Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 418 Dumbledore's Another Legacy
"When you see this piece of paper, I have already passed away. Don't be sad. This is a destined thing. I hope my death can bring strength to those who are still fighting."

Scrimgeour remained silent. He quietly watched Hera read Dumbledore's will several times from top to bottom. Hera's expression became solemn.

"Did Dumbledore leave anything behind?" After a while, Hera carefully folded the parchment and put it in the inner pocket of the cloak, where the chest was, and raised her head to ask.

"Of course, I think his legacy is quite a lot, which is far beyond our imagination." Scrimgeour said.

"Dumbledore has been dead for more than two months, why did it take so long to tell me about it?"

"You were too sad at the time, and we agreed that we needed to give you some time, as well as us." Scrimgeour said, "It was supposed to be handed over to you in mid-August, but what happened later was beyond our imagination. The Mysterious Man and his subordinates were not safe for a moment and were constantly wreaking havoc everywhere. The Ministry of Magic had to devote itself to the cause of resisting them. I think this is understandable."

Hera nodded, with a contemptuous smile, "Give you time to check what he left for me? I don't think you have the right to do so."

"Of course I have the right." Scrimgeour looked at Hera with cold, scrutinizing eyes. "According to the "Justice Forfeiture Act", the Ministry of Magic has the right to confiscate things designed by the will—"

"Then Dumbledore left something evil?" Hera asked.

"I don't think so," said Scrimgeour. "Most of Dumbledore's finances—his private library, his magical instruments, and other personal possessions—bequeathed Hogwarts. But he bequeathed a few things specifically to you."

Hera looked at Scrimgeour stiffly, but did not respond.

Scrimgeour continued, "I think you and Dumbledore must be very close. Of course, I think everyone knows this. Everyone who attended his funeral saw it clearly—"

"Can we be more direct? I have to go back to Hogwarts as soon as possible, and I can't be away from school for too long." Hera interrupted Scrimgeour, who was very uncomfortable hearing this.

Scrimgeour sat upright, crossed his hands on the table, and said in a majestic voice: "You must tell me what news Dumbledore has left. We need to share information. You'd better tell me something useful, such as Dumbledore and you discussing secrets and ways of passing secret information?"

"Obviously not, Mr. Minister." Hera sat back and straightened her back, still smiling faintly.

"It seems that we need to be more honest," Scrimgeour said with a sneer. "Then, what I am most concerned about is the Order of the Phoenix. What exactly does it exist for? Who are its people? What kind of things did it do?"

"I can only say," Hera no longer smiled, "The members of the Order of the Phoenix are all brave and fearless unsung heroes. They are all tenacious people. The existence of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​only to resist the Dark Lord, and it is only to resist the Dark Lord."

"So, you don't plan to act with the Ministry of Magic?" Scrimgeour rubbed his temples, looking very headache, "The Ministry is completely short of manpower. If the Order of the Phoenix joins, I think—"

"Can you be sure that the Ministry of Magic is monolithic?"

"What do you mean?" Scrimgeour seemed a little taken aback, but he was obviously not a fool, and soon he understood what Hera meant.He took advantage of his face and looked very gloomy, "I have to admit that there are many weak-willed wizards, but I have to use them. If those guys are lost, the Ministry of Magic will completely collapse."

"This is the meaning of the Order of the Phoenix." Hera pressed her upper body forward, crossed her hands on the table like Scrimgeour, and their faces were almost touching. "If the Ministry of Magic is defeated internally, then the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the last hope of the wizarding world. I can't let it live and die with the Ministry of Magic."

"This is obviously unwise. Only by uniting everything can we have the possibility of victory." Scrimgeour looked sullen, looking very unhappy.

Hera shrugged helplessly, and looked at Scrimgeour playfully, "I really can't have much trust in the Ministry of Magic. Of course it doesn't refer to Mr. Minister, but to those guys in the shadows, those guys who have been hiding in the Ministry since 17 years ago."

Scrimgeour's complexion became very ugly. He sighed and said helplessly: "I haven't taken over the Ministry of Magic for a long time. During Fudge's tenure, many families have become an integral part of maintaining the operation of the Ministry of Magic. Some of them are speculators, but it is undeniable that more people have seen the end of following the mysterious man, and they will not fall into the arms of the mysterious man again."

"How did you determine that?" Hera asked with a chuckle.

Scrimgeour couldn't answer. Before he took over as the Minister of Magic, he was just the director of the Auror office. His daily job was to accept tasks, lead the team out, and complete tasks. He didn't know much about the circles in the Ministry.

Even his trust in the Ministry of Magic is only stuck in the inherent impression of the past.

"You have obviously noticed that the Death Eaters have been too active recently, and the Ministry of Magic can only eat ashes behind them." Hera continued, "Therefore, I don't think it is a good decision for the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic to act together. This is what Dumbledore meant."

Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his lips moved slightly: "So, did Dumbledore leave any information?"

"It's just a simple reasoning. Dumbledore never planned to integrate the Order of the Phoenix into the Ministry of Magic during the darkest years." Hera lowered her head and straightened the cuffs of her cloak. He was already planning to leave. Scrimgeour was a little too naive, so naive that even made Hera laugh!
He even imagined that the pure-blood families would be on the side of the Ministry of Magic.

The world of adults does not talk about dreams, but only about interests.Pure-blood families would only stand on the side of interests, and right now, Voldemort was obviously stronger. Without Dumbledore's deterrence, it would only be a matter of time before Voldemort defeated the Ministry of Magic.

If the Order of the Phoenix were tied to the Ministry of Magic ship at this moment, it would be a matter of time before the ship sank.

Scrimgeour's complexion was so foul that Hera could almost read his thoughts clearly.

