Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 446 You Are Different, Everyone Has Different Situations
"Have you noticed this ring on my hand?" Hera raised her right hand, on which was a ring with a broken black gemstone. Harry recognized it at a glance, even though the gemstone on it had been listed in two, it was clearly Marvolo's ring.

"Marvolo's ring, have you destroyed it?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"That's right," Hera nodded, he didn't seem to want to talk too much nonsense, "this ring, Harry, Marvolo's ring. There is a terrible spell on it, and——Albus fell into weakness just to break the spell. You don't really think he can't beat Riddle, do you?"

"So he didn't have to die, did he?" Harry said regretfully.

Hera nodded, and he sighed heavily, "Death is unstoppable, but I think if Albus hadn't been haunted by the curse, he probably wouldn't have had to leave so early."

Harry bowed his head in silence, pained at the thought of Dumbledore's death - Dumbledore had died to protect him.

"Harry, I hope you understand that I'm not blaming you." Hera put her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Albus certainly doesn't want you to be depressed like this, and, anyway, he destroyed several Horcruxes. Riddle only has four Horcruxes left, and we already know what two of them are."

"Yeah," Harry said dazedly. "But how can you ensure that Riddle made seven Horcruxes?"

"Riddle obviously thinks the number 'seven' is a pretty magical number, and I think it probably means something like a lucky number to him," Hera said with a faint smile, "and Albus thinks so too."

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"And what are the remaining two Horcruxes?" Harry asked. "They could be anything, just said that, right?" He made another puzzled expression. "Could be old tin cans...or empty medicine bottles?"

"You're thinking of portkeys, Harry, those are ordinary objects that are easily overlooked. But would Riddle use old tin cans or empty medicine bottles to preserve his own precious soul? You forgot what I told you, that Riddle likes to collect souvenirs, and he likes items with powerful magic and historical significance. His pride, his sense of superiority, and his determination to claim an amazing place in the history of magic all make me think that Riddle will carefully select his Horcruxes, preferring one worthy of this honor." Hera said and picked up one on the table. The brass wine jug took a sip, and such a long passage made his mouth dry.

"Also, let's think about the things he uses as soul containers." Hera glanced at the sorting hat on the bench beside him. "I think he wanted to find a job in the castle because he wanted to search for Gryffindor relics."

"But he will never find it, because the sword is hidden in the sorting hat." Harry smiled brightly, as if remembering something happy, "Dumbledore told me that only those who truly have the unique qualities of Gryffindor can get it when they need it."

"Oh, yes, that's right." Hera showed a look of reminiscence. At this moment, Harry felt that he was a lot older, and the person in front of him looked like an old man who was nearly seventy years old.

The two were silent for a while, Hera seemed lost in thought, Harry couldn't wait any longer, he was so sleepy now, so he spoke, breaking the silence.

"The diary doesn't seem that special."

"Oh? Is that so?" Hera was stunned for a moment, with a faint smile on her face. "Perhaps you forgot that the diary can prove that he is the heir of Slytherin. I believe Riddle will think it is of great significance."

After Hera finished speaking, she gave Harry a meaningful look. To Voldemort, isn't Harry a significant existence?He's seen Voldemort's downfall and his rise again, and that little thing in Harry's head.
Even a few kilometers away, Hera could smell its stench.

"I'm sorry, sir, what do you want to do?" Harry asked suddenly, as Hera was staring blankly at his forehead, and at the same time stretched out her finger, which was probably a few centimeters away from touching it.

"Ahem, I'm thinking about the harm he caused you. Maybe it's because you are destined to be his nemesis." Hera said apologetically, while putting her hands behind her back.

Harry was silent, it was hard for him to breathe, he was overwhelmed by the weight of his guts, let alone the weight of Dumbledore's death that weighed on him.

"Actually, Dumbledore also has some guesses about the remaining two Horcruxes." Hera sat back behind the desk. He took out his wand and put it on the table, as if it was poking him in his pocket. "He has told him to pay special attention to the big snake next to Riddle—Nagini. He thinks it is suspicious. I don't know what you think?"

"Snake?" Harry was taken aback. "Animals for Horcruxes?"

"It's not advisable, because it's very dangerous to entrust a part of the soul to something that can move and think on its own. However, if I guess correctly, when Riddle entered your parents' house to kill you, he still lacked at least one Horcrux, and he has not yet reached the six goals he wants to do."

Hera paused at this point. According to his previous discussions with Dumbledore, Harry would have to wait until Harry had destroyed all the Horcruxes before telling him about his true mission. Right now, it was definitely not a good time to tell Harry—I am afraid he would be unable to bear it and collapse.

That is to say, anyone who knows that the only meaning of their existence is to die in the right hands at the right time, no one can accept it.

"Two years ago, we all know, he used Nagini to kill a Muggle, and maybe that's when she thought of turning the snake into his last Horcrux. It would highlight the Slytherin lineage and add to Riddle's mystique. I think it's probably his favorite thing. He definitely likes to keep it around, and seems to have an uncanny dominance over it, which is rare even in Parseltongue."

"By the way, sir, what about your pet——Tom? He seems a little too smart." Harry thought of Tom for a moment, and asked quickly.

"Him?" Hera was stunned for a moment, and lightly put her hand on Tom who was lying on the table. He lowered his head and stroked Tom's snake head. "He is a snake that has lived for many, many years. I found him in the ruins of Gunter's house. At that time, he was hiding on the ceiling, trying to bite me on the neck."

