Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 460 Should I Call You Hera, or Salazar?

"Hera?" Moody excitedly clasped the arm of the wizard who was holding him.

The man stiffened for a while, and said in a very rigid tone: "Sorry, you admitted the wrong person."

Moody shook his head, tossing the hair out of his eyes.He tried hard to see through the man in front of him with his magic eyes, but through the hood, he could only see an unfamiliar face, and their voices did not resemble each other.

"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Moody said with some disappointment.

The man nodded slightly, and he waved his hand to the side. The wizard at the other end immediately understood what he meant. He jumped onto his companion's broom and threw his own broom over.

"Can you still ride a broom?" Hera tried her best to make her voice sound calm and normal, but at that moment, he was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out. Moody, a bad old man, couldn't just die like this!
Moody took the broom with difficulty, turned over and rode on it. He waved his wand and shouted loudly: "No problem, I can fight them all day!"

Hera nodded, although it was not clear how Moody saw through his disguise just now, maybe he was blindsided.After all, he hadn't heard that potions could also see through Compound Potion.

Hera gently lifted the broom handle, and he flew in other directions. After leaving almost two wizards guarding Moody and Harry, he took all the other wizards and continued to fly in another direction.

"Hey, young man." Moody stopped Hera who turned to leave, "Are you from there?"

Hera paused for a moment, turned his head slowly, and said softly, "Dumbledore's people."

Afterwards, as soon as Hera exerted her strength, she quickly disappeared from Moody's sight, even with magic eyes.

Moody was suspended in mid-air, and Mundungus's disguised Harry was flying shivering beside him.Moody hung his head, thinking over and over again the last sentence Hera just said.

"What did he say...?" The wind was too strong at night, and Moody couldn't hear what Hera said at all.

Tonight was destined to be a restless night. The staff of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic were surprised to find that they found many traces of wizards fighting in the sky above London. The aftermath of the huge attack even formed a meteorological spectacle visible to Muggles, but they just looked at each other tacitly and continued to do their work.

Obviously, Scrimgeour didn't know anything about it. He had been completely emptied by Death Eaters. He was just a puppet pushed to the front of the stage by Voldemort so that he could monitor the puppet of the entire wizarding world, but Scrimgeour still didn't realize it.

When Harry arrived at the safe house, he was completely passed out, and they fell through the sky less than a mile from Tonks' home. Fortunately, Tonks' parents and the courier dragged Harry and Hagrid into the safe house.

"What's going on, kid?" A blond-haired, pot-bellied man looked at Harry worriedly. "Hagrid's all right, what do you think? Is something else broken? I fixed your ribs, teeth, and arm. By the way, I'm Ted, Ted Tonks, Dora's father."

And Harry obviously hasn't recovered yet, but he still sits up abruptly. He has very important news, but there are stars in front of his eyes, and he feels sick and dizzy.

"Voldemort—"

"Take it easy," said Ted Tonks, putting a hand on Harry's shoulders and pushing him back onto the cushions. "You guys fell pretty badly just now. What's going on? The motorcycle broke down? Did Arthur Weasley over-ride again? Those new Muggle things he's throwing around?"

"No," Harry shouted, "Death Eaters, a whole bunch of Death Eaters—they're after us—"

"Death Eaters?" Thad said warily. "What are you talking about, Death Eaters? I thought they didn't know you were moving tonight, I thought—"

"They knew," said Harry, "that it was Snape, it must have been him, and he told Voldemort."

Ted raised his head, sighed deeply, and seemed to be able to see the starry sky above through the ceiling, "However, our protective spell is still effective, right? They cannot enter within a radius of 100 meters from any direction."

"Someone helped us, they escorted us," Harry swallowed, "just when we thought the rest of the journey was safe enough, Voldemort appeared, and he was able to recognize me—the two wizards who helped us—dead, Hagrid and I—" Harry's chest heaved violently, and he began to cough, blood spattering onto the sofa.

"Okay, kid, you'd better rest first, your internal organs are obviously injured very badly." Ted hurriedly took out his wand and cast several healing spells on Harry, which made Harry feel better.

Harry closed his mouth, he felt that he might spit out another mouthful of blood if he spoke again, and he planned to check on Hagrid's situation.But as soon as he got up, the door opened, and Hagrid squeezed in. His face was covered in mud and blood, his legs were a little limp, but he was miraculously still alive.

In order to protect Harry, Hagrid jumped off the motorcycle and fell directly on the broomstick of the Death Eaters following Voldemort. He had already aimed at Harry. Hagrid had no time to think, so he could only use the most clumsy method—physical method.But Hagrid forgot one thing, the broom couldn't bear his weight at all, they fell directly from the air, and Harry thought Hagrid had died.

But it seemed that Hagrid's physical fitness was better, and Harry tried his best not to think about the death of that Death Eater—probably turned into a meatloaf, it can be seen from the blood on Hagrid's body.

"Harry!" Hagrid shouted excitedly, and rushed towards Harry in three steps at a time. He also bumped into two exquisite tables and a spider egg, and then hugged Harry tightly in his arms, almost breaking Harry's newly grown ribs. "My God! Harry, how did you narrowly escape? I thought we were all finished!"

"Yeah, me too. I can't believe it—" said Harry, his words faltering when he saw a ghastly figure enter the room, and immediately reached into his pocket for his wand, but it was empty.

"How's our daughter?" A woman came in through the door behind Hagrid. "Hagrid said you were ambushed. Where's Nymphadora?"

It was only then that Harry realized that she was Tonks's mother. She had soft auburn hair and large, kind, loving eyes, but she looked a little bit like Bellatrix.

