Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 405 The Banquet on the Hogwarts Express
The corners of Hera's eyes twitched. If he hadn't tried Molly's craft, he would have believed it.This can't be blamed on Molly, the main reason is that Hera was raised by the house elf, and it is indeed difficult for wizards to compare with elves in cooking.But there was no doubt that the Burrow was far better than the Dursleys.

"Okay, you'd better get in the car, there are only a few minutes left." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder, and said to Hermione and Ron who were following behind him - they were separated by two Aurors, obviously the Ministry of Magic didn't trust them that much.

"Oh, okay." Harry struggled to carry the box onto the train, but Hera didn't help. He still remembered that when he met Harry on the platform in 1991, he almost fell over by the ugly box.

Hera got on last, and there was hardly anyone else on the platform.

"Hera, can I have a word with you?" Arthur said shyly, rubbing his hands.

"No problem." Hera said, he was a little surprised, but followed Arthur to the side.

"I was going to ask you something," Arthur seemed anxious, and he looked at Molly not far away from time to time, as if she had forced him to do it. "About the upcoming school year, can I ask you to watch Ron? You know, the kids in our family are sort of...rebellious. Well, I'm going to be honest—I don't want him to drop out of Hogwarts like his older brothers, but being around Harry always comes with all kinds of dangers, and I know it's not going to be easy—"

"Don't worry, I understand what you mean." Hera interrupted Mr. Weasley, "We don't need to go around in circles like this. This school year, I will keep an eye on Harry and Ron and keep them safe, otherwise they will have a chance to cause trouble, not to mention—I think they can understand our situation and will consider it for you." Hera said with a smile, which made Arthur feel relieved.

"If he still makes any rash moves, please write to Molly and me. If necessary, we will take him away," Mr. Weasley quickly realized that there was some ambiguity in the words, and quickly explained: "We are just worried about Ron making some rash mistakes, and we took him away just so as not to interfere with your plan. You know, his brain is not that bright."

"This is my sixth year teaching at Hogwarts, I think I know what kind of children they are, don't worry, Arthur." Hera comforted softly, "However, I have to go, the train is about to leave."

"Okay." Arthur nodded, watching Hera rush to the door that was about to close.The train moved on.

Arthur and Molly waved them goodbye.

Hera sighed until the platform was out of sight, and he walked quickly towards the locomotive, where a whole group of Aurors had gathered.

"We have not been notified." A blond-haired wizard said with a cold face, but he still made way for Hera, allowing Hera to enter the control room.

Hera went straight to an empty chair and sat down, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere.In fact, the situation here was beyond his expectation. There were only two Aurors.

It is conceivable how tight the Ministry of Magic's manpower is.Counting the Aurors who escorted Harry, it was probably the most manpower that the Ministry of Magic could spare.

"I don't think this is a bad thing for the Ministry of Magic, is it?" Hera said lightly. "Perhaps you can ask your new Minister Scrimgeour. I don't think he will refuse me on this train."

They looked at each other and said bluntly: "We will report the truth to Mr. Minister." Then almost immediately one of the wizards fell on the table, pulled out a roll of parchment and began to write on it.

"Please prepare me a good cup of Twinings tea. You must buy the daily limited edition of Florin's Cold Drink Shop in Diagon Alley." Hera lowered her head and pretended to check the time. "You should still be able to buy it at this time—many people have come to the platform, haven't they?"

"Don't get too far." The blond wizard took a step forward, trying to overwhelm Hera.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just a little worried about the safety of this train." Hera waved her hand casually, completely ignoring the Aurors. It was impossible for them to attack her. "God knows if this dilapidated 17th-century train will make it to Hogwarts safely?"

"What news did you get?" Now, even the wizards who were writing on the table stood up nervously, and they shouted at Hera.

Hera sighed softly, "Don't be in such a hurry, my gentlemen. If I really got any news, I would never get in the car alone. I'm just a little worried."

The two Aurors were slightly relieved, but what Hera said next made them even more angry.

"If you want to write to Scrimgeour, be sure to ask him to bring a cup of Twinings tea from Florin's Cold Drink Shop, I like the taste." Hera said lightly.

"Hmph!" The wizard who wrote the letter snorted coldly, but still honestly wrote Hera's request in the letter.

After a while, the Auror rolled the parchment into a small roll and tied it to the owl's leg.

"We are going on inspection, do you want to follow?"

"Sorry, I think I'm more suitable to control the overall situation here." Hera shook her head lightly, "I'll leave it to you."

The two Aurors didn't waste too much time, they put their hands tightly in their pockets and left, without even thinking about what they had in their pockets - wands.

Hera put her legs up on the console, closed her eyes and thought.

Harry was so safe along the way, probably not only because of the Aurors who escorted him, but also because Scrimgeour led the officials of the Ministry of Magic to contain most of Voldemort's power, but he probably would never have thought that there were many undercover agents in the Ministry of Magic, not to mention the Malfoy family, just those who secretly fell to Voldemort did not know how many—not everyone would uphold justice at this moment.

Obviously, Voldemort's focus is not on Harry at the moment. In his eyes, Harry is already in his pocket-without Dumbledore, who can stop him?
It only takes a little time, and the entire magic world will fall into his hands.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, why did you choose such a path?" Hera narrowed her eyes, looking at the black smoke from the Muggle chimney in the distance, lost in thought.He could hardly see any hope of defeating Voldemort—even if Harry died in Voldemort's hands, and was killed as Voldemort's last Horcrux, then who could kill Voldemort?
Who can defeat Voldemort?
Grindelwald, or maybe Nick LeMay?

