Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 461 I strip you of Gaunt's surname, Tom
"Should I call you Hera Lestrange, or Salazar Slytherin?" Voldemort yelled, his whole body was floating in the air, the cloak behind him seemed to be floating like smoke, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"You know who I am, you are very clear." Hera smiled lightly, and he put down his wand, as if he didn't care about Voldemort, the Dark Lord at all, but the saints behind him could clearly see his slightly trembling hands, but Hera waved his cloak and hid his arms in it.

Voldemort gritted his teeth, his scarlet eyes became even more red, and several figures in the distance rode brooms quickly cutting through the starry sky and galloping towards the center of the battle.

"Your wand, Selwyn, give me your wand!" Voldemort yelled at the person who came, through the Dark Mark he could perceive the identity of the person who came.

The Death Eater hardly hesitated, and threw his wand directly in Voldemort's direction.

"Disarm!" Hera immediately raised her wand and knocked off the wand that Voldemort had just held.

"You! Damn! Damn!" roared Voldemort angrily. "You'll know what you're doing, Slytherin. You're provoking—"

"Enrage Voldemort?" Hera said playfully, "I don't seem to have blamed you for bluffing around under the name of Slytherin, have I?"

Voldemort kept his mouth shut, but his chest heaved with anger in a way no Death Eater had ever seen.

"Avada—" shouted the other Death Eater besides Selwyn, but his incantation was interrupted by the saint behind Hera.

"This is not a war that you should intervene in," Hera said cruelly, "This is our family business."

The two Death Eaters looked at each other, seemingly confused about the situation.

"Stand back, if you want to fight, we will accompany you." The saint behind Hera shouted.

Hera raised her eyebrows and said coldly without turning her head, "Abernathy."

"Master, forgive me." Abernathy quickly lowered his height, and he said respectfully with his head down.

"Forget it, you go aside." Hera waved her left hand, said casually, and then fixed her gaze on Voldemort, "What tricks do you have?"

"You don't think I'm weaker than you, do you? For decades, I've been—" Voldemort's voice was high-pitched, cold, and clear, and he seemed confident again as he held his wand.

"You've been hiding in the forests of Albania, haven't you? I know, I know it perfectly. You hid the crown there, and then you hid it in the castle." Hera said quickly, "How many tricks do you want to play?"

Voldemort turned even paler.

His cards have been completely figured out by Hera.

"How do you know?" Voldemort's voice twisted, shaking with rage and fear.

"You don't think I've been alone all these years, do you?" Hera said, raising his wand again. "Your wands don't fit well. They can't bear your strength. How many wands do you think you can have?"

Voldemort's face became more ferocious, the veins on the back of his hand popped, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

"You can't kill me." He said stiffly, "You know, you can't keep me."

Hera laughed, and he laughed so loudly that Death Eaters and Saints couldn't understand it, but Voldemort knew he was laughing at himself, so his face was even worse, and it was as white as chalk now, with veins bulging under the skin, and it looked terrible.

Fortunately, Hera was not that close to him, so he couldn't see very clearly.

After a few seconds, Hera's laughter finally stopped.

"You don't think you are immortal, do you?" Hera said while shaking her head, "I really can't kill you today, but you will turn into that ghost again, with no body, no shadow, not even a ghost."

Voldemort was silent, and after a while, he spoke slowly, as harshly as a spatula scraping an iron pan.

"what do you want?"

"I want the Ministry of Magic."

"You don't want Hogwarts?"

"What do I want my school to do?" Hera asked rhetorically.

Voldemort fell silent again.Hera waited for a while, seeing that Voldemort hadn't moved, he raised his wand again, "Avada—"

"Deal." Voldemort gritted his teeth.

Hera put down her wand, showing her usual philistine smile, "Very wise choice, Tom."

"Don't call me that name again," said Voldemort angrily, and he even raised his wand, even though he was likely to be hurt by his own spell - because the wand didn't fit him at all.

"Okay, Tom."

"you--!"

Hera put down her wand, put her hand in her pocket, and pointed her left hand into the distance, "You can leave now."

Voldemort turned away immediately, giving Hera a savage look as if to imprint his face in his mind before walking away.

"Very good, is this showing hostility to me?" Hera murmured. He shrugged and said in a small voice that everyone present could hear: "In the name of Salazar Slytherin, as the patriarch of the Gaunt family, I expelled Tom Marvolo Gaunt from the family tree. From now on, you will never be able to use the surname of Gaunt again, and the glory of the Gaunt family will never bloom on you."

Voldemort fell down and almost fell from the air. Fortunately, he stabilized his body in time. He turned his head and stared at Hera fiercely. His murderous intent burst out, and even made Hera feel chills all over.

"I remember you." Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse, and hatred filled him.

The two Death Eaters followed Voldemort tremblingly, not daring to breathe. They heard the news today, and it was hard to guarantee that Voldemort would not silence them—they could only pray that Voldemort would have a better temper—but was it possible?

"Okay, you go back." Hera said softly to the saints beside her, "I still have things to do, you go to the Ministry of Magic and take over there."

"But does your lord Voldemort really respect the bargain?" Abernathy asked. "He's the Dark Lord—"

"Don't worry, he's a man of his word." Hera lied solemnly. "Just give my name and tell them that Salazar Slytherin takes over the Ministry of Magic. If anyone resists, you know what to do. Reachfar will help you."

"Yes, my lord." Abernathy said respectfully, and then quickly flew towards London with the saints behind him.

Looking at the empty night sky around her, Hera raised her head, looked at the stars, and murmured: "It would be great if everything could go so smoothly."

