Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 447 A Bigger Fog Covers Harry Potter

Harry went back to his dormitory contented, in good spirits despite the exhaustion of the evening's activities.In Charms class the next morning, he told Ron and Hermione exactly what had happened.They were all quite satisfied that Harry had induced Slughorn to hand over the memory.But Hera, who was in the same castle as them, was not in a good mood.

Because the headline report of the "Daily Prophet" today was about Hera, and the Ministry of Magic justly refuted the increasingly fiery and weird rumors in the newspaper.Among them, the above title is this: Who did Dumbledore die at?

Sitting in the office, Hera couldn't help sighing while watching the "Daily Prophet" delivered early in the morning. Although the Ministry of Magic quoted classics and argued hard, it proved from multiple dimensions that Hera had no motive to kill Dumbledore at all.But Hera can still imagine the scene when most people read this report.

The Ministry of Magic has long since lost its authority, ever since Fudge stepped down.

This instead made people who read the newspaper doubt Hera, whether the truth is really what the outside world said, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not have to rush to stand up and explain, right?

It can be said that the reckless actions of the Ministry of Magic directly put Hera into a crisis, but I am afraid they did not expect that Dumbledore really died in Hera's hands.This was definitely beyond their expectations. After all, when they arrived at the scene, Voldemort had already left with Bellatrix, and they did not see what happened with their own eyes.

"I have to admit, all of this is necessary." Hera muttered while sitting on the chair, rubbing her temples, "but it's not a bad thing." He took a sip from the brass jug on the table. He had recently fallen in love with honey vodka and always carried it with him.Although this puzzled the other professors, they could understand the pressure on Hera after a little thought, and Penello left Hogwarts again. He might need some way to relieve his worries.

Tom climbed onto Hera's body from the table along Hera's arm, his dark yellow vertical pupils shone with a strange light, but Hera didn't notice, his attention was all on the newspapers spread on the table.

After a long time, Hera breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and stared in the direction of the Forbidden Forest through the window. He looked into the distance, which was Dumbledore's tomb.

"Did you plan all this?" Hera murmured in a low voice, and Tom lay on his shoulders, looking lazy.

The headline report in the "Daily Prophet" sparked a little discussion in the castle. The students only learned of the rumors that Hera killed Dumbledore from the newspaper, but most of them were on Hera's side, except for a few Slytherin students who saw the report with disdain—mainly Draco and his two followers, who obviously knew the truth.

But even if they told the truth, few would believe them.Draco had offended his friends early on in the previous few years, thanks to the bad temper he inherited from his father.

"How could anyone believe such a thing?" Hermione angrily pushed the newspaper in front of Harry. "You were there that night, and you know who did it."

"Yeah, but some people just don't like others. I bet this must be the news from the Death Eaters. They must want us to fight among ourselves." Ron was chewing a pie, but he still muttered.

Harry stared at the newspaper report, his thoughts racing, and he seemed to be transported back to that night in the golden hall of the Ministry of Magic.

"Harry, Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione stretched out her hand and shook it several times in front of Harry. His sudden trance made Hermione and Ron very nervous.

Harry smiled slowly and stiffly, "It's nothing, those people are really bad!"

"Yeah, yeah." Ron nodded, and he picked up a glass of pumpkin juice.

But the seeds of doubt were planted in Harry's head, and he wondered if he really believed in the wrong person
He saw Hera kill Dumbledore with the Killing Curse with his own eyes, and he heard Voldemort praise Hera for doing a good job and would give him unexpected rewards.But Hera's behavior over the past year, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like Voldemort's henchman. He has been doing the tasks assigned to him by Dumbledore. He has too many opportunities to kill Harry, but he never once.

Harry was bewildered, he felt a great mystery enveloping him.As they were leaving to get ready for the Quidditch pitch, Harry suddenly thought of Draco Malfoy, who Harry was almost certain was following Voldemort, like his father, and who must have been secretly planning to do something in the castle, which Harry had heard about before.

Snape was helping Draco, and Hera told Harry to stay out of it.

Harry jumped to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair.

"Whoa!" Ron exclaimed, and Hermione shared his surprised, worried look at Harry. "What happened?"

Harry was upset, he felt that his cognition was being subverted, the person he had always trusted turned out to be a Death Eater?This is too shocking!

But he couldn't tell Ron and Hermione yet, they would be very worried, and Hera or Snape could easily detect the abnormality.

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly thought of seeing McLaggen again, so I wanted to cast a jinx on him." Harry pretended to be angry and said, in fact, he was indeed angry. The last time he went to the school hospital was because McLaggen hit him on the head with a Bludger, which made him spend the night in the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey said that if he was sent to the hospital later, he might have to leave his friends forever.

"Well, then you must call me." Ron said frankly, which made Hermione shake her fist at them impatiently.

"You can't do this, you can't attack your classmates, this is a violation—"

Before Hermione finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ron, who took over and said, "This is a violation of school rules, right? I already knew what you were trying to say, but haven't we violated fewer school rules these years? Don't we have nothing at all?"

"Hmph!" Hermione hugged her shoulders and snorted coldly. At this time, she looked very much like Professor McGonagall. "This is different. We didn't attack our classmates before. We just violated a little bit of school rules and didn't cause harm to others."

"Oh, yeah," Ron drawled. "Who's trying to make Polyjuice Potion in the bathroom and have a plan to attack those two pigs."

