Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 438 Always use the correct name for things
"So, Harry hasn't given up his suspicions about Malfoy?" Hera asked, frowning.

"Uh," Ron seemed a little hesitant, "Actually, Harry has been paying attention to Malfoy—I can swear that Hermione and I have absolutely persuaded him, but he seems to be bewildered, and he is always worried—"

"I told him, this is not something he should worry about." Hera was very angry, Harry was still secretly investigating Malfoy, what if Malfoy was provoked to attack him?
A student who has been trained as a Death Eater is definitely much more powerful than an ordinary student, at least the curses they mastered are beyond the imagination of a little wizard like Harry.

It is extremely dangerous to act rashly, especially when he is still Harry Potter, and Hera believed that Malfoy and the others would like Harry to come to their door.

"We said it." Ron lowered his head, not daring to meet Hera's eyes, "but he won't listen to us."

"It seems that I need to remind him again." Hera said with a gloomy face.

Ron let out a low voice, "Hmm." He seemed to realize that he had gotten his good friend into trouble.

"It's not your fault. On the contrary, I'm glad you can tell me this." Hera patted Ron's shoulder. "But I hope you don't tell anyone else about the conversation I had with Bobby. This is our secret."

"Of course." Ron nodded excitedly. He thought he would be scolded, but Hera didn't.

"I'm going out to find Madam Pomfrey's medicine for recuperating the body. You stay here and guard Harry." Hera stood up and walked towards the outside of the ward. He planned to get some recovery potions, refreshment potions, and joy potions from Madam Pomfrey.
Beauxbaton's Potions Professor Luke Milfler is not a very reliable guy. Hera prefers to prepare enough potions for Penello at Hogwarts until she gives birth to a child and takes care of her body.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Madam Pomfrey was sitting at her desk arranging the equipment. She had to organize the tools every night so that when wizards came to the hospital, she could be accurate and prepare the tools to rescue them as quickly as possible.

After Hera explained her plan, Madam Pomfrey's expression became very complicated. She could understand Hera's mood, but she was dissatisfied that he entrusted her with such a heavy task.

"Hera, I have to say that such a large amount of potions will completely empty the storage room of the school hospital." Madam Pomfrey frowned, her voice soft, afraid of disturbing the two little wizards in the ward, "Also, if another student is injured, I can't even take out a bottle of recovery potion. What do you ask the children to do?"

"Don't we have two potion masters? I think they are very happy to brew potions for you. This is what they are good at." Hera looked at Madam Pomfrey sincerely. If Madam Pomfrey hadn't been in charge of the key to the storage room, he would have emptied it directly.

Even though Hera is the principal, it doesn't mean that he can enter and leave Madam Pomfrey's storage room at will. This is not a matter of power, but of respect.

"Oh, please don't say that, I can't talk to Severus at all." Madam Pomfrey blinked, "Horace is my teacher again, I can't order him to do anything."

"But it was Severus who was brewing the potions needed by the hospital, wasn't he?" Hera asked suspiciously, "And the Potions Professor is supposed to be in charge of the school hospital, right?"

"But Severus will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for seven grades this semester, and he has to spend a lot of time preparing new lesson plans so that he can fully prepare the students for each class." Madam Pomfrey said, "And Horace, how can I speak to an old man?"

"So this year's potion?"

"Those are stocks, except for the Weasley kid who needed a specific antidote," Madam Pomfrey replied honestly.

Hera scratched her head in distress, "Bobby, can you issue me a list of the school hospital's potion storage? I promise I won't take too many potions."

Madam Pomfrey stared at Hera for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Okay."

"Thank you very much." Hera nodded in response. Madam Pomfrey thought he was about to leave, but Hera continued, "By the way, what happened to Harry's injury?"

"Oh! I thought you didn't care about your savior anymore!?" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, covering her head, "He has suffered a very big blow. I can't guarantee that he will be the same as before."

"What happened to his head?" Hera asked anxiously.

"The skull is shattered." Madam Pomfrey said, "I can't guarantee that his head is as sharp as before, maybe his balance will also be affected."

"That's really bad." Hera said with a frown.

"Haha," Madam Pomfrey suddenly showed a big smile, "Of course not, but I'm afraid he will have to pay attention in the future. He will stay here for at least a few days, and his head will also hurt, but this will not have any major impact on him in the future."

"Uh, so you were lying to me just now?"

"That's right." Madam Pomfrey showed a sly smile, "The student suffered such a great harm, and you didn't even think of caring about him, which makes me feel a little bit resentful towards you."

"Okay, okay, this is reasonable." Hera said dumbfoundedly. He was just too worried about Penelope, and Harry was injured not once or twice. "I didn't believe in your level before. Who doesn't know that Hogwarts has a skilled doctor. As long as he can be sent here, he can walk out intact."

"Of course." Madam Pomfrey showed a frightened expression, "But if Potter comes a little later, or if the impact is bigger, I'm afraid we will have another funeral."

"Then he's really unlucky. Maybe I should suggest to Professor McGonagall that Harry be banned from participating in the Quidditch match." Hera also showed a worried expression. In his opinion, such a risk is not worth taking.

If a student dies at this time, it is still Harry Potter, which means that Voldemort will completely have no one to fear.He may have been hindered by the existence of the prophecy before, although he did not get the full prophecy.But what he knew about the first half was enough for him to value Harry.

There was a sudden noise in the ward, Madam Pomfrey hurried into the ward, and Hera followed her.