Hera couldn't be more clear, such an opportunity is almost impossible to reappear. Although it is not clear what happened to Voldemort's wand, it is obvious that he will solve the wand problem as soon as possible when he returns. The next time I see him, it will really be a life-and-death confrontation.

It will never be like this time, just by talking about it.

"Then, let me think about it, where is the Order of the Phoenix?" Hera lowered her head and pondered for a while, then quickly flew in one direction with her broomstick in hand.

Hera landed on a country road, but the crooked silhouette did not appear in front of her eyes: The Burrow disappeared!

"They must have used the Fidelity Charm to hide the Burrow," said Hera, pocketing the broom and walking on foot.But within a few steps, an invisible barrier blocked him.

"That's interesting. No wonder they use this place as a safe house. It's much safer than Black's old house." Hera smiled. He took out his wand and prepared to enter the Burrow.

It is definitely not an easy task to enter the Burrow. There are a lot of protective spells, shielding spells, and detection spells. Wizards and Muggles can't break in, and they can't be drawn on the map. These are extremely advanced magic, so Hera uses .
"Open the door!" Hera pointed his wand at his throat and murmured "Sound like a bell" in a low voice, then shouted with all his strength, and after shouting twice, but nothing happened, he pointed his wand at the sky again, and released several brilliant fireworks.

"Okay, okay, boy. We hear you." Moody limped out, as if he had just stepped out of nowhere, but his eyes obviously lit up as he looked at Hera.

"Salazar Slytherin, nice to meet you, I've heard of you a long time ago." Hera held out her hand to him.

Moody reached out to hold Hera's hand, and he said gruffly in surprise, "Slytherin? You weren't a thousand years ago—"

"That's right, but I think you can ask Dumbledore." Hera smiled slightly, let go of her hand and said. "Where is he hiding? I haven't heard from him for a year."

"He's dead," said Moody regretfully, "like that poor child Hera."

"Is he really dead?" Hera asked pretending to be puzzled, "It shouldn't be. I always thought he was hiding."

"Go in and talk," Moody said sadly, "go in the house, thanks to you today, otherwise we will suffer a lot."

"It's nothing, I promised Dumbledore." Hera said, his words were truthful, even though Dumbledore didn't mean it originally.

After walking a few steps forward, there was no barrier now, and Hera seemed to have passed through a bubble, and he saw the crooked figure of the Burrow again.

"This is the Weasley's home, isn't it?" Hera pretended to see it for the first time and said, "I heard about that rebellious Weasley boy who gave up his father's inheritance and chose another path."

The unintentional words made Moody's heart ache, and he asked cautiously, "Your view of Muggles is the same as in the history books?"

"No, no, I've been hiding in the Muggle world all these years." Hera Qingxiao explained, he had to make up a reasonable excuse, at least to make the Order of the Phoenix not suspicious, "Muggles are really very creative, they can talk hundreds of kilometers apart without magic, even wizards can't do it."

"Oh, yes, then you must have a lot to talk about with Arthur." Moody nodded. He was worried that Hera would not be able to accept Arthur's closeness to Muggles after seeing Arthur. After all, many purebloods could not accept it, let alone Salazar who supported the glory of purebloods throughout history.At the end, he added, "Arthur is the rebellious boy of the Weasley family that you said."

"Well, I know." Hera nodded. He took out a brass jug from his pocket, took a sip, and then stuffed it back into his pocket.

Moody twitched his nose. He seemed to smell something familiar. He had seen it before today—it was Polyjuice Potion.

"Haha, Polyjuice Potion," Hera said with a big laugh, "I will continue to live my retirement life after your work is done. I don't want you to look for me all over the world, that would be too boring."

"I understand, I understand." Moody said quickly, he could roughly understand Hera's thoughts - anyway, he didn't dare to refute, if Hera hadn't appeared today, they still don't know how many casualties there would be.

Pushing open the door, Moody stood aside respectfully, bowed and invited Hera to enter the room.

Hera was also unambiguous, and directly stepped across the threshold and entered the living room.

Molly hurriedly stood up from the sofa, she looked towards the door, "Oh, who's here, Moody—" But after seeing Hera's unfamiliar face, she took out her wand almost instantly.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited." Hera said quickly, while raising her hands slightly, indicating that she wasn't holding a wand, and that she wasn't an enemy.

"Okay, Molly, take it easy, he's here to help us." Moody walked sideways into the living room and closed the door, "If it wasn't for him, my old bones would die in London, and I can't count on Mundungus at all."

"I just want them to think I'm the real Harry." Mundungus said aggrievedly, hiding in a pile of rags, with a stench all over his body.

"That's no excuse for your escape, Dunger!" Moody yelled at him sourly, which made Mundungus wince in terror.

Moody turned his head and said to Hera with a smile, "Sorry, I made you laugh." He walked towards the sofa with his artificial legs upside down, and cleared a place for him under the surprised eyes of Molly and Arthur who had just been driven out, "You just need to sit here."

Molly and Arthur glanced at each other. It was the first time they saw Moody being so polite to others. You must know that even when Dumbledore was still there, he didn't say that Moody was so respectful—they were more like friends.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound outside, and there was a scream from upstairs in the yard.

With the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, Ginny hurried down the stairs, "Mom, Harry is here!"

"Who are you?" Ginny also raised her wand vigilantly, which made Hera very speechless, and their awareness of prevention was too good.

"Ginny, put down your wand, he" Molly was halfway through, because she didn't know Hera's true identity either.

Hera raised her eyebrows, smiled lightly, and whispered, "Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin."

(End of this chapter)