Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 437 Yes, we have a child.

"Wait and see." Hera said in a deep voice, "I don't think Malfoy will have a big impact on us, but we must find the disappearing cabinet first. Once the Death Eaters flood into the castle, the problem will be very big."

"Okay." Penello nodded.

"By the way, what did Madam Pomfrey say about your physical condition?" Hera asked in a low voice, hugging Penello gently.

Penello touched her stomach subconsciously, looked at Hera and shook her head slightly, "It's nothing, it's just that I'm a little too tired recently."

"Then let's put things aside, don't tire yourself too much." Hera raised her head and brushed the broken hair hanging from Penello's cheek.

"Ah."

Penello gritted his teeth lightly and nodded in response.

"Okay, let's go to rest, it's so late."

News of Ron's poisoning spread quickly the next day, but it wasn't as sensational as Katie's injury, and everyone seemed to think it might have been an accident, since he was in the Potions master's room and took the antidote immediately and was fine.In fact, the students' attention was focused on the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch match.Ron had just shown his talent at Quidditch, which gave Gryffindor another chance to win this year, but he was hospitalized.

And Snape also authenticated the bottle of mead Hera had received.

"There is no doubt that this has the same ingredients as the poisoned wine that Weasley drank." Snape looked solemnly at the mead boiling in the cauldron, under which a strange black substance precipitated.

"In other words, this person's actual target is still me, right?" Hera said leaning on the table.

Snape nodded, "That's right."

"Did Malfoy do it?" Hera changed the subject and immediately raised her own question.

Snape pursed his lips and fell into silence. After a while, he said slowly, "He didn't admit it, but it's probably him."

"What about the disappearing cabinet? Has he mentioned it to you?"

"No, he won't tell me about it." Snape said, shaking his head with a sarcastic indifference. "He's just a kid, and his clumsy tricks are astonishingly ridiculous."

"But he has already injured two students." Hera said with a dark face, "I must make sure that he will not hurt innocent people again, otherwise I will never tolerate his reckless behavior again."

"He just wanted to save himself and his family," Snape said coldly.

Hera slammed the table with a loud bang, "But he's hurting innocent people."

After a while, Snape seemed to give in, "I'll tell him."

"Well, also, it's better to find out how Malfoy did it, we need to strengthen our defenses," Hera said.

Snape nodded.

In the following week, the castle finally returned to the peace of the past, and Hera also had an extra job every week, going to the auditorium to take care of the safety of the Apparition class.

Of course, his main job was to sit at the side table and enjoy the afternoon tea prepared by the house elves, watching the students panting in the auditorium in order to master Apparation.

However, even though they have worked very hard, only a few people can do it—limited to the extent of the clone, that is, the apparition failed and the body was cut apart, but fortunately the deans of the four colleges and wizards from the Ministry of Magic are here to guard. Once a student has a split, they will immediately go forward to treat them.

But the pain is obviously unavoidable, and there is a huge psychological shadow that comes with it.

Hera looked at the performance of the students during practice, and remembered the scene when he practiced Apparition. It only took him about two or three weeks to master Apparation, and the split body only appeared during his first practice.

Compared with the ease of practicing Apparition, what impressed Hera even more was the process of earning 12 Galleons. In order to make up for the tuition fees for the Apparition class, Hera made money for the first time. He sneaked into the Forbidden Forest to collect ingredients for potions, and sneaked to the owl shed to send them to Diagon Alley. It took him almost a semester—because the price was always kept very low.

This also made Hera completely dislike the vampire-like merchants in Diagon Alley. In comparison, Knockturn Alley can offer a reasonable price, as long as you can ensure that you leave Knockturn Alley with those gold gallons safely.

In the auditorium, Hera also saw Malfoy and his two followers. They seemed to be arguing, but Hera couldn't hear what they were saying, but Crabbe and Goyle seemed very dissatisfied with Malfoy. They left Malfoy angrily and walked to the other side of the auditorium.

"Is there any conflict between them?" Herato thought while holding a black tea cup. "Perhaps they are actually a gang?"

"No, they were originally together." Hera frowned and thought, "Maybe they thought Malfoy didn't do his best, so they had a dispute?"

"What are you thinking, Hera?" Professor McGonagall came over and asked sternly. "Don't you see that we are trying to quiet the auditorium? How can you sit here and drink afternoon tea quietly?"

"Would you like a refreshment?" Hera picked up the tray and put a matcha cookie in front of Professor McGonagall. "Believe me, Minerva, today is just the right time."

"Oh, thank you." Professor McGonagall glanced at the chaotic auditorium, quickly picked up a cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, but she did not forget the purpose of coming here, "Well, you can sit here quietly, but if anything happens, you must—"

"Don't worry, Minerva, that's why I'm here." Hera nodded and raised her teacup to greet Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall glared at Hera angrily, and went back to busy with the students.

At the weekend, it was the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch match, and most of the students went to the field.Hera and Penello are in the office on the eighth floor. Penello is sitting on the sofa, clutching his stomach and not daring to look up at Hera.

"So, why did you hide it from me?" Hera suppressed her anger and tried her best to calm herself down, but there was still unconcealable anger in her voice.

Penello just bowed her head in silence, her hand was gently stroking the lower abdomen.

"I will contact Mrs. Maxime and send you to France as soon as possible. If necessary, I will ask Mrs. Maxime to contact Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Magic." Hera sighed, pulled out a roll of parchment from the table, took the ink bottle, dipped the quill in it, and planned to write a letter to Mrs. Maxime.

