Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 41 Prophecy
"Maybe." Dumbledore sighed, obviously not wanting to talk to Hera about Grindelwald.

"Professor Dumbledore, I want to know how you want to treat Quirinus!" Hera took a deep breath, and he still hoped to save Quirrell if he had the chance.

Dumbledore said nothing, just pressed his slender fingers against the window.

After a long time, so long that Hera was a little impatient, Dumbledore spoke.

The voice of vicissitudes and old age sounded, but the regret could never be erased.

"Quirinus. He has no turning back."

Hera clenched her fists in the cloak, resisting the desire to hit the head of the 'World's Most Powerful Wizard'.

"But...you could have...could have" Hera closed her eyes and let go of her fist feebly.

In fact, Hera knew the answer, the moment he knew that Quirrell drank the blood of the unicorn, he knew it.

It's just that he refused to give up and accepted this fact, so he came to Dumbledore.

Such a thing, as expected, I still can't do it myself.
Hera smiled wryly. He was once again facing such a situation. Obviously, it could have been avoided in advance, but he forced the situation into what it is now.

"Hera." Dumbledore turned around, and his whole body was a little stooped. At this moment, it seemed that people could realize that he was already a 110-year-old man.

"It was all my mistake. I should have expected it earlier. How could Voldemort show mercy to Quirrell." Dumbledore sat decadently on the chair, completely different from his usual smart and wise appearance.

"Then are you going to kill Quirinus?" Hera's mouth showed a mocking smile. For Quirrell, that's the way to deal with it, right?
Dumbledore took a deep look at Hera, then tapped his fingertips on the armrest.

"Hera, I can trust you."

"Of course." Hera laughed angrily. She was so honest, but Dumbledore still doubted herself?
"I think Harry needs some exercise, he's still a little too reckless," Dumbledore said slowly, but just as he started speaking, Hera's fist hit the table.

"Even if it's death, do you want Quirinus to offer his last value?" Hera sneered. The old fox in front of him talked about love all day long, but everything he did was profit.

This is the greatest wizard recognized - Albus Dumbledore?
"Hera, you misunderstood." Dumbledore rubbed his temples and waved Hera to sit down.

"Don't get excited, Hera, there was once a prophecy, only a few people have heard of it." Dumbledore spoke slowly and softly, like a whisper, and for some unknown reason, Hera's anger dissipated a bit.

"Professor Trelawney once made a prophecy that only one of Harry and Voldemort can survive, and one must die at the hands of the other."

Dumbledore paused, glanced at Hera, saw his thoughtful expression, and gave him some time to buffer.

Hera said with a complicated expression: "So you think this is a good opportunity—take this opportunity to get rid of the Dark Lord?"

"Yes, I'm glad you can understand me, Hera, I know you're a pretty smart kid." Dumbledore blinked and returned to his usual self.

"So it was a bureau from the very beginning? From Harry's enrollment, from the appointment of Quirinus as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Hera suddenly felt that she had underestimated Dumbledore a little bit before. After all, he is an old man who has dominated the magic world for a hundred years. How could he not even see through that little thing about Quirrell?

Thinking about it this way, it seemed too ridiculous for me to surrender with full confidence before.

"No, I just thought he was bewitched by Voldemort at first, but I didn't expect Voldemort to be directly parasitic on him." Dumbledore held his chin, feeling quite emotional.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's your next plan?" Hera thought for a moment, recalling that Dumbledore had mentioned asking Quirrell to find a magical creature that a first-year wizard could deal with, and suddenly realized.

"No, didn't you use the Mirror of Erised to keep the Philosopher's Stone? Then why did Quirrell go out to find magical creatures?"

Facing Hera's questioning, Dumbledore smiled slightly, and picked up a roll of parchment from the side.

"Come here and help me take a look."

"This is...?" Hera looked at the series of levels above, a little confused, but he recognized the pattern of the Mirror of Erised painted on it.

was hidden in the deepest part.

"This is the mechanism I prepared for the Sorcerer's Stone. Each professor designs a level, which I believe is enough to give Harry a chance to practice." Dumbledore smiled and handed the parchment to Hera.

Hera frowned and said, "But this is obviously a bait, right?"

To give Harry a chance to exercise, for Quirrell, it is as simple as playing house, but any normal person should be aware that it is a trap, right?
"It's the bait, the bait on the bright side, but they have to eat it." Dumbledore showed a sly smile.

Hera nodded silently.

"By the way, professor, since Quirrell is back, let him attend class." Hera rubbed her head, got up from her seat and prepared to leave.

"The students have rated you very well, maybe it's good for you to continue teaching." Dumbledore blinked, and the light behind the half-moon lens was shining.

"Emmm" Hera froze for a moment, then burst into a smile, "Yes, of course, just."

"I heard that most of Quirrell's salary was given to you." Dumbledore stared at Hera with his eyes, and the corners of his mouth had an irrefutable arc.

"Okay." Hera shrugged.

Sure enough, an old fox is an old fox.

"Hagrid told me the Whomping Willow was ransacked."

"Ah? Is that so? I don't know what's going on! Hahaha, I'm going back first. It's so late, I should go to bed."

Hera ran away from the principal's office without looking back. Fortunately, he thought that what he did in the Forbidden Forest was perfect, but he didn't expect Dumbledore, an old fox, to threaten him with this!
Damn!
In the principal's room, Dumbledore looked at the closed door, the faint smile on his face disappeared, and asked in a low voice, "Phineas, do you think it's okay to do this?"

Phineas hid in the photo frame, and there was a lady sitting beside him, chatting excitedly, and when he heard Dumbledore's question, he replied angrily: "You are the headmaster and I am the headmaster? I can figure it out! Don't disturb my communication with Ms. Stephanie."

Dumbledore pouted, didn't say anything, just paced around the principal's room for a long time.

(End of this chapter)