Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 441 If the prophecy is true, Harry can find the crown
"I know, and Fudge was always worried about it." Harry said, looking at young Dumbledore, "but he was never interested in power, and I remember him saying that as long as he didn't get him off the Chocolate Frog card, it didn't matter anything." Harry said and laughed.

"Yes, he is such a person." Hera said with a sigh.

"Fudge has stepped down, and the things he was worried about will never happen again, because Dumbledore is no longer here." Harry said blankly.

Hera nodded, "Yeah, maybe Scrimgeour isn't a qualified Minister of Magic, but he is indeed a pure person—maybe it's just because no one can threaten his status."

"He's a brave man, I've seen him," said Harry, "at Christmas, The Burrow."

"I know, you said it," Hera said.

The memory continued to roll forward, and after a while, Voldemort spoke again, "I'm back, maybe a little later than Professor Dippet expected...but I'm back to reapply for the position he said I was too young to hold. I come to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach. You must know that I have seen and done a lot since I left here. I can teach your students things that cannot be learned from other wizards."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort over his glass for a moment before speaking.

"Yes, I know you've seen and done a lot since you left us," he said quietly. "And rumors of what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. I'd be very sorry if they were even half believable."

Still expressionless, Voldemort said, "Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds malice, and malice breeds lies. You must understand that, Dumbledore."

"You call what you do 'great,' don't you?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

"Of course," said Voldemort, his eyes seeming to be burning red, "I have experimented and may have advanced magic to unprecedented levels—"

"There are certain kinds of magic," Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "some. But about others you are still...with all due respect...pathetic ignorance."

Voldemort laughed for the first time, it was a contemptuous sneer, an evil expression, more terrifying than rage.

"At this time, Dumbledore already knew what Riddle did?" Harry asked suspiciously, because Dumbledore always seemed to be very smart, and based on the memories Dumbledore got, he should have secretly suspected Riddle long ago.

"I'm afraid not. At that time, most of Dumbledore's energy was devoted to Grindelwald. He was also a Dark Lord." Hera said softly, "Maybe you haven't heard his name, but he is definitely a guy not inferior to Riddle. He is much smarter and more charming than Riddle."

"Grindelwald?" Harry asked suspiciously. He seemed to have never heard of this name before. This is probably the defect of Muggle family education. They will always lack some common sense. For children from wizarding families, compared to just mentioning Grindelwald, they will show horrified expressions (except for the family of saints).

Voldemort spoke again, and his smile was so wicked and terrifying that it took both Hera and Harry's breath away.

"Old argument," he said softly, "but, Dumbledore, there is nothing I have seen in the world that supports your famous opinion that love is stronger than magic."

"Maybe you are looking for the wrong place." Dumbledore reminded.

"So, where better than here—Hogwarts—for me to begin my new studies?" said Voldemort. "Will you let me come back? Will you let me share what I have learned with your students? I will entrust myself and my talents to you, at your command?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Love? Is this also a form of magic?" Harry asked, bewildered.

Hera patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Look."

Harry closed his mouth, and he stared at Dumbledore and Voldemort firmly, for fear of missing a detail.

"What about the people at your command? What about the people who call themselves—maybe Death Eaters?"

Voldemort probably didn't expect Dumbledore to know the name, his eyes were glowing red again, and his slit-like nostrils were dilated.

"My friends—" he said after a moment's pause, "they'd go on without me, I'm sure."

"I'm glad you call them friends," said Dumbledore, "I thought they were more like servants."

"You are wrong," said Voldemort.

"You're wrong," Hera said softly, but he was speaking to Voldemort. Voldemort never considered those who followed him as friends, maybe he thought so when he was in school, but when he gained power, he completely regarded the Death Eaters as his servants.

In the following memory, Dumbledore once again rejected Voldemort's request, and he even showed a sad expression, annoyed that he had not guided Voldemort on the right path.

"The time is long past when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to atone. But I wish I could, Tom. I wish I could"

Harry looked at Voldemort in horror, he almost cried out, he saw it clearly - he could be sure Voldemort's hand had suddenly moved to the wand in his pocket but the moment was over, Voldemort had turned away, the door was closing, he was gone.

This memory had come to an end, and Hera grabbed Harry's arm and jumped out of the Pensieve. After a few seconds, they were standing in almost the same place, but there was no snow falling on the window sill outside.

"Why?" Harry immediately asked, looking up at Hera's face, only then did Hera realize that Harry's height didn't seem to have changed at all in recent years, and he was still a full head lower than Hera. "Why did he come back? Has Dumbledore figured it out? Is it about the Horcrux?"

"That's right, it's for the Horcruxes. In fact, I already know about one of the things he came back to do." Hera said, rubbing her head, not sure if she should tell Harry about the Ravenclaw crown.

"So what's that?" Harry asked hastily.

Hera didn't rush to answer, he was thinking about Harry's specialness, if according to the prophecy, Harry is destined to defeat Voldemort, then does he have special talent in finding Horcruxes?
After all, this is the only way to meet the requirements of the prophecy.

"What the hell? You say I can help, but you won't tell me anything!" Harry yelled.

"Okay," Hera waved her hands in disgust, "stop yelling, okay? It's making my head hurt."