He just took her for that bastard woman Bellatrix.

"No idea," said Harry, shaking his head, "and we don't know what happened to the others."

Ted also entered the room, "I hope you have not misunderstood, my wife looks a bit like an evil guy." He rubbed his hands awkwardly, looked at his wife, and after getting her nod of permission, he continued, "She is Bellatrix's sister, Andromeda Black, but now she is my Mrs. Tonks." He gave Mrs. Tonks a loving look, and then gently embraced her in his arms.

Harry took a deep breath, and nodded, indicating that he would not care about it.But soon he was scared again. He couldn't believe that Voldemort didn't kill him, but he felt that he should be thankful for it-at that time, Voldemort's spell was only one nose distance from Harry, but it collapsed in the air in front of Harry's eyes. It was amazing!

But this was the first time Harry had seen this situation, and his brow tightened periodically, which made Ted and his wife worry again.

"So, what happened? You just mentioned the name of the mysterious man, and he also appeared tonight?"

"Yeah, I don't know how he did it, but he was clearly able to identify who was the real Harry Potter," said Harry. "I don't think anything will happen to Tonks, she's a very good Auror, she's very good."

"Yes, yes, Andromeda," Ted patted his wife on the back to comfort her, "Dora will be fine, she knows it, she has experienced many dangerous scenes with the Aurors. She will be fine."

Mrs. Tonks nodded and curled up in her husband's arms.

To be honest, Harry was very uncomfortable watching this scene. Mrs. Tonks and Bellatrix were so similar in appearance, but she was more kind and gentle.

"Portkey, sir and ma'am," said Harry softly, breaking up the conversation between the couple. "Hagrid and I must go back to the Burrow to find out what's going on - then I can send you a message, or - or Tonks himself will."

"Here's the Portkey," said Tad. "If you want to use it, you should be leaving in three minutes. It's in the bedroom."

"Okay, we'll use it," said Harry. He grabbed the backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Hedwig's cage was gone. He didn't want to mention it. He could only carry the backpack and follow Ted through a short hallway into a bedroom.Hagrid followed, stooping low to keep his head from hitting the doorframe.

"Come on, kids, that's the portkey." Thad pointed to a small silver-backed hairbrush on the dresser.

"Thanks." Harry leaned forward and put a finger on it, ready to leave.

"Wait," said Hagrid, looking around, "Harry, where's Hedwig?"

"It's been hit," said Harry, his head hanging, tears burning hot in his eyes.

Hagrid's emotions also fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant from the joy of the rest of his life at this moment. Hedwig was the first gift Hagrid gave Harry, and it was also the first gift Harry received in this life since he could remember.The owl is Harry's companion and an important link to the wizarding world every time Harry is forced to return to the Dursleys.

Hagrid reached out a big hand and patted Harry's shoulder painfully.

"Don't be sad," he said in a gruff voice, "don't be sad, he's had an extraordinary life—"

"Hagrid!" Thad reminded, and Hagrid put his finger on it just in time for the hairbrush to emit a blinding blue light.

After Hera and Moody parted, he went to help other 'Harry's' one after another, helping them deal with the Death Eaters who were following them, and then a terrifying figure appeared on the other side of the sky.

Flying like smoke on the wind, no broom, no Thestrals, snake's face glowing in the dark, scarlet eyes stressful to glance at, pale, slender fingers gripping a wand—

"Voldemort." Hera murmured with a complex expression, and before she spoke, Voldemort's figure was less than three miles away from them.

Hera quickly shouted, "This is not the battle you should participate in, spread out, spread out!"

The wizards around him immediately dispersed, they were suspended in the air, and 'Harry' and his guards immediately flew towards their safe house.

Voldemort stopped at a distance of tens of meters in front of Hera, his brows furrowed slightly, his scarlet eyes gleamed, his fingers brushed lightly over the wand, and he said softly, "Who are you?"

The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached Hera's ears.

Hera chuckled, and he pulled off the hood, revealing a completely unfamiliar face to Voldemort—yes, it must be strange, because it was a Muggle's hair that Hera randomly picked at King's Cross Station.

"You should use your honorific name, Tom Marvolo Gaunt." Hera rode on the broom and said loudly.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Hera angrily, and roared, "Avada Kedavra—"

Hera dodged lightly.

"What are you angry about? My child." Hera said playfully, "You know who I am, don't you? You know I'm still alive, and you can't wait to get rid of my Horcrux and force me to show up. I have to say, your plan has succeeded."

"Impossible, you can't be alive! It's impossible!" Voldemort yelled frantically, the red light in his eyes became more intense, "It's been thousands of years, you can't be alive!"

"Heh, even you have walked the road of longevity for so long, am I a wizard limited by the times?" Hera sneered.

Voldemort was so angry that he raised his wand again, but he was only halfway through the incantation: "Avada—no—"

Hera slid in the air predictably in advance, but the expected death curse did not spray over, which made him a little surprised.

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at his wand with a complicated expression. It was already cracked. This was his wand, and it didn't fit so well. Even once his power was instilled in it, the wand would split almost instantly.

"It looks like you're going to stay here today." Hera raised her wand slowly, "Avada Kedavra!" He didn't have any psychological burden on Voldemort, and he could recite the Kedavra Curse without any scruples, and with the blessing of the Elder Wand, this also made his spells terrifyingly powerful.

Voldemort dodged in the air. After losing his wand, he almost only had the ability to dodge, and he was completely powerless in a fight.

It wasn't until Hera was a little tired from chanting the incantation that Voldemort seized a gap and asked fiercely.

"Should I call you Hera Lestrange, or Salazar Slytherin?"

(End of this chapter)