Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 417 Poor Merope - Our Lady's Heart Harry Potter
"So, Merope," Harry asked hesitantly, "Does that mean that Merope is You-Know-Who's mother?"

"That's right." Hera said, "We happened to have a look at his father. I wonder if you noticed?"

"The Muggle that Morfin attacked? The man on the horse?"

"Quite right." Hera nodded and said with a smile. It seemed that Harry wasn't that stupid. "That's right, that's old Tom Riddle, a handsome Muggle who often rode by the Gaunt's cabin. Merope Gaunt had a crush on him obsessively."

"They really got married later?" Harry asked in disbelief. Tom Riddle was indeed too handsome, while Merope looked more like an ugly duckling in comparison, and didn't the Gaunt family not allow marriages with people of other bloodlines?You know Riddle is a Muggle!
"I think you must have forgotten," Hera shook her head. "Merope is a witch. I think—or Dumbledore thinks so. When she is under her father's high-handed rule, her magical powers seem to be unable to fully exert, just like silence—do you know what silence is?"

Harry shook his head, it was the first time he had heard the term.

"Momoran is young wizards who suppress their magical powers in order to escape bad luck. However, due to lack of guidance, they did not learn to control and control their own power. Therefore, they derived a parasite—the dark magical power Momomo. The most well-known Momomo is Credence, who was bewitched by Grindelwald. He has caused huge troubles for the Ministry of Magic in the past." Hera changed the subject, "But obviously this is not what I intend to tell you. Let's get back to the topic."

"So, Riddle wasn't with Merope?" Harry asked.

Hera shook her head again, which confused Harry.

"Can you imagine what Merope would do to make Tom Riddle forget his Muggle lover and fall in love with her?"

"The Imperius Curse?" Harry speculated, "or the Love Potion?"

"Very well, I am more inclined that she used the love potion. I believe she will find it more romantic, and it will not be too difficult to operate." Hera said with a smile, "I have no doubt that the villagers of Little Hangleton will be shocked when they learn that the handsome Riddle has eloped with the tramp's daughter Merope."

"But it's definitely not as good as her father, Marvolo, is it?" Harry thought of him quickly.

"That's right, Marvolo was only released from prison after being imprisoned for six months. But I don't think he guessed that the development of things exceeded his expectations. Azkaban destroyed Marvolo's body, and he died before Morfin was released from prison." Hera sighed. The final ending of the Gaunt family was so funny, it really embarrasses Slytherin.

Fortunately, the Gaunt family has been submerged in history, and Hera is glad that he doesn't have to face a lot of great-grandchildren.

"What about Merope? Where did she go?" Harry still thought about Merope, who seemed to him a poor girl.

Well, well, damn the Heart of Our Lady!Hera complained in her heart, blaming Dumbledore for raising Harry to such a state in the past few years that it took a lot of effort to communicate between them.

"She died. Didn't the Dark Lord grow up in an orphanage?" Hera said, "I think, a few months after they eloped, maybe on a certain night, the love potion suddenly failed, and Riddle returned to Little Hangleton. This can also be found from the records of the year, and Merope was beside him."

"So Merope and Riddle are together?" Harry pressed anxiously.

"Yes, I suppose so, but obviously unhappy. Their marriage lasted only a short year. Perhaps Riddle couldn't stand it anymore, and he left Little Hangleton and her just before the baby was born, and never saw him again, nor did he bother to find out how his son was."

"What a poor woman," said Harry sadly.

"It's her own fault." Hera said indifferently, "Harry, I think it's time to call it a day. It's getting late."

"Okay, sir," said Harry.

He stood up, but didn't leave right away.

"Hera. Is it important to know the past of the mysterious person?"

"I think it's very important, and Dumbledore thinks so too." Hera said, "If you want to defeat your enemy, you must know him better than himself."

"So... does it have anything to do with that prophecy?"

"It has a lot to do with that prophecy."

"Okay," said Harry, though he still looked confused, but at least his doubts were gone.He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered a question, so he turned around again.

"Can I tell Ron and Hermione everything you told me? You said it before"

Hera stared at Harry for a while, "Of course, I think they are very trustworthy. But you must promise me that they will not tell anyone these things. I don't want a bunch of owls standing on my window frame tomorrow morning, asking me about the story of the Dark Lord's past."

This must be news that cannot be announced. If Voldemort finds out, I believe he will not be able to help but get rid of Hera.

"No, I promise only the three of us know. Good night." Harry turned around again and was about to leave. When he was about to reach the door, Hera stopped him.

"By the way, Harry, come to my place next Saturday, okay?" Hera said with a smile, pointing to the Pensieve, "Dumbledore still has a lot of memories, I'm afraid I can't finish them all at once."

"But Professor Snape—"

"I will explain to him." Hera nodded. "Also, bring your invisibility cloak to me when you come next time. I'll keep it for you for a while. I think you have to study hard during this time."

"Okay." Harry grimaced, took the doorknob with his hand, and left the office quickly.

After seeing Harry off, Hera let out a long sigh of relief, opened the drawer and took out the ring that caused Dumbledore to be cursed, and put it on the table, with a large, cracked black gem in the middle.

"The ring of the Gaunt family, the resurrection stone ring." Hera picked up the ring and put it in front of her eyes, staring firmly at the emblem hidden under the black gemstone.

A vertical line, a circle outside, and a triangle outside the circle.

Peverell Crest!

"The Elder Wand," Hera said, taking out her wand, "The Resurrection Stone," Hera put the ring on her finger, even though it didn't look so pretty, "the only thing left is the Invisibility Cloak."