Harry was trying to prop himself up on his elbows, but he certainly failed, and the bandage on his head made him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"What's wrong with me?"

"The skull is shattered." Madam Pomfrey repeated what she had just said to Hera, "Don't worry, I've already stitched the wound up, but you'll be staying overnight, and don't use excessive force within a few hours."

"I don't want to spend the night here." Harry said angrily, he didn't notice Hera behind her at all, maybe the dim light affected his vision.He threw off the quilt and sat up, "I want to find McLaggen and kill him."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you do this." Hera smiled and walked out of the shadows. "I heard about this. I think it might be an accident, a pure coincidence."

"But he almost killed me," Harry cried, but then he clutched his head tightly, which was obviously too much force.

"I think you'd better rest here and wait until dawn, at least your head won't hurt so much, and it won't be too late to settle accounts with McLaggen." Hera said and sat beside Harry's hospital bed. "Okay, Bobby, I'll watch them here, I think they must have a lot to say, I'll remind them to go to bed as soon as possible."

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Hera suspiciously, walked towards the door hesitantly, and couldn't help but stare at Hera several times when the door was about to close.

"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on them." Hera waved her hand towards Madam Pomfrey.

"It's better like this." The door of the ward was closed.

Harry fell back on the pillow, furious, but because of Hera's presence, he could only ask through gritted teeth, "How many points did we lose?"

"320 to sixty," said Ron apologetically.

"Brilliant," said Harry, his eyes reddened with anger. "Brilliant! When I catch McLaggen—"

"Don't catch him, he's as big as a troll," Ron said rationally. "Personally, I think you can use the prince's toe-growing spell to teach him a lesson. However, the other team members may have beaten him before you were discharged from the hospital. They are not happy."

"Ahem." Hera coughed dryly, "Mr. Weasley, please don't forget that I'm still sitting here."

The sound of 'Mr. Weasley' brought Ron's consciousness back to reality, because he had fallen into an uncontrollable joy. Maybe he was happy that he had kept the goalkeeper's position, but this was a bit too blatant, and he even discussed how to attack a classmate in front of the principal!
"Okay, it's best not to say such things anymore." Seeing that the two of them fell silent, Hera said slowly, "Harry, I heard someone say you've been doing something sneaky. Can you tell me frankly, are you still investigating Malfoy?"

Harry raised his head and stared intently into Hera's eyes, his green eyes misty, "I know it's him, it's definitely him, why don't you believe me?"

"Harry, I don't disbelieve you. In fact, I know much more than you do." Hera sighed and said softly, "But your main task now is to study. You are still too young. There are many adult wizards in the Order of the Phoenix, and they can do very well—"

"But Voldemort doesn't care about my age, does he?" Harry said the name coldly, and Ron shivered.

Hera looked at Harry in disbelief.

"You are afraid of this name, aren't you? You will never be as brave as Dumbledore. He died to protect me. He always insisted on 'always use the right name for things'. If I am afraid of even a name, how can we defeat him?" Harry said loudly, and there was a strange sound outside the door.

Hera turned her head slightly, not daring to meet Harry's eyes. His voice was so low that Ron and Harry had to hold their breath to hear what he was saying, "Harry, I never deny that Dumbledore is a brave man, no one can match him. Of course he is right. Fear of a name will intensify fear of the thing itself. But in this case, you'd better never say to other people that you are hurting all those who try to protect you."

"But you still dare not say his name, Voldemort, you are afraid of him, aren't you?" Harry raised his head proudly, as if it was brave enough to be able to pronounce the name 'Voldemort'.

But this strengthened Hera's confidence, this guy Harry definitely broke his mind.

"Harry, you'd better not develop such a habit. There are still spells to protect us at Hogwarts, and you are protected." Hera paused, ignoring Ron's jaw that was so surprised that it was about to drop, "Once you leave the boundaries of Hogwarts, there is no protection, and the next second you say this name, the Death Eater will Apparate to your side."

"Also, I never denied that Dumbledore was right. He could call the Dark Lord by his name, but we are not Dumbledore."

Harry's eyes were flushed, and he tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word after opening his mouth a few times.

"Harry, never mind what Severus and Malfoy did. We have more important things to do. First, did you do what I told you last time?"

"Ah," Harry exclaimed in a low voice, he obviously forgot, these things since the beginning of school completely made him forget what Hera told him. "Well, I asked Professor Slughorn after Potions class, but, uh, he wouldn't give it to me."

After a moment's silence, Ron lay back knowingly on his hospital bed, pretending to be suddenly interested in the rails on the bed curtain.He knew it wasn't his business to get involved, even though Hera had told Harry from the beginning that he could tell these things to his two friends.

"Oh," Hera said, looking through the bandages on Harry's head, piercing his brain. "You think you've done your best, don't you? Have given full play to your ingenuity? Have thought of everything?"

"Uh." Harry froze, not knowing what to say, his attempt suddenly so insignificant. "Well, the day Ron took the love potion by mistake, I took him to Professor Slughorn, and I thought if it could put Professor Slughorn in a better mood, maybe—"

"Did it work?" Hera asked. He knew about Ron's poisoning for a long time. A Gryffindor girl who admired Harry, Vannie, gave Harry a chocolate containing a love potion, but Ron accidentally ate it.

Harry lowered his head, not daring to look at Hera, "Well, no, sir. Ron was poisoned—"

(End of this chapter)