Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 401 Terrible guess - life experience

"The Gunter family, I don't think anyone knows its origin, everyone knows that the Gunter family is the blood of Slytherin." Hera said.

Ms. Gray shook her head lightly, "But what no one knows is that Slytherin brought his Horcrux to the Gaunt family's old house."

Hera suddenly had a bad guess, and he was a little sensitive when it came to Gaunt's old house.

"Wait, I think I need to calm down." Hera interrupted Ms. Gray. He vaguely felt that he had grasped something, but this terrible truth made him a little hard to accept, and he couldn't even let himself imagine it.

Lady Gray nodded softly, "I'll wait for you in Ravenclaw Tower, Barrow knows where I am."

Hera left the Astronomy Tower in a hurry after saying goodbye to Ms. Gray, his mind was in a mess, and this was connected with the old house of the Gaunt family, which made his head a little painful.

"Maybe I'd better think about other issues first." Hera said to herself, and he walked back to the principal's office without haste. Penello was leaning over the desk to review the documents.

"Maybe you can take a look at this." Penello picked up a newspaper from the table and handed it to Hera.

Hera took the newspaper, and the headline on it was very eye-catching.

Harry Potter: The Savior?
The moment Hera saw the title, Hera frowned. It seemed that the "Daily Prophet" still hadn't gotten rid of their bad habits.

"I think "The Quibbler" might be more to my taste." Hera raised her head and looked at Penello.

She said, "You better look, you're mentioned."

"Really?" Hera found a chair and sat down, lowered her head and read the newspaper quietly. The only sound in the room was the sound of Hera turning the pages of the book and the sound of Penello scratching the parchment.

Here's what the newspaper said:

People continue to buzz about the recent mysterious riot at the Ministry of Magic, during which the unnamed monster reappeared.And we have lost our beloved Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

"We're not allowed to talk about it, don't ask me anything," said a worried-looking amnesticist, who did not want to give his name, as he left the Ministry.

However, sources at the Ministry of Magic confirmed that the center of the disturbance was the fabled Hall of Prophecy.

Although Ministry of Magic speakers have so far refused to admit that such a place exists, there is a growing belief in the wizarding community that the Death Eaters serving time in Azkaban for assault and theft were trying to steal a prophecy orb.The content of the prophecy ball is unknown, but people have speculated that it has something to do with Harry Potter. He is the only known survivor of the Killing Curse, and it is said that he was in the Ministry of Magic that night, and Dumbledore died to protect him.

According to reliable sources, not only Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the Dark Lord and the notorious Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange were present at the Ministry of Magic, but Mr. Hera Lestrange was also present.We all know that he has succeeded Dumbledore as headmaster for the past year.He and Bellatrix fought a battle that ended with Dumbledore's death.

But we still have no way of knowing whether this is the truth, because according to people who were there at the time: Harry Potter accused Hera Lestrange of murdering Albus Dumbledore.But Hera Lestrange's performance at Dumbledore's funeral made people question whether Harry Potter's death was a huge blow because of Dumbledore's death, which completely confused his mind.

"There's nothing in it, is there?" Hera folded the newspaper and said softly.

Penello stopped writing, raised his head, and looked at Hera, "I always thought you were too gentle with Potter. He needs to be able to tell who is on his side. I can't let him slander you like this."

"Dumbledore's death also dealt a great blow to Harry. At that time, he was controlled by the Dark Lord. He was just confused by the Dark Lord." Hera explained.

Penello still didn't give up, "But I can't let him slander you like this, how about sending a notice?"

"It's not necessary, Penello," Hera stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dark clouds. "Most people believe in me, and that's enough. We can't pray for everyone's trust."

Penello was silent for a while, and she also realized that silence might be the best response, so she could only say unwillingly: "Well, maybe you are right."

"I have a candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Hera also suddenly thought of a feasible method, at least it seemed feasible.

"Who?"

"Severus."

"What about potions?"

"I'm going to talk to Professor Horace Slughorn, who was Potions Master before Severus took over."

"But he has been retired for many years."

"I heard that the Dark Lord's people have been looking for him. I think Hogwarts can give him a place to stay."

"The Dark Lord is looking for him, why?"

"Sorry, I can't tell." Hera turned her head and said apologetically, "This is a secret, and it will bring you danger."

"Okay, it's a secret again, a damn secret!" Penello pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "How many secrets are there?"

Hera chuckled, walked behind Penello, and hugged her tightly, "Believe me, such days won't be too long, as long as the day when the Dark Lord falls is not too far away."

"I don't know when that day will come, I just hope it can be faster, and now all my time is spent processing paperwork!" Penello said dissatisfiedly, she was busy with office work almost every day, and Professor McGonagall helped with these things, but she was injured and is still in St. Mungo's ward.In the words of the therapist: she shouldn't have attended Dumbledore's funeral, it wouldn't have done her injury any favors.

"Oh, I'm afraid such days won't stop, my dear Principal Penelope Clearwater." Hera made a joke, which caused Penelope to hammer him on the back in an annoyed manner.

After the fight, the two fell down on the sofa and panted heavily. Hera stroked Penello's long chestnut hair and said, "I plan to go to Privet Drive tomorrow."

"Potter?"

"That's right, Harry's help is indispensable for Horace Slughorn to return to Hogwarts." Hera said softly, "He likes associating with famous people the most. Becoming Harry Potter's teacher is definitely something he can't refuse."

"Well, is it dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous, I just need to be careful not to be kicked out of the room by Harry's aunt and uncle." Hera said with a smile.

