Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 458 Hera's True Face and Farewell

I asked Skeeter if he meant Hera Lestrange's two years of traveling after graduation, because there have always been rumors that he had engaged in some illegal smuggling business, but unfortunately the Ministry of Magic has never made this information public.But I believe that there are definitely quite a few wizards who are skeptical.

"Oh, that's just the tip of the iceberg," Skeeter said with a smile, "no, no, what I'm discussing is much more serious than an illegal smuggling businessman, and even more serious than the many dark wizards who appeared at his funeral - even though they are all criminal dark wizards on the wanted list in various countries. Hera Lestrange has always covered up his past, but what aroused my curiosity was his experience before Hogwarts. I dug a little and found a series of scary, Thrilling stuff - but, as I said, you need to read my new book, Hera Lestrange - The Man of the Fog, for more details. All I can say now is that it's no wonder Hera Lestrange never talked about his past."

Despite all these scandals, could Skeeter deny what Hera Lestrange had done at Hogwarts all these years?As we all know, Hera Lestrange has always been a staunch Dumbledore faction. He is most famous for his battle with the mysterious man in the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, I'm so glad you mentioned the mysterious man," Skeeter didn't smile at all, even when Betty pronounced the "mysterious man", she trembled unconsciously, and the teacup she was holding almost fell off. "Those who believe in Hera Lestrange have to be prepared for a bomb - maybe a turd. Very dirty business, very, very dirty. Suffice it to say, don't believe what he's showing the public. People may read my book and decide that Hera Lestrange is a complete asshole."

Skeeter won't say much more about this intriguing topic, so we turn to .
Harry closed the paper, feeling a bit of a headache, Hera's funeral was only five weeks away, and Rita Skeeter had even prepared his biography, which offended him, and a burst of anger ensued: why was Rita Skeeter so sure she could investigate everything when even he couldn't see Hera's true face?
Is it just because she's an illegal Animagus?
"On the day of the funeral, she must have turned into a beetle and sneaked onto the grounds again," Harry said harshly. He clearly didn't see Rita Skeeter at the time, which was an offense to Hera. "She must be warned."

Harry didn't know why he'd asked him to think so, but he had an inclination, and in fact, he'd been refusing to believe that Hera had killed Dumbledore.Even though it was revealed by Snape and Bellatrix, he didn't want to believe it, and even had a more terrifying guess—maybe Dumbledore asked Hera to kill him?

After all, Dumbledore was so powerful that even Voldemort regarded him as his greatest enemy, but Hera killed him so simply.Everything went so smoothly that Harry couldn't believe it, and he believed that there must be something hidden in it.Besides, if Hera really killed Dumbledore, why did Voldemort send Malfoy and Bellatrix to kill Hera?

They must have discovered Hera and Dumbledore's plan, so
Harry's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he felt that he was getting close to the truth. Hera in his heart turned from darkness to light again, and once again became the upright and kind wizard in his heart, always rubbing his hair with a smile.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door slamming was heard upstairs, and a man shouted: "Hi!you!
Harry knew who his uncle was calling, and he'd been called around like that for the past 16 years (except this summer).But he didn't answer right away, he was staring at the picture of Hera on the front page of the newspaper, staring at Hera on it, he was standing on a platform talking something.

It wasn't until his uncle yelled "Boy!" Harry stood up slowly and walked towards the bedroom door, stopping halfway to stuff the broken lens into the backpack, which was already full of things he planned to take away.

"What are you dawdling about?" Seeing Harry appearing at the stairs, Uncle Vernon shouted angrily, "Come down quickly, I have something to say!"

Harry put his hands in his jeans pockets and walked slowly down the stairs.He went into the living room and found the Dursleys there.They were dressed for the trip—Uncle Vernon in a fawn zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia in a crisp pale orange top, and Harry's big, blond, muscular cousin, Dudley, in a leather jacket.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.

"Sit down!" said Uncle Vernon.Harry raised his eyebrows. "Please!" Uncle Vernon hurriedly said, frowning, as if the word had stabbed his throat.

Harry sat down.He seemed to have guessed what it was.My uncle began to pace the room.

Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face wrinkled into a ball, and spoke.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"Surprised," said Harry.

"Don't use that tone—" Petunia screamed, and Vernon waved her to shut up.

"It's all nonsense," said Uncle Vernon, staring at Harry with piggy eyes. "I'm determined not to believe a word of it. We're not going, we're not going anywhere."

Harry looked up at his uncle, annoyed and amused.For the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley had had to change his mind every 24 hours, and every time he changed his mind, he had to go through a lot of tossing, loading luggage into the car, unloading it, and loading it back into the car.What Harry thought was the cutest thing was that Uncle Vernon wanted to put the luggage back into the trunk of the car, but he didn't know that Dudley had packed the dumbbells in the luggage this time, only to fall to the ground, angry and hurt, and cursed.

"According to you—" now Vernon Dursley was saying, pacing the living room again, "we—Petunia, Dudley and I—are all in danger. The danger comes from—from—"

"Some of 'our kind', yes," said Harry.

"Hmph, I don't believe it," Uncle Vernon said again, stopping in front of Harry again, "I stayed up late last night, thinking about this, it must be a conspiracy to occupy the house."

"A house?" Harry asked. "What house?"

"This house!" squealed Uncle Vernon, the veins in his forehead starting to throb. "Our house! House prices are going up so much around here! You're trying to get us out, and then you're going to play a trick, and before we know it, the name on the deed will be yours—" "Are you confused?"

