Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 416 This is left to you by Dumbledore, accept it.

"Yeah, that's right." Hagrid said again, and he had completely regarded Hera and Harry as one.

"Hagrid, we all know it's hard for them to fit Care of Fantastic Beasts into their timetable, they have to prepare for their graduation." Hera reassured, "They simply can't choose so many subjects."

"Well, I'd known," said Hagrid gruffly, "even if you gave them permission to use the Time-Turner."

"We don't need it anymore," said Hermione, a little embarrassed. "When we were at the Ministry of Magic during the summer, we smashed the Ministry's Time-Turners."

"Huh? Why didn't I ever know about this?" Hera interrupted Hermione and asked puzzledly, he never knew about it.

"Perhaps the Ministry sees this as a denial of their abilities," said Harry, and Ron nodded in agreement.His mouth was stuffed with rock cakes.It seemed that he was really hungry, and he didn't simply want to win Hagrid's forgiveness. It was the first time Hera saw anyone other than Hagrid being so happy to eat rock cakes.

"Anyway, so," said Hagrid, "you can't help it. Sorry, I shouldn't be mad at you - I'm just sad for the unicorn, which is all I've got since Aragog disappeared, but I do have a little doubt, since Professor Graplan gave you a lesson -"

Hera heard a name - Aragog, that huge acromantula, if Hera hadn't "cleaned up" it with the Fierce Fire Curse in 1992, I'm afraid it is still happily multiplying with its descendants in the Forbidden Forest.

Fortunately, Hagrid didn't know about it!
Hera wasn't going to tell Hagrid about it either, let it be a secret, Hagrid would never know.

So, Hera was silent, but the three little wizards did not. They almost immediately denounced Professor Graplan, who had taught Hagrid a few times, and insisted that she was a particularly bad teacher.

"Professor Graplan will be very sad if he hears this." Hera thought silently in his heart, but he didn't intend to say this, because Hagrid obviously became emotional after hearing what they said.

When dusk fell, Hagrid stood outside the house and waved goodbye to them, much different from before.

"Harry, can you come to my office later?" Hera called to Harry as they walked through the dark, empty field.

"Is there any latest news? About You-Know-Who?" Hermione asked nervously. She was always the smartest of the three of them, so she asked immediately before Harry and Ron could react.

"Oh, of course not." Hera rubbed Hermione's hair. She had already grown into a beautiful little wizard. "What you have to do now is to study in school and don't need to think about things outside of school. As for Harry."

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Dumbledore wants to give you something, and I think you'll tell Hermione and Ron anyway, so—" Hera paused, the meaning of the words was obvious, but if Harry knew, he would definitely tell his two best friends.

Harry smiled awkwardly, which made him look like a very uninitiated person, but there was no doubt that Hera was right, and he had no excuses to refute.

"There is nothing to hide between us, we are all on the same ground." Hera's tone became firm, "This is also what Dumbledore meant, we must be united."

The three little wizards nodded.

"Okay, you go to the auditorium to have dinner, I think you must be very hungry." Hera smiled, "Harry ate at least two plates of rock cakes, I hope your teeth are still good."

"No!" Harry yelled sadly, "I feel that my back molars are not very good. When I was eating rock cakes, there was an ominous rattle."

Ron suddenly turned his head to look at Harry, "Harry, have we forgotten something? Confinement!"

"Confinement!" Harry and Hermione screamed.

"What confinement?" Hera asked suspiciously. Could it be that Harry was about to start confinement life when school just started?
"Professor Snape, because I didn't use the silent spell correctly, and knocked Snape down." Harry said bitterly, "I didn't mean to."

"But that's really pretty!" said Ron, giggling happily.

"You really shouldn't have said that." Hermione frowned at Ron, which reminded Ron that Hera and Snape were good friends, and he quickly covered his mouth.

"I didn't mean that—"

"It's okay, I don't think Severus will care about such a small thing." Hera said with a chuckle, "I will tell Severus, Harry will go to detention next week."

"Okay," said Harry, almost impatient to get back to the castle for dinner to fill his hungry stomach.

Hera nodded and quickened her pace, "Very good. The new password is" His voice was a little deeper, "Dumbledore."

"Oh——" Harry's expression also turned sour, he remembered the sad things, and the rest of the journey became silent.

Until the evening, from one minute to eight o'clock, Hera was waiting for Harry in the office. He took a copy of "Transfiguration Today" on the table and casually flipped through it. This was Dumbledore's favorite. After he left, Hera did not move them out of the office, but put them neatly on the bookshelf.

Harry knocked lightly on the door.

"See you." It was Hera's voice.

"Good evening, sir," Harry said as he walked into the office.

"Well, good evening, Harry, sit down." Hera glanced at the bedroom door next to her. "It's just the two of us here, so you don't have to worry too much."

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"I think you must be very busy, the class is very stressful, and you are going to be locked up with Severus."

"Hmm." Harry didn't know what to say, but fortunately Hera's expression was not very severe.

"We both know Severus isn't that into you, so let's skip that," Hera said.

While speaking, Harry secretly looked around, trying to guess what Dumbledore entrusted Hera to give him.The circular office looked the same as it had always done - exactly as it had been in Dumbledore's presence, with fine silverware swirling on spindly-legged tables and emitting little puffs of disgust.The portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses dozed off in their respective frames.The perch behind the door was empty, and Harry knew that was where Forks had once been.

