Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 404 Harry: I trust you, I absolutely trust you!

Hera had just reached the front door—well, he walked for almost three minutes in just a few short steps, stopping almost every step to look at the corridor—when he heard a shout behind him.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it!"

Hera smiled and turned just in time to see Slughorn standing in the living room door, panting. .

"Are you willing to return to work at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Slughorn impatiently, "I must be crazy, but yes, I would."

"Great." A satisfied smile immediately appeared on Hera's face, "Then, Professor Horace, see you on September 9."

"Well, no problem," Slughorn muttered.

As they walked along the garden path, Slughorn's voice came again behind them.

"I'll ask for a raise, Mr. Principal."

Hera laughed softly, this is naturally not a problem, and it is not a big problem that can be solved with money.The garden gate shut itself behind them, and they walked down the hill through the black, curling mist.

"Nice job, Harry," said Hera.

"I didn't do anything." Harry was a little taken aback.

"Oh, you did. You showed Slughorn how much he could benefit from returning to Hogwarts." Hera said softly, "Without your help, I really don't know how to convince him."

"Yeah." Harry was momentarily speechless.

"Slughorn loves creature comforts," Hera continued, and it was no secret in circles that Slughorn's Slug Club was quite famous. "Also likes to be associated with famous, successful, powerful assignments. He likes that feeling, but he never wants to be in charge himself, preferring to take a backseat position--the wider world, the greater freedom. Slughorn has a very uncommon knack for picking up people who will go on to be big in various trades, and he makes them know each other, make useful connections, and always end up with some sort of benefit."

Hera stopped, turned around, stared into Harry's eyes and said seriously: "I tell you this not to make you dislike Professor Slughorn, but to keep you vigilant. He will definitely come back to win you over, Harry. You will become a treasure in his collection: The Boy Who Lived"

A chill came over Harry.

"Wake up, Harry, hold on to my arm, we're going to the Burrow." He stretched out his arm, and he was about to apparate Harry with him.

In the blink of an eye, they came to a country road, and there was a crooked silhouette in front of them. There was no doubt that it was the Burrow of the Weasley family, where their entire family lived.

"If you don't object, Harry," Hera said softly as they passed through the gate, "if you will continue to trust me, I would like to say a few words to you before parting. I don't want to be overheard."

Harry suppressed his saliva and looked at Hera carefully, as if he was considering whether she was trustworthy, but finally he nodded.

"Very well," Hera breathed a sigh of relief, "Harry, I hope you'll forgive me for bringing this up, but I'm glad you've seemed to be handling things well after what happened at the Ministry. Allow me to say that I think Dumbledore would be proud of you, too."

Harry didn't respond, he just lowered his head slightly so that Hera couldn't see his expression - Hera was a full head taller than Harry, and Harry didn't seem to have grown any taller since last year.

"It's cruel," Hera tried to make her voice gentler, "I know how close you and Dumbledore are, and I believe that your pain is no less than mine." He sighed heavily, and the mention of this topic made his heart very heavy. "It's a sad ending."

Harry nodded. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his previous self was so ridiculous. He even suspected Hera, and even suspected that Hera was going to take him to Voldemort, but he really just visited an elder as he said, and then sent him back to the Burrow.

"It's hard to believe," Harry finally whispered, "that he's never talking to us again."

"Dumbledore meant a lot to us," Hera said softly, "and it pains us so much to lose him."

"But when I was at the Dursleys," Harry interrupted, his voice becoming forceful, "I knew I couldn't shut myself up, and I couldn't - and I couldn't give up. Dumbledore wouldn't want to, would he? And life's too short to see Mrs. Burns, and see that I might be next, right? If it's my turn," he said passionately, looking directly into Hera's eyes, which gleamed in the light of his wand, "I'd definitely kill as many Death Eaters as I could, if possible." , and perish with Voldemort."

"Well said, you are indeed Dumbledore's favorite student!" Hera said approvingly and patted Harry on the back, "I want to pay tribute to you."

"Also, Harry, and on a closely related subject I suppose you've been subscribing to the Daily Prophet for the last two weeks?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Then you will see that your experience in the Hall of Prophecy leaked out like a flood, didn't you?" Hera frowned slightly. In fact, this was the important thing he wanted to say to Harry.

"Yeah," said Harry again, "now everyone knows I'm a prophecy—"

"No, they don't know." Hera interrupted him, and Harry suddenly changed the subject to the prophecy, and he had to explain: "Not many people in the world know the full content of the prophecy about you and the Dark Lord, but the two people here obviously know it well. Yes, many people did guess that the Dark Lord sent his Death Eaters to steal a prophecy ball, and the prophecy was about you.

So, can I believe that you didn't tell anyone what the prophecy was about? "

"No," said Harry.

"It's sensible to do that," Hera said with relief, "but I thought maybe you could let it go in front of your friends, like Ron and Hermione."

Harry looked dark in astonishment.

Hera added, "I think it's okay to let them know that you're going to hurt their feelings by keeping such an important matter from them."

"I do not want--"

"Don't want to scare them?" Hera looked at Harry, and had to say that Harry had indeed grown a lot compared to before, at least he finally started to care about the feelings of the people around him instead of having a brain full of muscles. "Or, don't want to confess your own worries and fears? Harry, you need friends. You were right. Dumbledore would not want you to shut yourself up."

Harry really needed Ron and Hermione before he would do something terrible again without thinking - if he died at the hands of someone other than Voldemort, they would lose out.