Penello thought about it seriously, "It shouldn't matter, I remember they are all Muggles."

"So there is no danger at all!" Hera pinched the tip of Penello's nose and said with a laugh. "But you'd better write to Harry for me, and tell him I'll be visiting Privet Drive tomorrow, and, tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, that I'm sending Harry to their house later in the day, where Harry will spend the rest of his summer holidays."

"Okay, okay, you always leave things to me." Penello said dissatisfiedly, but stood up honestly, went behind the desk and began to write.

Hera sat up and said very seriously: "If you don't like this kind of life, you'd better go back to France, where—"

"Don't try to drive me away!" Penello yelled, "I can't leave you here alone!"

Hera lowered his head. His plan seemed to have failed again. He hoped that Penello could go back to France. Britain is really too dangerous now. Even he was not sure that he would see the rising sun the next day, but Penello was still by his side.

After being silent for a while, Hera sighed heavily, "Don't be too tired." After saying that, she closed her eyes and began to meditate. In fact, it was the connection of Occlumency, and he had to ensure that he would not see the clues when he saw Voldemort next time.

Otherwise, all of Dumbledore's plans would fail.

The next day, when the hour hand pointed to the direction of 5 o'clock by 12 minutes, Hera finally checked that her cloak was tied around her neck well.

"Then, I'll go first."

"Wait for you to come back for dinner." Penello said with a smile.

Hera nodded and disappeared into the office.When his eyes became clear again, he was already standing in front of a garden path, and the nameplate in front of him clearly read: No. [-], Privet Drive.

His sudden appearance aroused the vigilance of at least five passers-by around, and Hera had to wave to them. After a quarter of an hour of review, Hera was allowed to visit No. 4, Privet Drive.

"Well, the inspection is really strict." Hera muttered.

Mad-Eye Moody's fake eye rolled around, even to the back of his head, leaving Hera with a big white eye. "Be careful lest someone attack Potter with Polyjuice Potion or something."

"Well, I think it's understandable." Hera shrugged, indicating that she could understand, but he quickly pointed to Uncle and Aunt Harry's house, "How do I let them know that I'm coming?"

"I think that thing called a doorbell can help you," said Moody.

Hera became interested. He looked at the small button on the wall and took out his wand, "We've never visited a Muggle formally before. What should I do, poke it with my wand?"

"Obviously yes, I think fingers would be better." Moody nodded, and he lumbered away on his wooden legs.

Hera nodded, and poked the button with the tip of her wand.

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!
A fat man with a big beard opened the door and came out. He was still wearing a dressing gown, as if he had just woken up not long ago, "Who are you? I don't remember anyone visiting us today." He seemed a little nervous, his fingers intertwined.

The main reason was that Hera's dress was a little too formal, which made him look like the boss of a company, and Mr. Dursley had to get nervous.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dursley, is Harry there? I wrote the letter the day before." Hera asked politely.

Mr. Dursley stared at Hera blankly, as if he couldn't believe what his small eyes were seeing.

"From the look of surprise and disbelief on your face, it doesn't look like Harry told you I'm coming." Hera said with a smile. "However, let's assume you've warmly invited me into your house. It's not wise to linger at the door for too long in these turbulent times."

Hera stepped swiftly across the threshold and closed the door behind her.Dursley just stared at Hera blankly.

"Oh, good afternoon, Harry." Hera saw Harry in the living room, he was sitting on the sofa, staring at the door, Hera immediately met Harry's eyes as soon as he came in.

"Good afternoon, Hera," said Harry stiffly, looking utterly annoyed.

Hera walked up to him and held Harry's hand tightly, "I know that Dumbledore's matter has affected you a lot, but we have to do something. Can you understand?"

"Oh, so what are you here for? To kill me for your master?" said Harry sarcastically, even closing his eyes in acceptance of death.

To be honest, his appearance was really annoying, and even Hera wanted to finish him on the spot.Fortunately, Hera restrained himself, and he yelled angrily: "Are you so talented? I really don't understand how Dumbledore would entrust you with such an important matter!"

"What's the matter?" The kitchen door opened, and Harry's aunt was standing in rubber gloves and a dressing gown over a house dress, apparently about to wipe down all the surfaces in the kitchen.Her long face was full of horror.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" She almost immediately picked up the nearest weapon - a spatula, and threatened Hrabi.

"He's a wizard!" Mr. Dursley whispered the frightening truth to his wife.

Bang!

Aunt Harry's shovel fell to the ground.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Hera Lestrange, the headmaster of Hogwarts." Hera stood up and introduced, "I came here today to take Harry away."

Harry's uncle and aunt said in unison: "Impossible!"

"So, why is this?" Hera was a little puzzled, "Letting Harry stay here is dangerous for you all, sorry, I really can't figure it out."

"Ever since the day we agreed to raise him, we've sworn to cut him off from the damn wizarding world, lest he be like his parents!" screamed Harry's aunt, which startled the children upstairs, and a yellow-haired child who looked like a ball rolled down the stairs.The Dursleys hurried to shield him behind them.

"With all due respect, I'm afraid you won't be able to protect him well. The Dark Lord doesn't care where Harry is. As long as he is still alive, he will be hunted down by the Dark Lord." Hera said regretfully, "Even if Harry gave up his wand, the Dark Lord would not give up on him."

Harry's aunt let out a wail, looking very distressed.

"So, what are you going to do?" Mr. Dursley realized he had to step up.

"I'm going to take Harry to a safe place, which is a good thing for both of you and him."

(End of this chapter)