But after Dumbledore passed away, no one saw Fox again. He must have mourned too much and didn't want to come to this world again.

"I think, Harry," Hera said in a serious tone, "you must be wondering what Dumbledore left for you, and I plan to buy it for you."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, Dumbledore thinks you've figured out what prompted the Dark Lord to kill you in 15 years, and he thinks it's time for you to know something."

A moment's pause.

"Dumbledore said he would tell me everything," said Harry, trying to sound as if it was true, because Hera was obviously not sure if it was true.

"I can only promise that I will tell you everything I know, at least what Dumbledore wants you to know." Hera said calmly, he didn't care about Harry's words, but he had to make sure that Harry knew everything he should know.

And let him know his responsibilities at the right time.

"I'll tell you everything I know. From here on out, we're going to leave solid grounds of fact and travel together through the dim swamp of memory into intricate wild guesses," said Hera, staring into Harry's watery green eyes.

"So, is what you are going to tell me related to that prophecy? Is it to help me survive?" Harry asked tentatively, "Dumbledore must have told that prophecy, right?"

"Dumbledore told me a lot. If you are referring to the prophecy made by Professor Trelawney, I have no doubt about it." Hera said lightly, "In fact, Dumbledore told me as early as we discovered Quirrell's anomaly."

"You have already discovered Quirrell's anomaly?" Harry shouted.

"Uh" Hera's thinking froze for a second, and he seemed to say something that shouldn't be said, he laughed twice, "I don't think it's important, right? Right now, obviously we have more important things."

"Oh, yes, yes." Harry nodded reluctantly, he couldn't turn the corner for a while, he needed a good stroke after leaving the office.

"Back to the point, what I want to tell you is obviously related to that prophecy." Hera said, trying to keep her tone as casual as possible, as if they were discussing the weather. "Of course I hope this will help you survive."

Hera stood up, ignored Harry's nervous little face, took out the Pensieve from her pocket, and put it on the table with a bang.

"This is a very interesting prop, it can help—" Hera introduced Harry, but he had just started talking when Harry interrupted him and spit out the name of the Pensieve.

"The Pensieve, I've fallen into it once."

"Oh, well, it looks like I can save myself a lot of talking." Hera nodded, and he remembered that when he used Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as Dumbledore, Harry had fallen into the Pensieve, and they talked for a while.

"Come on, Harry, take my arm and you follow me into the Pensieve." Hella stretched out her forearm and placed it in front of Harry.Harry gritted his teeth and took Hera's arm.

"Where are we going?"

"Take a trip into Dumbledore's memory, first... let me see Bob Ogden's memory." Hera took out her wand and stirred in the Pensieve.

"Who's Bob Ogden?" Harry asked.

"He was an officer of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Hera said. "I think he's been dead for a while. But apparently Dumbledore got hold of his memory before he died and convinced him. Well, don't ask me too much, I'm just guessing. Now, let's go in and see Ogden's memory."

Hera leaned forward and plunged headlong into the silvery substance, and Harry gripped Hera's forearm with nervous tension.Feet off the ground, through the swirling darkness, down, down.Suddenly, strong sunlight hit their faces.

Just a few seconds ago, they were still in the dark, and they could only see everything around them by the fireplace and candlelight. Suddenly they switched to the memory of summer, and the sunlight blinded them.

They were standing on a country lane between tall, tangled hedgerows of shrubs and overhead a summer sky clear and blue like forget-me-nots.

This memory is about the story of the Gaunt family. Morfin Gaunt attacked a Muggle-of course, in his words, he just taught a Muggle a lesson, but it was obviously against wizarding laws.The Ministry of Magic sent Ogden to investigate.In their memory, they saw the last three recorded members of the Gunter family, Marvolo Gunter, Morfin Gunter, and their little sister, Merope Gunter, whom they despised.

"How's the girl in the cabin?" Harry asked immediately after leaving the Pensieve. "It's that Merope or something?"

"Oh, she survived," Hera said as she sat down behind the table again, and motioned for Harry to sit down as well, "Marvolo and Morfin were subdued by Aurors, even though they are descendants of Slytherin," Hera said, her mouth twitching, his descendants obviously had a bad brain. "The Wizengamot condemned them, but apparently it was of no avail, and they remained dead set."

"Does Parseltongue have anything to do with Voldemort—the mysterious man?" Harry asked suspiciously, the scene of them communicating with the snake clearly appeared in his memory just now.

"I'm glad you noticed that, I think you've already been able to tell if Parseltongue is being used." Hera smiled approvingly, but he couldn't help it soon, and he suddenly remembered Tom—not the Voldemort Tom, but the Black Mamba Tom.Hera hadn't seen it for a while.

But that obviously doesn't matter, it's just an insignificant snake.Can it still upset the sky?
"So do they have anything to do with the mysterious man?"

"They are the elders of the Dark Lord, and that old man is the grandfather of the Dark Lord, yes." Hera said, "Marvolo, her son Morfin, and her daughter Merope are the last descendants of the Gaunt family. It is a very ancient wizard family known for its restlessness and violence."

Harry didn't notice that Hera was slightly embarrassed when she said this.His mind was full of Voldemort. di
(End of this chapter)