"How dare you—!" Aunt Petunia screamed, and Vernon waved her to shut up again, as if a few insults to his appearance were nothing compared to the danger he saw through.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten," said Harry, "that I have a godfather, and he and my parents left a considerable fortune, enough to buy dozens of these houses."

silence.Harry thought the words had stunned his uncle.

"You claim," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again, "that the devil—"

"——Voldemort," Harry said impatiently, "We've discussed this matter a hundred times. It's not a claim, it's a fact. Dumbledore must have told you a long time ago that as soon as I turn 17, the spell that protects me will be lifted, and you and I will be exposed. The Order of the Phoenix believes that Voldemort will target you, or torture you, ask me about my whereabouts, or think that I will rush to rescue you if you are detained as a cognizant."

Vernon was nervously sweating his brow, and he started pacing again.

But Harry didn't let go of his plan. In fact, he was really concerned about the safety of the Vernon family at the moment, "You must hide. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​willing to help and provide you with the best and strictest protection."

Vernon continued pacing without speaking. Outside, the sun hung low over the hedges of Privet Drive.

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?" Vernon asked suddenly.

"good."

"Then, why can't they protect us? In my opinion, we, as innocent victims, have not done any bad things and should be protected by the government!"

Harry laughed, and he tried not to, but failed.Why is Vernon so naive?He actually believed that a department like the Ministry of Magic could protect him?As usual, he always pinned his hopes on the establishment of the government.

"You should be able to guess, without me having to say much," Harry replied, "that bad people have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic, and they are no longer trustworthy."

Yes, the news of Lucius Malfoy's release from prison was reported in a very small space in the newspapers two days ago, proving that everything before was just a mistake in the investigation, and this made Harry's last bit of trust in the Ministry of Magic evaporate. It was originally given to him by Scrimgeour, who made Harry feel that he and Fudge are completely different people.But apparently, he alone couldn't screw Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic.

Scrimgeour probably sensed that the Ministry of Magic was losing control a little bit.But this is out of his control, Weasley and Kingsley have reminded him, but he can't get out of here, the only thing he can do is - try to control the Ministry of Magic and prevent it from completely falling to Voldemort.It was all he could do.

Uncle Vernon finally gave in. For the safety of his wife and children, he abandoned everything he owned in London, England, and his career that he had worked so hard for many years.Although Harry didn't say it on the surface, he had to admit that Vernon had absolutely nothing to say to his wife and children, and he was willing to give up everything for their safety.

However, the joy of parting still filled Harry's heart, which made the atmosphere a bit awkward - especially the saddursley family.

The doorbell rang, and Harry took the initiative to answer the door. He knew that it should be someone from the Order of the Phoenix. They agreed to take Harry to transfer today, not on his 17th birthday, to prevent the Death Eaters from ambush in advance.

Quite a few people came, some Harry knew and some he didn't.But he saw the figure of Mad-Eye Moody.

The Dursleys were going to leave first, and Harry stood at the door of the house and watched them get into the car. Harry watched Tom get into the car with complicated expressions, but there were some unspeakable complex emotions in his heart.

Dali gently broke free from his mother's arms and walked towards Harry.This made Harry's heart tighten, he thought that fat pig Dudley was going to punch him in the face hard.

However, Dali didn't do that. He opened his arms and hugged Harry firmly, while whispering in his ear, "Protect yourself, Harry."

Harry looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his body froze completely, and he said in an incredible tone: "My God, Dudley, did the Dementor instill another personality in you?"

"I don't know," whispered Dudley, "goodbye, Harry." He patted Harry on the back, and let go of Harry.

"Okay." Harry also smiled, "Take care, cousin."

Daly almost smiled, then walked to the car, plodding on the gravel driveway, and the door slammed shut.

Aunt Petunia rolled down the car window, and for a moment Harry thought she was about to say something: she gave him a strange, timid look, seemed to hesitate to speak, but quickly buried her head in the wet handkerchief and looked away from Harry.

Watching the car leave, disappearing around the corner of Privet Drive, the Dursleys left completely.

"It's hard, isn't it?" Moody said beside Harry, holding on to the handle of the stairs.

Harry shook his head lightly, didn't say anything, turned around and ran back to his bedroom upstairs, picked up Hedwig's cage, his Firebolt and backpack, took a last look at the neat and somewhat abnormal bedroom, then went crookedly downstairs to the living room, and put the birdcage, broom and backpack beside the foot of the stairs.The light quickly dimmed, and the living room looked shadowy in the twilight.

"Don't you want to look here again?" Tonks asked, her hair turning pink, her favorite color.

Harry shook his head lightly. He looked at such a large group of people and asked suspiciously, "Why are there so many people here?"

"Plans changed," said Moody gruffly, carrying two huge bulging sacks, his magic eye whizzing over the darkening sky, house, and garden with dizzying speed. "We'll take cover before we tell you about it."

Harry had a hunch that this was not a good thing, something must have happened.Sure enough, but after they all walked into the kitchen, Moody said, "The plan has changed, Snape betrayed us, we have to abandon the original plan."

"Snape!?" Harry cried. "I've already said, I saw—"

"Well, Harry, we're bored enough, let's hear from Moody first, shall we?" said Mr. Weasley wearily, his hair thinning.

(End of this chapter)