Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 427 Beware of Malfoy!
"Why can't you tell me, I can—"

"I know what your plan is! You want to take my credit!"

After another pause, Hera could clearly hear Snape's breathing becoming heavier, and I believe Draco must have heard it clearly.

Snape finally spoke, and he said coldly, "You talk like a child, and I understand that your father's imprisonment upsets you, but—"

The words seemed to anger Draco, and he turned and left the room almost instantly.

Snape's pupils trembled, and Hera could even see the anger in his heart.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Draco strode down the corridor without looking back, past the open door of Professor Slughorn's office, and disappeared around the corner.

"You heard it all." Snape sat down on the chair all of a sudden, rubbing his head with a headache, "I can't think of any other helpers for him, but there is no doubt that Bellatrix is ​​definitely standing behind him."

If this scene is seen by others, it will definitely feel very strange.

Hera took off the Invisibility Cloak she was wearing and sat across the table from Snape.

"There is no doubt about it, but I think he must have more helpers, but Bellatrix won't give him that much confidence." Hera's expression was also not very good, and he rubbed his forehead lightly, "But I don't think it is completely harmless, at least they don't know that they have been exposed."

"Will that be good news?" Snape said coldly, obviously not agreeing with Hera's words.

"At least Draco won't come up and cast a Killing Curse on me." Hera shrugged. If it was Death Eaters, they would definitely not be stingy with a Killing Curse as long as Voldemort asked.

"That's right." Snape nodded, but didn't say anything more.

After a while, Hera suddenly said, "Severus, I think you'd better keep your distance from Malfoy."

Snape glanced at Hera.

"The Dark Lord knows that we are getting close. If he has doubts about me, he must have doubts about you." Hera explained, "If the Dark Lord knows that we have figured out Malfoy, it is definitely not good news."

"Do you take me for a stupid Gryffindor?" Snape looked at Hera rather comically, which made Hera a little embarrassed.

Hera felt that she could be infected by the stupid lion of Gryffindor. Talking to Snape didn't explain everything like Harry and Sirius. It only needed a little mention for Snape to understand what Hera meant.

Heran pursed his lips, "Okay, I think I'll go back first, I think Malfoy trusts you quite a bit, and I guess it only takes a little time to pry his mouth open."

"Obviously he's just a child." Snape said coldly, he stood up, his whole person looked even more stern, and his whole person was hidden in the shadows.

"Don't tell me you care about this." Hera frowned.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and his voice was low and low: "Of course not."

"Severus, don't forget what we did all this for." Hera stood up and patted Snape on the shoulder, "It's only us, and we must be careful not to make any mistakes."

Snape didn't speak, he just sat there with his head bowed so quietly.

Hera thought he was thinking about how to deal with Draco, sighed lightly and left the classroom.He still has to go back and explain to Penello about Malfoy, at least not to make Penello treat him as an ordinary student—what if Draco attacks Penello?

When he returned to the principal's office, Penello was already sitting obediently on the sofa, and the previous long skirt had been replaced with a more convenient robe on weekdays.

"What do you want to tell me?" Penello looked at Hera, and she vaguely guessed that she was about to know his secret.

Hera took a deep breath and put her hands on her shoulders, "Penello, you have to make sure you are prepared, what I'm going to say next may scare you."

"Let's talk about it, I don't think I'm that fragile yet." Penello smiled and stroked Hera's cheek with one hand, "Let me help you share."

Hera shook her head and smiled wryly in her heart. He didn't intend to tell Penello everything, it was enough to pick out some things that would let her know.

"The first thing I want to say is that the castle is no longer safe."

"Ah."

"Yes, you heard me right, the castle is indeed unsafe—" Hera was a little surprised to find that Penello was unusually calm, and it could even be said that she was not surprised at all, "Aren't you surprised?"

"Please, a student was attacked and sent to St. Mungo's two days ago. Maybe the castle can still be considered safe?" Penello said with a chuckle, and she stroked Hera's broken hair that fell from the side. "It's not just you who are concerned about the safety of the castle."

"You are really beyond my imagination, what you do is even better than I imagined." Hera admired sincerely.

"I just don't want you to worry, I believe you will tell me at the right time." Penello said firmly, looking into Hera's eyes.

"of course."

"Then go on and see, I don't think there's anything that can scare me."

"Okay, you must be wary of Draco Malfoy, he is under the Dark Lord." Hera nodded, her expression became serious.

Penello looked stunned and surprised, and in just a few seconds, he became worried again, "But he is just a student, how could the mysterious man use him?"

"Because of Big Malfoy, I think you must have read from the newspapers that he was imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic. Even if he hid it well, Scrimgeour would not let him go." Hera said softly, "And he hasn't looked for the Dark Lord for so many years. I think this is the Dark Lord's punishment for his family."

"So, Draco is also a poor child, right?" Penello said, stroking Hera's face.

Hera nodded, "Yes, in fact, I don't think he is willing to sit still. He even intends to be discovered by us. If he really wants to kill me, he doesn't need such a lame method. To be honest, it's really too lame. I almost doubt whether he has the intention to do it."

"But he did," Penello said. "He has threatened the safety of the castle, and I think he'd better—"

"Penello, you have to be clear about one thing. I can't define him because of his identity. He has no choice, just like me back then." Hera sighed long, "Remember what I told you? When I just left Hogwarts, I couldn't find a job in Diagon Alley. As soon as they heard my name, they immediately shook their heads and refused to dodge, as if I would pull out my wand and kill them in the next second."