"Don't blame me for speaking directly, Mr. Minister—" Hera's words were suddenly interrupted. He felt a thought plugged into his brain, but he quickly put it aside. Fortunately, Scrimgeour didn't notice Hera's abnormality. He continued, "If the Ministry of Magic is willing to share all the secrets, I think we are happy to help. After all, our sources of information are not as convenient as the Ministry of Magic."

After a long silence, Scrimgeour picked up the coffee cup on the table with a livid face, and said, "The coffee is cold."

"Well, I hope you can think about what I just said." Hera stood up, knowing that Scrimgeour was driving him away, "By the way, where do I need to go to get what Dumbledore left behind?"

"Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Scrimgeour's voice.

"Thank you."

Hera quickly left the minister's office, but instead of going back to the elevator at the end of the corridor, he turned around and entered another room.

"Umbridge, what have you received?"

"Master, an invitation from the Dark Lord." Umbridge handed over an envelope with dull eyes, and a terrifying logo was clearly drawn on the cover: it was a gigantic skeleton made up of countless emerald-green star-like things, and a large python protruded from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

"The Dark Mark, it seems that the Dark Lord really wrote it." Hera took the envelope and quickly opened the letter. The content inside was not long, and even the content was very direct.

The content of the letter was basically an invitation to Umbridge to join the Death Eaters. They heard what happened to Umbridge and were happy to invite Umbridge to join them and realize her ambition.

Hera had to admit that if Umbridge hadn't been under his Imperius Curse, she would have been one of the first wizards to fall for Voldemort.With Fudge's downfall, Umbridge also lost power and was suspended by the Ministry of Magic for inspection, although she has now been assigned the position of Secretary to the Minister.But compared to the powerful power before, with Fudge's backing, it can be said that there is a world of difference.

"Early tomorrow, write back and tell them that you agree to their request, but they must find a way to make you a deputy minister." Hera deliberated for a long time before giving Umbridge a reply.This is something he has thought about carefully, and it fits Umbridge's character very well.If she didn't ask for anything, joining the Death Eaters immediately would be more likely to arouse suspicion.People with flaws are obviously not that scary, and the Death Eaters must think they have Umbridge under control, after all she cares most about power.

"Yes, Master." Umbridge nodded blankly.

"Very well, notify me if there is any abnormality." Hera confessed and hurriedly left Umbridge's office. Staying here for too long is obviously very dangerous--Umbridge is an eyeliner he buried in the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters. If Hera and Umbridge were connected, it would be a waste of all previous efforts.

But what Hera didn't expect was that as soon as he returned to the corridor and was closing the door, a figure suddenly came from the corner.

It was Richfar Heilig.

Hera suddenly became nervous. In fact, until now, he didn't know Richfa's position, and could only vaguely guess that he represented the power of the saints.

But Richfardi just looked at the documents in his hand, and hurried past Hera without even looking at Hera.

Hera breathed a sigh of relief, quickly left the corridor and disappeared around the corner.

When Richfa heard the footsteps gradually going away, he stopped, looked at the direction where Hera disappeared, with a smile on his lips, then sorted out the documents, turned them into the previous appearance, knocked on the door and walked into the minister's office.

In the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hera obtained the inheritance left by Dumbledore, a extinguisher, a house, a house in Godric's Hollow, it seems that it should be left by the Dumbledore family.

"What did he leave me for the property of the Dumbledore family?" Hera thought suspiciously, but still took over the title deed from the staff.

"Maybe he hid clues about the Dark Lord's Horcrux inside?" Hera could only guess like this. In fact, he felt that he was being led by the nose by Dumbledore all the time, and things left by Dumbledore were constantly being passed to his hands.But the more this happened, the more Hera felt a bit of fear. How much did Dumbledore plan?What other plans did he have to hide from Hera?
Hera didn't know these things.But he knew one thing, if he followed Dumbledore's plan, his end would definitely not be much better than Harry's!

Just look at him and see how he could use his life as a force to unify the wizarding world, and his death as a trap against Voldemort.It was hard for Hera to believe that he cared about Hera's life while carrying out his plan.

Perhaps in Dumbledore's eyes, Hera is just a chess piece that can die well.After all, he himself is just a pawn on the chessboard.

Hera quickly returned to Hogwarts. He didn't want to waste too much time and energy in the Ministry of Magic, mainly because he couldn't be sure that the Ministry of Magic was safe for him.After all, according to Snape, Voldemort was secretly poking at Hera. Maybe he hadn't made up his mind yet, but once Bellatrix found out about the news, she would definitely do it directly. Whether it was contacting her sister and brother-in-law of the Malfoy family, or taking action herself, she would definitely do something.

It was snowing outside, and Hera stood in front of the window of the principal's office, sipping hot cocoa.

"What's the gain in going to the Ministry of Magic?" Penello leaned up from behind.

"A house, the property of the Dumbledore family." Hera put the cup on the windowsill and put his hands on it. He could feel Penello's body stiffen behind him, but soon became soft again.After a while, Penello's voice came faintly in my ear:

"So, are you going out again?"

"You know, there is no way." Hera said helplessly, "I must find out everything Dumbledore left behind and what he is going to do, otherwise we have no chance of winning."

"Dumbledore is the person the mysterious man fears the most, he must have planned everything, right?" Penello asked in a low voice.

Hera was silent, he turned around and hugged Penello tightly, as if he wanted to integrate him into his body. "I also think so."

The methods and measures around the school became more and more stringent. The professors took out their housekeeping skills and tirelessly strengthened the school's barriers over and over again, just to prevent accidents from happening. Whether it was Death Eaters or werewolves, they would cause terrible harm to the students.

Until mid-October, the students of this semester were going to Hogsmeade for the first time, and all the faculty and staff were extremely nervous.
(End of this chapter)