"Don't!" Penello cried in a crying voice, "I'm going to be here, I don't want to leave you."

"But the situation in the UK is getting worse and worse. I must ensure your safety. This is the best way." Hera looked up at Penello's dark brown eyes and said, "We must be responsible for the little one."

Penello's eyes dimmed, "But I—"

"No, but, this matter is not negotiable." Hera said resolutely, "I will let Hagrid send you away as soon as possible. I don't know how long Hogwarts can hold on. Even if Hogwarts is breached by the Dark Lord, if I am alone, I can still hide. But with you, I can't guarantee the safety of you and the children."

"Okay." Penello closed her eyes and said resignedly.

"Don't be like this, Penello." Hera sighed, stood up and walked to sit next to Penello. "You know, I'm doing this for the good of you and the child." He gently put his hand on Penello's stomach and patted. "The current environment is obviously not suitable. I promise you that once the situation in the UK gets out of control, I will immediately go to the United States to find you. I will definitely find you alive."

Penello pursed her lips. She raised her hand and pointed at the desk tremblingly, "Then what happened to the suicide note in your drawer? How can you make me believe you?" Tears slid down her cheeks like a bead curtain, which made Hera feel very distressed.

"I can only prepare for the worst." Hera said softly, "But with a child, it's different. I will definitely live, trust me."

"Yeah." Penello nodded crying, she didn't dare to look at Hera's face, for fear that she might not be able to control her emotions.

"Penello, I have to say—ah—" Hera gently held Penello in her arms, and she sobbed softly in his arms.

Before Hera finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the window.

It came from the field, where a Quidditch match was being held, Hera hurriedly got up and walked to the window, and saw a large crowd of people gathered around the field, as if something important had happened.

"Penelo, I have to go and see what happened now. As for you and the child, I will contact Madam Maxime as soon as possible." Hera put on her cloak and announced the cruel result without any explanation, then rushed out of the office and rushed towards the field.

When Hera rushed to the field, people were carrying a stretcher back towards the castle, and Harry was lying on the stretcher, his head was covered with blood, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"What happened? Can anyone tell me what happened?" Hera yelled in panic. There was a third attack, and this time the victim was Harry!
The seriousness of the matter was already crushing his bottom line more and more, and for a moment, he wanted to rush to Malfoy and cast a death curse on him, even though he knew it wouldn't solve any problems.

"Mr. Principal, unfortunately, the Gryffindor team had internal strife. Their goalkeeper McLaggen hit the Bludger severely with a stick. Unfortunately, it hit Potter's head." A Gryffindor student said sadly. There is no doubt that they will lose another game.

"Bulders? Infighting?" Hera breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay."

"What's ok?"

"It's nothing, why don't you send Potter to the hospital?" Hera urged, and he followed the stretcher back to the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey looked helplessly at Harry on the stretcher, "Isn't this kid here too many times?"

"I don't think anyone would want to come to the school hospital—I mean no one would want to be injured." Hera immediately changed her words when she noticed that Madam Pomfrey's face had turned ugly.

"Oh, what a poor boy, I think he's going to have to stay here all night," said Madam Pomfrey, turning to take needles, thread, and bandages from the cupboard. "I don't think you will be willing to enjoy the next scene." She pointed to Harry's head, "I have to sew up his wound, otherwise it may take a full year for him on his own."

"It's okay, I don't mind, I just have something I want to talk to you about." Hera moved a chair over and sat in front of Harry's hospital bed. He was bleeding profusely. Even here, the wound was not about to solidify.

"Okay, but I have to say, it might be difficult for me to be distracted and chat with you." Madam Pomfrey said and moved to Harry's head, holding a needle and thread to start sewing.

"It's okay." Hera rubbed her hands, "What I want to ask is about Penello, when did she—"

"It's been four weeks." Madam Pomfrey said angrily, "If you cared more about her, I think you should have discovered the abnormality earlier. Instead of waiting until she starts to have morning sickness."

"Uh" Hera didn't know how to respond in embarrassment. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey ignored him and continued, "But it's understandable. After all, you are responsible for the operation of the entire castle. We can't ask you to do everything well, but you must at least take care of your body."

Madam Pomfrey said a lot, Hera had no choice but to nod aside.

Until Madam Pomfrey stood up and moved her sore body, "Okay, I think Potter will wake up in a while."

Harry's head is now covered in bandages, like an Arab turban (like Avanti).

"Bobby, I hope—" Hera also stood up and rubbed her hands together, "If possible, can I ask you to keep this secret for me?"

"Why?" Madam Pomfrey was very surprised, "Also, if you plan to keep a secret, shouldn't you first make sure that there is no one else around?"

"Isn't Harry still awake?" Hera asked suspiciously.

Madam Pomfrey pouted, and lifted the curtain on the next bed. A familiar red-haired child with freckles scratched his head in embarrassment. He was just sticking to the curtain so tightly that when Madam Pomfrey lifted the curtain, his ear was still facing Hera.

Hera's face was as black as Snape's cauldron, "Where did you hear that?"

"Eh, not much," said Ron, "probably since Harry was put in the hospital bed and I was just too worried about him."

Hera felt disgusted as if she had eaten a fly, Madam Pomfrey just shrugged helplessly, and handed the question to Hera.

"Ron, I hope you can help me keep this a secret, okay? I don't want to draw too much attention."

"I understand that we have to keep our attention on Malfoy."

"Who told you that?"

"Harry."

(End of this chapter)