"I'm really curious about what will happen when the Three Hallows of Death are collected." Hera murmured, he was only a little bit away from collecting the Three Hallows, as long as Harry "delivered" the Invisibility Cloak to his door, he would know what wonders were inside.

The "Story Collection of Poet Beedou" describes the three sacred vessels like this: Once upon a time, there were three brothers who were hurrying along a secluded narrow path, and it was almost dusk.As they walked, they came to a river that was too deep to wade through, and too dangerous to swim across.However, the three brothers were proficient in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared on the treacherous water.When they reached the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way.

Death spoke to them.The god of death was angry, and he lost three new offerings - because travelers usually drown in this river.But death is cunning.He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic, saying that they had escaped death with their cleverness, and each of them could get a reward.
What the boss wants is the most powerful wand in the world, the Elder Wand.What the second child wants is the ability to bring the dead back to life, and what the third child wants is something that can avoid death.And this is the legendary Three Hallows of Death.

In fact, legends are just legends after all, and Hera doesn't fully believe in the stories in the story collection, they are just legends after all.Hera thinks it is more likely that the Peverell brothers were powerful and dangerous wizards who managed to create these powerful artifacts.To Hera, the story of the Deathly Hallows seemed like some sort of legend that arose around these inventions.

"But I have to say, it's really interesting." Hera touched the black gemstone on the face of the ring, even though it had been broken into two halves.

After a while, Hera slowly stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Hella thought he could live a stable life for a few days, but early in the morning, the owl brought a message from Scrimgeour, the new minister of the Ministry of Magic.

In the Ministry of Magic, there is a copy of Dumbledore's will.Hera had to leave for the Ministry of Magic.

"I can't get a day of leisure!" Hera complained, but she put on her cloak honestly and was ready to leave.

"Are you going out again?" Penello yawned and got up from the bed, and saw Hera was about to go out again.

Hera's face collapsed helplessly, "I don't want to either, but you know that there will always be a lot of things coming to your door."

"I understand." Penello nodded, leaning on the door frame and watching Hera.

"How?" Hera finally straightened her neckline, looked up at Penello and asked with a smile.

"As handsome as when I first saw you." Penello said with a yawn.

Hera walked up to her pretending to be angry and scratched her nose, "You didn't even look at it."

"Okay, okay, very handsome, our Hera is the most handsome!" Penello didn't dodge, hugged Hera's waist tightly, and whispered, "Be careful, it's not as safe as before, and the Ministry of Magic is not so safe."

"Don't worry, I know." Hera sniffed the fragrance in Penello's hair, "Have you changed your shampoo?"

"Well, Professor Snape made it." Penello said with a chuckle.

"I thought he never washed his hair!" Hera puffed out, looking a little annoyed, for all these years, he had never seen Snape appear with clean and fresh hair.

Penello laughed, "I think he just can't take care of it, maybe he just needs an excuse to pick up his favorite crucible again."

"Everyone knows that he only loves the Crucible." Hera shrugged, "Okay, I'm going to go, I'd better get there as soon as possible."

"Go, go, I'll wait for you in the castle." Penello let go, allowing Hera to use Apparition.

Just when Hera was about to leave, Penello said suddenly: "By the way, there is a notice about the apparition class permission that you need to sign. You'd better come back as soon as possible."

"No problem—" Hera disappeared into the office as soon as she finished speaking.

Penello sighed looking at the place where Hera disappeared, looked out the window, ignored the owls squatting above, yawned and went back to the bedroom.

The Ministry of Magic, it was extremely noisy here, everyone hurriedly walked in the golden hall, no one cared that there was suddenly another person beside them.In fact, almost none of them cared who was coming in the visitor's passage, because they were almost dead busy and received cases of Death Eaters almost all the time.

But what is quite embarrassing is that they don't have enough manpower to prevent the case from happening. They can only follow behind like wipers to deal with the aftermath.Not to mention that the Auror office had mobilized most of its staff, and they had to be careful of the Death Eaters gathering to plan a bigger conspiracy.

Hera walked all the way to the elevator, and a few people recognized him, nodded to Hera, or whispered mournful words, mourning the death of Dumbledore.Hera just nodded slightly, without responding to them, and walked towards the minister's office with her head down.

Pushing open the door, Scrimgeour was sitting on a huge armchair with his eyes closed, looking extremely tired. He didn't even hear the sound of Hera coming in, which forced Hera to cough slightly to get his attention.

"Who!?" Scrimgeour jumped up from the chair, pulled out his wand almost instantly, and pointed it at Hera's chest.

"It's me, minister, you asked me to come here, and you said you wanted to give me something." Hera quickly raised her hands and explained.

"Oh, it's you, yes, yes." Scrimgeour let out a long sigh of relief, and sat back on the armchair as if deflated, "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"Sorry, I didn't make a sound when I came in." Hera said, looking at Scrimgeour, who looked much older than the last time we met, thin and haggard, with a stern expression.

"It's not your fault." Scrimgeour waved his hand. He stood up, walked to a large cabinet, buried his head in the rummaging inside, and said while searching, "I didn't expect you to come here so early. Last night, we just wiped out a meeting place of Death Eaters. I didn't have a good rest at all."

Hera's eyes flickered, but she didn't answer.

"Aha, I found it. That's right, this is it." Scrimgeour said happily, holding a roll of parchment. "This is Dumbledore's will, and now it's time for you to know." He spread the parchment on the table.

It read: "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, when you see this paper, I have already."

(End of this chapter)