Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 434 Avada—I Said, I Said!spare my life!
"Dear Hera, I've spent nearly three months at Bojinbok's store, but I haven't gained anything yet. I don't know if I can. I heard that XXX is a little abnormal near Romania, maybe I can help you go there to find out the news
Your loyal Mundungus. "

Hera crumpled up the letter casually and threw it into the fireplace. Mundungus's letter was not too long, only about a foot or so, but the really useful words in it were probably only the first two sentences, and most of the rest were expounding how hard he had been searching for information during the past few months in Knockturn Alley.

If Hera didn't know Mundungus very well, she might really have believed his plan.

As for the crossed-out "XXX" on the letter, Hera carefully identified it, and it seemed to be the word "Thunderbird". Mundungus definitely heard some rumors from somewhere, and wanted to go to the smuggling border to get a piece of the action. He obviously wrote the truth on the letter by accident, and then obliterated it in a hurry.

"Heh, if I really believed you, how could I be so stupid?" Hera sighed, "It seems that I still need to go to Knockturn Alley." He moved his body on the armchair, and felt that his body was creaking everywhere. "I really don't want to go to Knockturn Alley."

The current Hera is no longer the former Hera. He is a little worried that as soon as he shows up in Knockturn Alley, he will be knocked down by the dark wizard there and sent to Voldemort's hands.

After all, those miscellaneous dark wizards in Knockturn Alley don't know the circle. According to the public information of the Ministry of Magic, Hera is still Dumbledore's successor and a decent person who succeeded the principal of Hogwarts.Only a small number of Death Eaters who were given the Dark Mark knew that Hera was the murderer who killed Dumbledore.

This is a somewhat complicated logic, but there is no doubt that it is indeed dangerous to show up rashly.

"But time waits for no one, I have to figure out what Malfoy is doing in the castle as soon as possible." Hera's eyes became tough, "He won't always use those low-level methods, I have to figure out."

"Penello!" Hera yelled, Penello came out of the bedroom, she came out of the bedroom, she felt a little uncomfortable when she got up early, and Hera left him in the bedroom to continue to rest.

"What's the matter, Hera?" The bedroom door opened a gap, and Penello poked his head out of the bedroom.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back in about an hour or two." Hera stood up, walked to Penello, and kissed her gently on the forehead.

Penello woke up immediately, and immediately asked: "Is there any danger?"

"It's nothing, I'll ask Moody to go with me," Hera said softly.

Penello nodded obediently, but his expression was still uncontrollably tense. It was obvious that this trip was extremely dangerous if Moody was to accompany him.

"Relax, I'll be back in a while." Hera repeated softly, and nodded on Penello's forehead, "If you feel unwell, remember to go to Madam Pomfrey."

"Well, I will." Penello covered his mouth and retched a little, "You—don't look at me, I might go to the bathroom."

"Okay." Hera quickly moved out of the way so that Penello could quickly go to the bathroom, and then put on the cloak on her own. The cold wind in England in January was quite harsh, and Hera had to wrap her head tightly to prevent the wind and snow from pouring into the cloak.

Apparating directly to the gate of Hogwarts—that is, the winged boar stone pillar, Hera stopped, looked around carefully, and shouted softly:

"Tonks~Tonks~"

"It's me today. Tonks suffered from a terrible illness some time ago, and is recuperating at home now." Moody walked crookedly on his artificial leg.

"It's good to see you," Hera stepped forward to hug Moody, "It saves me a lot of trouble, I'm still wondering where you will be."

"Oh? Finally remembered me as an old man?" Moody said angrily, "I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago, and there have been no missions. I have been silent for too long, and I even doubt whether I can fight."

"Haha, how is it possible, you are the bravest warrior." Hera scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "Actually, I wanted to visit you today."

"Tell me, kid, what's the matter."

"I'm planning to go to Bokinbok's shop to find out the news. I want to know what Malfoy's plans are." Hera said solemnly, putting away her smile.

Moody frowned, staring at Hera suspiciously through narrowed asymmetrical eyes.

"Are you Hera? Really?" He roared in a rough voice. "Everyone knows that Malfoy has been imprisoned in Azkaban. This is Scrimgeour's order, and everyone knows."

"It's not the big Malfoy, it's the little Malfoy, Alastor." Hera felt helpless, but patiently told Moody briefly about the little Malfoy.

"If you want me to say, you should arrest him and bring him to the Order of the Phoenix, let us torture him." Moody said viciously, he didn't think that some violent methods should be used against Death Eaters, and special methods should be used in special times.

"But I don't want to treat the students in the castle like this. I think until we figure out what he and the people behind him are trying to do, that's the time for us to act." Hera rubbed her head, Moody's irritable character gave him a headache.

Moody took out his curved wine bottle from his waist and drank it, "It's really cold today, I have to drink some wine to keep warm." He stretched the wine bottle towards Hera, "Do you want some?"

"If this trip goes well, I don't mind having a drink together after I get back. But, let's forget it now." Hera declined. "We had better choose to go, although it is still early, but I think the Bojinbok shop is open."

"I'll let him open the door." Moody said angrily, and at the same time his magic eyes rolled around, "The Ministry of Magic should have taken action on Bojinbok's shop a long time ago. It's a shame that he has been in business for so many years."

"Are you ready? Let's go!" Hera tilted her head and sighed, took out her wand and whispered, "Apparition."

Before Hera left his mouth, Moody tucked the curved wine bottle back into his waist with difficulty, slid out his wand nimbly, and whispered: "Apparition."

Knockturn Alley.