They are all too old. Fort Nurmengard has worn away Grindelwald's edges and corners. Hera, who had talked with him, couldn't be more clear. Grindelwald probably just wants to die quietly in Nurmengard and ignore everything in the magic world.

Nicole Flamel was in a daze all day, and without the Philosopher's Stone, Hera wasn't sure if he was still alive.

It was only then that Hera suddenly realized that he hadn't contacted Nick for a long, long time, and he didn't even know whether he was alive, which made him feel a little annoyed.If he had thought of Nick earlier, would he have had a better chance of winning—maybe he just happened to know how to lift the curse on Dumbledore's hand, maybe he wouldn't have to die—after all, Nick was a master alchemist—the situation might have been quite different.

"Grindelwald Nick Flame" Hera murmured the two names, "Maybe I should take time to visit you guys."

But that needs to wait until Hera has time, at least after ensuring that there is no threat in Hogwarts. Right now, he is still a little worried. He hasn't figured out what Voldemort intends to let Draco do secretly.

Not only that, but he still needs to find a way to pry Slughorn's mouth open. Voldemort could never have just used the Horcrux method to obtain immortality. He must have used other methods--Voldemort once said himself: No one has gone further on the road to immortality than him.

If Harry died, Voldemort was killed too.But he didn't know what backhand he left behind played a role again, then no one would be able to stop his footsteps again, and no one could defeat Voldemort again and again.

"Slughorn" Hera sighed. There is no doubt that he absolutely does not trust Hera.But Hera can only start with him. Most of the professors who taught Voldemort back then are no longer alive. It just so happens that Slughorn is still alive, and Voldemort was one of his most proud students back then. If Voldemort wanted to know how to live forever, he would definitely ask Slughorn for help.

This is why Voldemort has been sending Death Eaters to search for traces of Slughorn. He certainly does not want the secret of his immortality to be known to others.

The weather outside the car window fluctuates from sunny to dark, as it has all summer.Just after driving through the cold fog, there was a clear but faint sunlight. When the sunlight outside the window was almost high in the sky, the two Aurors also returned to the control room.

"Everything is safe," said the blond wizard, but the wizard next to him interrupted: "But I heard the students discussing about the man whose name must not be mentioned"

"Yeah." Hera nodded indifferently, "It's expected."

"One more thing. Horace Slughorn has boarded the train. He's in carriage C, and he seems to be giving a party."

"Yeah." Hera nodded, "I invited him to teach at Hogwarts. The number of professors is not enough. It seems that he is still so enthusiastic."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence, and it took a long time for someone to make a sound.

"So, does the Order of the Phoenix really exist?" The wizard asked anxiously, "There has always been an organization secretly resisting the mysterious man?"

"That's right, and it was founded by Dumbledore. After that day, I took over his position." Hera said softly, which made the two wizards hold their breath. They looked at Hera expectantly, but he didn't look like before, "It only exists to fight against the Dark Lord."

"Can we join? My name is Savage, and I've always wanted to fight on the front line." Savage looked much younger than the blond wizard, and his temper seemed to be much higher.

"Sevich, you know your identity." The blond wizard said.

"I know very well, Prout." Savage nodded at him, and quickly turned his head to Hera, "So, can I join?"

"Sorry, I didn't intend to poach Scrimgeour's corner." Hera suddenly got a headache. Dumbledore seemed to have hollowed out the Auror office. Kingsley was his man, Arthur was his man, Nymphadora was his man, and even the retired Moody was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

It's as if the Auror office is a reserve for the Order of the Phoenix.

"No matter what, we are all fighting the same enemy together. It doesn't matter where we are." Hera rubbed her head and said, he would not allow anyone to join the Order of the Phoenix at will. If a Death Eater gets in, it will be a huge hidden danger for everyone.

Look at the opposite side, how chaotic the Death Eaters' camp is - two of Voldemort's most proud subordinates: Snape and Hera are both Dumbledore's people.Apart from the two of them, Voldemort could only mobilize lunatics like Bellatrix, or scumbags like Malfoy.

No wonder Scrimgeour was able to keep the Death Eaters at bay.

"Okay," Savage said regretfully.

Prout frowned, but didn't say anything.

"I probably won't be here all the time. Take it easy, the journey will last until evening." Hera said gently, he didn't have any malice towards the two Aurors, but Prout's previous attitude made him a little sullen, but it wasn't a big deal.Hera's temper was almost exhausted.

"Where are you going?" Savage asked hastily, but he soon realized that he was being rude, "Sorry, I'm overstepping the point."

"It's nothing, it's not something shameful, I'm going to see Professor Slughorn's banquet. I think he's planning to hold a lunch party." Hera shook her head, expressing that she didn't take it seriously.

It wasn't until the sun completely disappeared from the field of vision—it reached the top of the train, and the shed blocked it—that Hera stood up and stretched lazily.

"I'll leave it to you here. I'll be back in a while. If there is any abnormality, please send me a signal at any time."

"No problem, Mr. Principal." Savage stood up almost immediately, which caused Prout to tug at the corner of his clothes and give him a hard look.

Hera nodded, and walked along the corridor towards carriage C.

The corridor was full of people waiting for food to be delivered, and they all greeted Hera in surprise—they obviously didn't know that Hera was on the train before.

When Hera rushed to carriage C, there were already many people here, and Slughorn was warmly welcoming Harry.

"Harry, my boy!" Slughorn's velvet-clad belly nearly filled the rest of the compartment. "It's great to see you, it's so—Mr. Headmaster?"

(End of this chapter)