"But this is different, you didn't hurt anyone!" Penello said firmly, "I still think Draco should be dismissed or fired."

"I don't think he wants to do this either. He didn't do it voluntarily. If he didn't do it, the Dark Lord would kill him." Hera sighed and stroked Penello's hair gently. "I think he still has room to save. His life shouldn't be like this. I should give him a chance, give him a chance to choose again, just like Dumbledore."

Penello was silent, she held Hera tightly in her arms, and after a while, she said, "I think you are right." Her voice was not loud, but Hera could hear it clearly.

"Thank you." Hera buried herself in Penello's arms even harder. "You just have to pretend you don't know about it. I'll give him time, and Severus will persuade him."

"Ah."

"Be careful that he shoots at you."

"With you here, I'm not worried." Penello said with a smile.

In the days that followed, everything seemed to be the way it used to be. The Ministry of Magic reported many successes. Under the leadership of Scrimgeour, the Death Eaters seemed to have become black dogs for a while, and there was no news of Voldemort for a long time. Even Snape rarely saw him, but only heard that Voldemort was studying some terrible magic.

Until Christmas, most of the students chose to go home for the holidays. They couldn't wait to go back home to see how their parents were doing, or simply wanted to spend more time with them.Undoubtedly, none of them wanted to find a Dark Mark above the house when they returned home.

"I didn't expect so many students to choose to go home." Penello seemed to have a headache in the office. She and Hera had to repeatedly ensure the safety of the students, not only during the journey from school to Hogsmeade, but also on the train, on the platform, and the students' return.

"The liaison officer from the Ministry of Magic asked me if I could not approve the students' approval." Hera shrugged helplessly. "They obviously know that this is impossible, but they still don't give up."

"I think it's because the battle ahead has reached a fierce stage, and they can't tell the difference." Penello leaned back on the chair, emptying her mind. Her mind was almost full of various documents these days.

"I heard that St. Mungo's doesn't even have a spare bed right now, and people are always leaving the hospital bed, and new people are being pushed into the ward." Hera said, "Even if the newspapers are very exciting, I still don't have much confidence in the Ministry of Magic."

"Death Eaters are only a minority after all, aren't they? Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic defeated them?" Penello asked distressedly, she couldn't stand such a day.

Hera shook her head, "Because they always have all kinds of black magic alchemy props in their hands, sometimes one Death Eater will drag several Aurors, and they will even set traps. You also know that the Ministry of Magic can only follow behind them and follow their tracks."

"I really hope that such days will end as soon as possible!" Penello complained.

Hera raised her eyebrows and turned her head to look out the window. The students were still practicing Quidditch on the field. The cold weather could not dampen their enthusiasm.

"I'm afraid such days are not far off."

"Will the Ministry of Magic win soon?"

"I think both sides are waiting for a big battle, and this day will not be too long." Hera's voice was very low, and he had an ominous premonition that when Voldemort reappeared, it might be the end of everything.

Without Dumbledore, who could stop him?

Hera held the Elder Wand in his pocket. To be honest, even with the legendary Elder Wand, he didn't have much confidence in himself.

That's the Dark Lord!

"Okay, I think we should think about how to spend our Christmas." Hera stood up, walked behind Penello, and gently massaged her shoulders.

Penello smiled lightly, "I think it's good to be in the castle, anyway, we can't leave the castle, maybe it would be good to ask the professors to go out for a drink together."

"Then I think it's enough to ask the house-elf to prepare for us. I don't think Hogsmeade is that safe." Hera said with some headaches. He hadn't figured out how the opal necklace was designed, and Hogsmeade was obviously not safe right now.If the professors have all had a drink in Hogsmeade, in case someone attacks them
That was just horrible.

Hera wouldn't bet against it.

"Then I will inform the kitchen." Penello nodded, "Should I invite the Order of the Phoenix? I think they also need to relax. Although you refused to tell me anything, I think they must be exhausted." She turned her head and looked at Hera.

"I think the best thing for them is to hide in the dark." Hera stopped and looked at Penello, "We can't expose them to danger."

"Well, for the sake of victory." Penello said with little interest, "I still want to get to know them."

"There will be a chance, we will win, and they will all attend our wedding." Hera said, but his tone was very low, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"By the way, Harry applied to the Burrow, should we agree?" Penello picked up an application form with Harry Potter's name clearly written on it.

Hera took the application form and looked it over, "I can't think of any reason for rejection. I think Arthur and Molly will be very happy to meet Harry and the others."

"Then I think their house will be very lively this year." Penello picked up the quill casually and wrote the word 'permitted' on the bottom, "Professor McGonagall was not sure about this matter, so he gave a special warning."

"I can't think of a safer place than The Burrow." Hera smiled. "Maybe we can visit them. I think they will be very happy to meet you. They are all very nice people."

"I know this, how can someone who can be friends with you be a bad person?" Penello turned around and put his arms around Hera's waist, holding him tightly.

Hera knew that the pressure on her was too great, which was beyond her tolerance. After all, she was only a student who had graduated for two years, and she was just 20 years old.

Hera patted Penello on the back lightly and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, we will win, that day is not far away, and everyone will survive."

Penello's voice was crying, "We have to live——to live—you are not allowed—"

(End of this chapter)