, even if his appearance would scare many Muggles.In the past week, the Ministry of Magic has received no less than double-digit complaints, because Moody's magic eye scared Muggles, causing at least three children to cry.

But the Ministry of Magic didn't have much energy to take care of these trivial matters. In fact, after Voldemort was proved to be resurrected, the Order of the Phoenix seemed to have become a privileged person in the magic world, and no one was going to hold them accountable for the "mistakes" they had committed.

Hera had been recuperating in Hogwarts for the past few days. He had to force himself to recover from the mourning of Dumbledore's death. He vaguely felt that something was wrong. The Kedavra curse seemed to have caused more damage to him than he had imagined before, which messed up his mind a lot. It was not until a week after Dumbledore's funeral that Hera's mental state recovered.

"Hera, we need to face a very real problem, about the candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—" Penello said with some concern, "I haven't received even one application until now."

Hera hesitated for a moment, and said, "I will consider it. If there is no suitable candidate, I will take this position."

The memory of Dumbledore that was handed over to Hera by Lupine. Hera has never had the courage to look at it. He feels that he is not ready, but I am afraid that he will have to see what Dumbledore has told him now. This is related to the next specific plan, how to fight against Voldemort and his henchmen.

He believed that Dumbledore would not leave any useless nonsense in his memory.

Hera took out the small glass bottle from her pocket, and the gleaming silver liquid inside was Dumbledore's memory.

"Do you need me to accompany you? I know it was left to you by Dumbledore, but I'm still a little worried." Penello was still a little worried, she was afraid that Hera would be overwhelmed by the grief of Dumbledore's death again.

Hera shook her head lightly, "Relax, I've eased up a lot." He gently stroked Penello's long chestnut hair, poured his memory into the Pensieve, and plunged into it.

He fell headfirst into darkness, his feet on hard ground.He straightened up and found himself in a mostly deserted playground, a few blocks from Privet Drive, where Hera had exorcised a horde of dementors that had attacked Harry.

Dumbledore was sitting on a swing without shaking. He was wearing a dark purple robe and looked extremely old. He no longer wore the leather gloves on his hands, and scorched black climbed up his arms along the palms. Hera knew that this was not so different from the Ministry of Magic War. He felt a little sad for a while, but it was much better than before.

"Hera." Dumbledore smiled and waved towards Hera gently. He patted the other empty swing beside him, as if he could see Hera. If Hera didn't know that he was in Dumbledore's memory, I really thought Dumbledore hadn't died yet.

"Dumbledore." Hera sat beside Dumbledore hesitantly, looking at Dumbledore with complicated expressions.

"I believe at this time, I am no longer here, is Fox following you?" Dumbledore looked very relaxed, he was still concerned about Fox's whereabouts, but Fox disappeared after Dumbledore's funeral, and no one saw it again.

"I'm afraid it has already left, it has always been loyal," Dumbledore said with a smile, foreseeing everything a long time ago, "I hope that I can be buried in Hogwarts. I don't know where the great war will start, but I hope that I can be buried in Hogwarts."

"Yeah." Hera nodded. It is estimated that Dumbledore did not expect him to enter the memory for so long to check, but anyway, he did bury Dumbledore in Hogwarts.

"I think you will definitely do much better than I imagined." Dumbledore was silent for a while, and sighed.

Hera pursed her lips, wondering if Dumbledore would think he was doing the right thing if he were still alive.

Dumbledore straightened his robe and stood up slowly, "The days are passing faster and faster, I don't know how long that day will come, but I don't think it will be too far away." Dumbledore said it very easily, as if he was discussing what to eat for afternoon tea, not his death.

"Next, what I'm going to tell you is what you're going to do, you have to listen clearly." Dumbledore approached Hera, as if he could see Hera.It's chilling.

Hera put her ears closer, listening carefully to Dumbledore's next words.

"The days to come will be hard for you." Dumbledore seemed to have grown older all of a sudden, "Only you know that helping an old man from pain and shame will not hurt your soul, Hera, I don't want to procrastinate and die in embarrassment." His blue eyes looked sharply at Hera.

But this made Hera even more uncomfortable, because all this had already happened.

Dumbledore seemed satisfied, "If you can see all this, it means that you have successfully completed the task I gave you. Thank you, Hera."

The playground disappeared, and the surroundings became dark.