"One more subject related to this, and I wonder, can you trust me now?" Hera looked into Harry's eyes firmly, "I know it's hard for you, it's making you overturn what you've seen with your own eyes—"

"I believe you," said Harry suddenly, so loudly that Hera jumped.

Hera smiled. He gently put his hands on Harry's head and stroked his messy hair, "Harry, thank you for your trust. I have to say, thank you."

"We've always been friends, haven't we?" Harry finally smiled, his green eyes shining in the dimly lit arena.

Hera nodded emphatically, and patted Harry on the back, "Go, go find your friends, don't make them wait too long, I think you should still be in time for dinner, I told them before that I would send you over."

"Okay," said Harry.

"Finally," Hera seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and stopped Harry, who turned around and was about to walk towards the Burrow. "When you lived here, the Burrow received the strictest protection that the Ministry of Magic could provide, far surpassing Privet Drive. These measures have brought a certain degree of inconvenience to Arthur and Molly—but they don't mind it at all, and they only care about your safety. However, if you take risks when you live with them, you will feel sorry for them."

"I understand," said Harry quickly, "but aren't you going to stay here for dinner?"

"Penello is waiting for me in the castle." Hera waved goodbye to Harry, and disappeared on the country road in a puff of smoke.

After returning to the castle, Hera breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that nothing would bother him in a short period of time. He had basically fulfilled the responsibilities of the principal—even though Penello did a lot of copywriting and review work.

Still, by the time Hera and Penello had 'jointly' finished all the work, it was mid-August, less than two weeks before school started.

Snape had bad news.

"Bellatrix was very dissatisfied that you were rewarded in front of the Dark Lord. She always thought you were a threat, so she made a suggestion to the Dark Lord." Snape said with a cold face, "She suggested that the children of the Malfoy family come to Hogwarts as undercover agents."

"It's too bad." Hera frowned tightly, "The Dark Lord never mentioned this to me at all."

"It's very bad. The important thing is that the Dark Lord took her advice. He said it was a punishment for Big Malfoy, because he failed to grab the prophecy ball." Snape's expression didn't seem to change at all, he looked like a block of ice.

"So, what's his plan?" Hera asked.

Snape shook his head lightly, "I don't know the specific situation, I just vaguely sense that the Dark Lord seems to have doubts about you."

"But it's impossible!?" Hera asked suspiciously. He killed Dumbledore with his own hands. Although they were all avoiding the subject in a veiled way, it was clear that Snape knew it—or the Death Eaters knew it clearly, even if they didn't dare to tell the truth.

Yes, what could be more exciting than the head of the Order of the Phoenix being a Death Eater?

"I don't know what's going on, but obviously Dumbledore's plan didn't work out." Snape also guessed that all of this was Dumbledore's plan, otherwise Hera wouldn't need to communicate with him again.

Hera really couldn't figure out what went wrong. Even though Voldemort treated him fairly well a few days ago, not to mention killing Dumbledore, he sent Harry to Voldemort and successfully revived him—he had no reason to doubt himself!

"I will continue to understand this matter, but you must be careful." Snape rarely cared about Hera, and did not use his eccentric tone, which made Hera slightly relieved.

"I will, just to trouble you." Hera nodded and said.

Snape left the office quickly.

Hera stared in the direction of the door, unable to figure out how it all turned into what it is now.

"It's really confusing."

It was getting closer and closer to the start of school, and Hera kept thinking about where he showed his flaws, which made Voldemort suspicious of him.What disturbed him the most was Draco Malfoy, what on earth was Voldemort going to have him do in the castle?
On the morning of September 9, Hera arrived at platform 1 9/3 early, waiting for Harry and the others to arrive. They should have arrived in a car from the Ministry of Magic—after all, they would never let Harry come to the platform on a broomstick, and the Floo network was obviously not that safe.In comparison, a car is a safe choice - Arthur has quite a wealth of knowledge on car modification, and he believes that with his help, the Ministry of Magic should be able to transform a magic car that is safe enough.

At least the Weasleys won't get any more warning letters from the Ministry of Magic - after all, Ron nearly cost Arthur his job in 1992.

"Good morning, Harry," Hera greeted Harry who was being dragged across the barrier, "I think you may not be so comfortable." Two black Muggle suits with dark serious beards dragged Harry's arms-they were obviously not Muggles. "You'd better let him go, your rudeness hurt him."

"I can walk by myself, thank you." Harry didn't bother to say hello to Hera, he struggled to free his arm from the Auror's grip. "Good morning, Hera, I didn't expect you to be here—thought you'd be waiting for us in the castle."

"Just to be safe!" Hera shrugged. "How was your holiday?" Hera walked to Harry, and the two Aurors suddenly jumped out and stood between Hera and Harry, looking at Hera warily, which forced Hera to explain to them again, "I said, do you need to guard against me? Harry will be at Hogwarts for the next school year, and I happen to be the headmaster of the school."

The two Aurors looked at each other, and then returned to the partition wall resentfully, wary of some bad guy suddenly popping out from there.

"I think the Ministry of Magic is a little too cautious." Hera curled her lips. "Come on, Harry, how has your month been? I heard from Molly that you put on a lot of weight in the Burrow."

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's thanks to her for the past two months, you know, her craftsmanship is great!"

　I almost forgot the code, but luckily it was sent out before 9:[-]. The author hasn't had dinner yet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)