"Unless you tell me what it is." Harry muttered, but his voice was much quieter.

"Okay, but you have to promise that this news won't get out." Hera lowered her voice and approached Harry, "I don't want to hear the news that Potter is searching for something in the castle early tomorrow morning."

"Can't my friend?" Harry ducked back because Hera was too close.

"No, this is a very important matter, related to Riddle's eternal life." Hera said bitterly, "You have to promise me."

"No problem, sir," said Harry.

"According to the information I found, Riddle found the lost Ravenclaw diadem in the Albanian forest, and he also made it into a Horcrux." Harry gasped, and Hera ignored him, and continued, "On the night of his job application, the day when the memory just appeared, he quietly hid the diadem, right in the castle."

"Did you find it, then?" Harry asked immediately.

"No, the castle is too big, full of secret passages and secret rooms. When you were in the second grade, didn't you open a secret room that had been dusty for thousands of years? We can't confirm how many secret rooms in the castle that Riddle knows about but we don't."

"So, he hid the diadem in the castle, and I thought maybe I'd find it," said Harry, who was always wandering around the castle, smiling.

"If you plan to search the castle, you'd better obey the school rules, Harry." Hera stared into Harry's green eyes. "I'm definitely not encouraging you to go out at night."

"Oh, of course." Harry said a little discouraged, since he intended to go on a night excursion.

"But I think there is something that should be returned to you." Hera smiled and went back to sit behind the desk. He took out a brown paper package from the drawer and handed it to Harry.

"This is?"

"That's right, it's the one you thought of, the Invisibility Cloak." Hera said with a smile.

Harry opened his mouth, but when he saw Hera's smiling face, he immediately understood that Hera was encouraging him to swim at night, it must be like this!
Damn it, if Hera knew what was going on in Harry's mind, he would definitely lift Harry's skull to see how it worked inside!
Hera simply felt that she had borrowed the Invisibility Cloak for too long, and he just didn't need it, so she simply returned it to Harry.

For the next week, Harry absolutely racked his brains on how to get Professor Slughorn to hand over real memories, but with no inspiration at all, he had to do what he did more and more when he couldn't do anything: go through his Potions book, hoping that the Half-Blood Prince had written something brilliant in the margins.

As for Hera, he would receive Grindelwald’s owl almost every two days. His letters were one foot long at the beginning, to 8 inches, 5 inches, and now they were empty envelopes, with only Grindelwald’s name written on the cover, so that Hera could identify who sent them.

Without Penelope's help, Hera felt that he was completely constrained by the paperwork. He had to spend at least three hours a day sitting behind his desk and carefully reading the information on it - the latest news from different places sent by members of the Order of the Phoenix, the latest battle situation of the Ministry of Magic, and the operation status of Hogwarts' defensive magweave.

But a piece of news suddenly came out of nowhere: Dumbledore was killed by Hera Lestrange, not by Voldemort as previously announced.

This news really caught the attention of many people, but almost all the admirers who attended Dumbledore's funeral knew what kind of person Hera was, let alone the students in the school—in fact, they hadn't heard the news yet, and the information exchange between Hogwarts and the outside world was always so blocked.

But such remarks were still spread in the wizarding world, but Hera was relieved that the members of the Order of the Phoenix had always firmly believed in him, and no member of the Order of the Phoenix had ever written to ask him what was going on.

But this also made Hera sleepless. What if they found out that all this was true, that he really killed Dumbledore himself?
That was simply too terrifying, and Hera didn't dare to think about it, but it was like the sword of Damocles on his head, which would cut off his neck at some point.

He had to figure out something.

"I promised Penello, I must see her alive." Hera made up her mind secretly.

At this moment, students who have taken the apparition course received a new notice: the first exam of the apparition course is scheduled for April 21, and before the exam, students who have reached the age of 17 can sign up for special training in Hogsmeade (with strict supervision).

Many students panicked after reading the notice. Most of them hadn't mastered Apparation and were worried that they would fail the exam.And Ron was obviously one of them, his brothers had all passed their Apparition exams, and Fred and George would have laughed at him badly if he had failed.

Hermione, who has already succeeded twice, is much more confident. As for Harry?

He is still four months away from turning 17, and he cannot take the exam regardless of whether he has practiced well or not. He can only take the exam in the second year, and this year is the right to practice.

"But at least you can Apparate!" said Ron nervously. "You'll be fine in July."

"I've only managed it once," Harry reminded, who also only managed to disappear and reappear in the wooden circle during the last class.

Ron had wasted a lot of time nagging Harry about his apparition exam concerns, but Harry had barely listened to it, and now he was agonizing over how to get Slughorn's memory, which was all that mattered - Hera had been talking to him for a whole term!

And they also had to start writing Snape's homework, which was a particularly difficult paper, about dementors, and they had to rack their brains to pass Snape's review, but it almost didn't take them to think that Snape would give them a very low grade.

But now Snape couldn't care about them. He was in Hera's office, listening to Hera's 'exquisite' plan.

"So, have you really thought it through?" Snape said with a gloomy face, after being silent for a while, before speaking quietly.

Hera rubbed her temples and sighed deeply, "I can only do this."

"I will cooperate."

(End of this chapter)