"Aren't you worried about it?" Harry noted keenly that Hera used "he" instead of "it."

"He is a smart guy. I think time is very powerful. It is enough to give people or animals enough wisdom." Hera said lightly, "Okay, Harry, it's getting late, I think you'd better go back to the dormitory."

"Okay, sir," Harry nodded, beginning to yawn, "but can I ask you one more question? It's the last one, I'm sure."

"Just ask."

"The prophecy says I have energies that Riddle doesn't understand. What does that mean? How come I never knew?" Harry blurted out.

"You have," Hera said firmly, "you have abilities that Riddle never had, you have—"

"I know!" Harry said impatiently, sleepy over him, but he was desperate for an answer. "I have love! But what's the big deal?"

Hera was stunned. He pondered for a long time before he said dryly, "Isn't that a big deal? You love Harry. You're too young to know how special you are, Harry."

"So, the power that the prophecy says I have is - love?" Harry asked, feeling a little disappointed that Dumbledore had told him this years ago, but he had never felt that this power really existed.

"Yes—it is love." Hera said, "This is the most magical power, it is enough to make people unstoppable, there is no greater power than this. Some people are big love, some are small love, but there is no doubt that every wizard with this power is the most powerful."

"But I don't even know how to use—"

"You don't need to worry about it at all, and you don't have to take the prophecy too seriously," Hera said a little irritably. He felt troubled. Harry still couldn't understand what he meant, but he clearly said it clearly enough. "The meaning of the prophecy is only caused by Riddle. When Riddle regards you as the most dangerous person to him, he makes you the most dangerous person to him."

"But it's one thing—"

"It's not the same thing." Hera patted the table and interrupted Harry. "Let's imagine, if Riddle had never heard of that prophecy, would it still come true? Would it still make sense?"

"I don't think so then, at least," said Harry.

"That's right, Riddle made a big mistake. He acted according to Professor Trelawney's prophecy. If Voldemort hadn't killed your father, would it have given you a strong desire for revenge? Of course not! If he hadn't forced your mother to die for you, would it have given you his impenetrable magical protection? Of course not! Harry. Can't you see? Voldemort himself created his most terrible enemy, just like the tyrants in the world! Do you know how tyrants are afraid of oppressed people? They all know that one day, after so many victims One of them will rise up and fight back! Voldemort is the same. He is always looking for someone who will challenge him, and when he hears the prophecy, he will act immediately, and it turns out that he has not only hand-picked the person who is most likely to kill him, but also gave him a particularly deadly weapon!"

"But--"

"You have to understand," Hera stood up angrily. He felt that he had said too much. Tom on the table was startled by him, and climbed onto him along his legs.

After a while, Hera didn't say anything below.

Harry asked suspiciously, "Understand what?"

"You must understand that it is love that protects you, protects you from never accepting the temptation of black magic, protects you from showing any desire for Riddle, not even for a second."

"Of course not," said Harry angrily, most of his sleepiness gone. "He killed my parents."

"That's right, it was love that protected you." Hera said loudly, "Otherwise, if you were in the first grade, wouldn't you fall to Quirrell and Riddle if you were replaced by someone else? As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone for him, you can gain monstrous power and the opportunity to learn black magic. But you haven't. Although you have experienced so many temptations and so much pain in these years, you are still pure in heart, just like you were when you were 11 years old. I still remember the first time I saw you in the castle."

"Yes, sir." Harry nodded, "I think I understand." He didn't understand at all, but he obviously realized that he shouldn't express his confusion at this moment, which would only make Hera more angry, and he thought that Hera's words were worth his time to go back and think about them instead of refuting them in person. Maybe he should discuss it with Hermione, she is the smartest.

"Then you should understand that you must try to kill him, not because of the prophecy, but because of yourself." Hera said firmly, "You are different from Riddle, you must try to kill him. This has nothing to do with the prophecy, please imagine, if you have never heard of that prophecy, what would you think about Riddle? Think about it!"

"I want to get rid of him," said Harry softly, "I want to do it."

"That's right," Hera yelled, "the prophecy is nothing important to you. You can choose your own path and have the right to ignore that prophecy! But Riddle will still remember it, and he will continue to hunt you down."

"I think I get it," said Harry, looking up and smiling brightly at Hera, "one of us will kill the other, yes, I'll win, I'll kill him, for my parents, for Cedric, for Dumbledore."

"For the greater good." Hera raised the brass wine bottle on the table, and took a swig.

Harry left, he left contented, he was in a good mood despite his exhaustion.After Harry left, Hera sat on the throne-like armchair, gently rubbed the armrest with her palm, and looked at the fireplace with twinkling eyes.

At daybreak, Hera picked up the wand on the table, looked and looked, rubbed it on the robe and put it in his pocket. He didn't use the old wand. He picked up the old wand again, but it was already a little uncomfortable. It couldn't cast spells satisfactorily, but it was still barely usable.

But no one knew about it. In fact, no one knew that Hera had the Elder Wand. This was a little secret. Maybe someone noticed that Hera had taken Dumbledore's wand, such as Slughorn, but he didn't know the Elder Wand.

"Albus Dumbledore. Is this the heir you have chosen?" Hera lowered her eyelids with a faint smile on her face. He leaned back in the chair, listening to the crackling sound of burning firewood in the fireplace, and closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)