Hera stayed quietly in the dark, waiting for the next memory, the surroundings turned into a dim room, and the flickering candlelight illuminated Dumbledore's face.

"Today, you told me that Harry and the others left the castle, probably today."

Hera knew that this should be Dumbledore's memory before departure.

"Don't let Harry know until the last moment, unless absolutely necessary, otherwise how will he have the strength to do what he has to do?"

"What must he do?" Hera replied subconsciously, but he quickly realized that what Dumbledore was referring to should be asking Harry to resist Voldemort, destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes one by one, and finally die in Voldemort's hands.

"I think you should be aware," said Dumbledore, grinning, "and now you listen carefully, there will be a certain time—after my death—at a certain time Voldemort will seem to fear for the life of his serpent."

"Worried about Nagini?" Hera thought thoughtfully. The snake did often appear by Voldemort's side. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is Voldemort's most loyal subordinate. Even in those years when Voldemort lost his power, Nagini was always by Voldemort's side, but why would Voldemort worry about it?

"If at some point Voldemort no longer sends the serpent to carry out his orders, but keeps it around, magically protecting it, then I think it's time to tell Harry."

Hera took a deep breath, and he guessed something. In the summer of 1994, Voldemort once killed a Muggle, that is, the night watchman at the Riddle House. Voldemort probably made Nagini into a Horcrux. The truth is probably like this, and it can only be like this, otherwise Dumbledore would not have emphasized this point in his memory.

"Tell Harry that on the night Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily put her own life between them, the Killing Curse bounced back on Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort's soul was blown away, attached to the only living soul in the collapsed house. The part of Voldemort that lived inside Harry, giving Harry the ability to talk to snakes and connect to Voldemort's mind, has always puzzled him, although he used this to lure Harry to the Ministry of Magic. As long as that was not killed by Voldemort The soul fragment found by the devil is still attached to Harry, and under Harry's protection, Voldemort cannot die."

Hera nodded silently. He had known this for a long time, but he always felt that this matter should be kept from Harry.But it was clear that Dumbledore had planned more.

"Voldemort won't trust you completely. You'd better tell him more accurate information, so that he will think you are very well-informed. If you don't, you will be suspicious. However, you must find a way to tell this idea to others. It is best to use the Imperius Curse or the Oblivion Curse-I think that should keep Harry safe. Try using the Confusion Curse on Mundungus. Also, be sure to protect Hogwarts, I believe you can do it."

The memory disappeared, and the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.

Hera stood there quietly, as if the surrounding darkness could bring him a sense of security.But his brain still hurts, as if someone was using an electric drill to repair it inside, and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, Penello didn't come in with him, otherwise she would be worried.

The surroundings became blurred, Hera looked up and looked around, everything here made him feel familiar.

"This is... Hogwarts?" Hera said uncertainly, because the surrounding scene was indeed very similar to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, but there were not so many photos of the headmaster on the wall.

The matches in the room crackled and burned, releasing a unique fragrance.Two men and two women stood in the room, and one of them was a somewhat shadowy man surrounded by the other three.

"We already know what you did." The blond man said with some frustration, "Aren't you willing to give up your ridiculous idea? We all know that it is impossible for us to reject those Muggle-born children."

"The purpose of our school is to protect those children who are discriminated against by Muggles, so that they will not be burned at the stake, isn't it?" said a woman who seemed to be somewhat intellectual, with a crown on her forehead.

Hera recognized it, it was Ravenclaw's diadem, then—that woman—is Lady Gray's mother, Rowena Ravenclaw, and the blond man should be Godric Gryffindor, and the rest, needless to say, are Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin.

It's just that what Hera couldn't understand was why he saw the memories of the four founders in the Pensieve?

Could it be that this is where Dumbledore found it?

Salazar Slytherin doesn't look as old and wretched as the statue in the Chamber of Secrets, but looks like a middle-aged gentleman, albeit a bit gloomy.After hearing Gryffindor's words, his face darkened even more.

"So, you saw it?"

"We saw it all, how could you—" Gryffindor was speechless, his chest heaving violently.

Salazar shrugged nonchalantly, "I have to leave something behind, lest everything goes out of plan."

"So you bred the basilisk and used it to get rid of those——children who you say are not worthy of learning magic?"

(End of this chapter)