This small street, which is closely related to black magic, is deserted.As they walked forward, they looked in the windows, and it seemed that there were no customers in any store.This is normal though, and buying - or being seen buying - artifacts of the Dark Arts during these dangerous and suspicious times can give away your identity.

However, Diagon Alley, just across the street, was almost occupied by dark wizards. As far as Hera knew, there were at least a dozen newly opened stalls, and most of them were dark wizards who had wandered around in Knockturn Alley.Taking advantage of Voldemort's influence, they went to Diagon Alley to extort ordinary wizards.

The activities of these people are obviously illegal, but the current Ministry of Magic has absolutely no time to take care of them. They continue this special period to blackmail ordinary wizards.

"I must admit that the Ministry of Magic is still very useful." Hera rubbed her nose, looking at Diagon Alley through the dark alley, where many dilapidated stalls appeared.

"Leave them alone," Moody's magic eyes glanced in that direction and then turned back, "We have more important things to do right now, focus on it, Knockturn Alley is much more dangerous now than before."

"Maybe, but I believe that more dark wizards have gone to Diagon Alley." Hera sighed and said helplessly, and then followed Moody's pace as quickly as possible.He walked fast on his artificial leg, his wooden legs thumping in the empty street.

"Come on, Hera, you're so careless, we must always be on the alert." Moody's hands were bulging in his pockets, and it didn't take a second to guess that he was supposed to grip his wand tightly.

Hera shook her head, quickly passed Moody, walked in front of him, and pushed open the door of Bojinbok shop first.

It took them a lot of effort to pass through the box full of skeletons and old bottles. Hera sat down on the high stool in front of the bar, turned her head and gave Moody a slight smile, then tapped the table with her knuckles, and shouted: "Mr. Borgin."

"Morning--who--Hera?" Mr. Borgin came out of a door behind the bar angrily, his cloak hanging askew on him, evidently thrown on hastily.When he saw Hera, he was obviously taken aback, and then looked at Hera with a complicated expression.

"You shouldn't have come here." Mr. Bojin said in a low voice. He stretched his neck hard and looked in the direction of the door, as if to confirm whether there was any 'little tail' following Hera.

Hera shook her head and said helplessly, "I have no choice, I have to come here."

"If you want to inquire about any news," Mr. Bojin glanced at Moody fearfully, with resentment and fear in his eyes, "Sorry, I don't have any news you want to know."

"Before I ask my question?"

"Before you ask your question," repeated Mr. Borgin, only with firmness.

"Bojin, you'd better think clearly." Hera leaned forward with a faint smile, and pressed it against Mr. Bojin's ear. The voice was not loud, but Bojin could hear it clearly. "Maybe I don't mind looking for clues from a pile of ruins—even if they are all destroyed, I have nothing to lose. Maybe I achieved my goal by accident."

"how could you do this?"

"Of course we can do this." Moody yelled at Mr. Borgin angrily. He took out his wand and pressed it hard on Mr. Borgin's neck. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing here. I don't have any sympathy for you."

"You must know who he is, right?" Hera said with a smile, patting the table with her palm lightly, making a thumping sound.Mr. Bokin shuddered at the sound. "Almost forgot, our Mr. Bokin is a regular customer of Auror's office, and he must be more familiar with Alastor Moody."

"Hera, this is illegal. Even the Ministry of Magic can't slander me out of thin air." Mr. Bogin pointed his toes and looked at the wand resting on his chin in fear. His body trembled slightly, but his voice trembled much more violently.

"Haha." Hera clapped her hands and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Borgin. "Of course, not even the Ministry of Magic. But we are not the Ministry of Magic, are we?"

Mr. Bokin's face turned pale, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead to his cheeks and neck, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off.

"There are attacks every day, people die every day, and innocent people are forced to meet the news of the death of their loved ones every day," Hera's voice was slow, but every word seemed to hit Mr. Bojin's heart.

"You can't do that!" Mr. Borgin was still struggling, his hands resting on the table, as Moody's wand poked harder and harder.

"Then let us take a look." Hera sneered, "Alastor, let's do it. We have enough time to slowly find clues."

Moody's ugly wrinkled face pulled a cruel smile, "Avada—"

"Enough is enough, stop, I say! I say!" cried Mr. Borgin, closing his eyes.

Hera waved her hand, and Moody exhaled, relaxing his wand a little, giving Mr. Borgin a chance to breathe.

"They will definitely take revenge on me, and they won't let me go." Mr. Bojin said with despair on his face.

Hera reached out and grabbed Mr. Borgin's neck, and Moody put down his wand in good time, "You can choose to wait for their revenge, maybe you still have time to escape. Of course, you can also choose to die bravely, I think they will avenge you."

Mr. Bojin suddenly opened his eyes and gave Hera a hard look, "They won't, they never care about the lives of people like us."

"It's best if you know." Hera stepped up her hand, and Bojin was pinched out of breath, kicking his feet on the table legs, but he just couldn't break free from Hera's iron hand.

When Mr. Borgin was about to pass out, Hera shook him off and slammed him hard on the table.

"Can you talk now?"

"Ahem—of course—sir." Mr. Bojin rubbed his neck and stared at Hera resentfully. If gazes could kill, Hera would have died countless times.

Moody walked through the side panel and walked inside the bar, "It's best not to play tricks, I'm staring at you firmly." As he spoke, his magic eyes spun around horribly.

"Naturally, naturally." Mr. Bojin said hoarsely with a hypocritical smile.

"Tell me, what did Malfoy do here?" Hera sat back on the high stool again, "I have an informant, I know what you are conspiring to do, but I need you to repeat it, if you dare to lie—"

"I won't let you go," said Moody angrily, in a terribly loud voice that startled Mr. Borgin.

(End of this chapter)