Hermione knew what Ron was referring to, he was saying that when they were in their second year trying to figure out if Malfoy was a Slytherin descendant, making Polyjuice Potion became Goyle and Crabbe's job.But this made her even more angry, because she couldn't find any reason to refute Ron at all.

That was a complete disregard for school rules.

They left to go to the venue. Lavender was sitting at the long table waiting for Ron with red eyes. Her sobbing attracted the attention of many people, but no one was nosy—they all knew why Lavender was so sad because Ron dumped him.

"We broke up," Ron whispered to Harry. "She saw us and Hermione coming out of the dorm last night. She obviously couldn't see you, so she thought it was just the two of us."

"Ah," said Harry, "then—you don't mind blowing, do you?"

"I don't mind," Ron admitted. "It's hard when she's arguing, but at least I don't have to break up."

"Coward," said Hermione, she looked back and pretended not to see Lavender, "I really don't know how to face my classmates, they all think I stole Lavender's love interest."

"Oh, I think that's a real problem, and you need to find a way to clear it up," said Harry absently, still thinking about Hera.

"Yeah," said Hermione, hugging her shoulders, "but I can't waste my time on such things, no one would think I like Ron, right?" She glanced at Ron with disgust, a piece of dirt rubbed on the tip of his nose, and shook her head as if seeing a disaster, "Except for Lavender."

Harry nodded.

"By the way, Ginny and Dean broke up, Harry." Hermione said as if suddenly remembering.

Harry felt that a lot of extraordinary things had happened the night before he left, but he couldn't help becoming happier, as if he had suddenly danced a conga, and he glanced nonchalantly at Ginny, who was sitting at the long table talking and laughing with her friends.

"Am I that bad?" Ron and Hermione complained, and he could feel the disgust in Hermione's words, which was actually too obvious.

Hermione nodded earnestly, "Didn't you notice that almost no one paid attention to you except Lavender?"

"Because they're all focusing on Harry," Ron complained. "Of course, I don't hate you, Harry."

Harry nodded absently, his mind was full of Ginny, and he forgot about Hera and Dumbledore.

Ron and Hermione complained a few more times, but Hermione's words made Ron speechless, and in the end he could only take advantage of his face and walk out of the auditorium.He had to use the limited time to practice Quidditch, he had already wasted too much time, and he wanted to regain the Gryffindor goalkeeper position and push McLaggen out of the team.

Hermione followed Ron and Harry with a stack of books. She always liked to study on the grass next to the Quidditch pitch, where it was quiet enough that at least no one would point at her and say nonsense like "he stole Lavender's boyfriend".

The venue is sunny and the wind speed is moderate. It is a good weather for practicing Quidditch, and it is also a good weather for reading.Harry and Ron got on their broomsticks and started practicing, while Hermione opened the book to review the textbook.

About an hour or two later, at around three o'clock in the afternoon, several wizards in white cloaks surrounded a girl and walked across the grass.They attract the attention of the students.

"It's Katie!" Someone shouted happily.

"Katie?" Hermione finally raised her head from the book after hearing this name, and she looked curiously at Katie who was surrounded by wizards.

Ron and Harry also descended from the sky, and they landed beside Hermione.

"It's Katie, that's right, it's her." Harry's eyes widened, "But who is the person next to her? It always looks familiar."

"It's St. Mungo's therapist," said Ron. "Remember, we met last Christmas."

Harry nodded, that's when his head was attached to Voldemort, he 'saw' the scene where Mr Weasley was attacked, which saved Mr Weasley's life.

Hermione quickly tidied up the books spread out on the grass and put them all into her backpack.

"We'd better follow up and ask." Hermione said quickly, and at the same time she walked quickly towards the castle. Harry and Ron froze for a moment, and trotted after Hermione with brooms.

At last they caught up with Katie before the castle's hall steps.

"Hey, boys and girls, after we send Miss Bell to the school hospital first, you are in contact with her, okay?" said the leading therapist, "I know you must be good friends, but we have the necessary procedures to go." He looked extremely tired, and his eyelids drooped several times while speaking.

"Okay, sir, can we accompany Katie to the school hospital?" Harry asked hurriedly, desperate to know who had given Katie the opal necklace.

"Of course, but it's best to discuss this with Miss Bell, I'm not sure she will—"

"It's all right," Katie said, "but I'm afraid I can't tell you much. I've lost a lot of memory."

Harry nodded, he had to ask her right away, his curiosity surpassed even that of Quidditch.

Hera, who was standing in the principal's office on the eighth floor, looked at everything in front of her quietly. The therapist of St. Mungo's wanted to send Katie back, of course he had been notified, otherwise Moody, who was in charge of guarding, would not let them in at all.

"But what's so important?" Hera said lightly, "The murderer will not leave any hidden dangers behind."

"And we already know who the murderer is." Tom said, leaning on Hera's shoulder, "These are not important, the important thing is the newspaper."

"That's right, the newspaper." Hera nodded. "I didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to move so fast, and it didn't even have time to discuss it with us. But it happened to help us."

"I think your plan is about to succeed," hissed Tom.

"Yeah, it's almost done." Hera put her hand on the window sill and said softly, "That day won't be long, Albus should be able to understand me."

Tom took a deep look at Hera, he knew what Hera was thinking, but he couldn't stop him.

"Okay, Tom! Let's go figure out what to do next."

(End of this chapter)