Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 467 Snape wants to be the headmaster!
"It's me, understand?" said Ron.

"No," said Harry, "I don't understand."

"I'll explain it to you when I get back into the house, I can't stand the smell," said Ron.They descended the ladder, and then Ron lowered the ladder back to the ceiling, and they returned to Hermione, who was still picking out the books.

As soon as we left, this ghoul came down to live in my room," said Ron, "I think he's looking forward to it - it's not easy to tell, because he just grunts and drools - but he's quite a nod.Anyway, it is me who suffers from pox.How is it, eh? "

Harry just looked blank.

"Wonderful!" said Ron, clearly disappointed that Harry hadn't understood this brilliant plan. "You see, the three of us are no longer at Hogwarts, and everyone would assume that Hermione and I must be with you, right? That would mean the Death Eaters would come straight to our family to see if they knew where you were."

"Hopefully they'll think I went with Mum and Dad. A lot of Muggle-borns are talking about asylum these days," said Hermione.

"We can't hide our whole family, it's too suspicious, and they can't all be working," said Ron, "so we're going to let the wind out and say I've got bad pox and I can't go back to school. If someone comes to investigate, Dad or Mum can show them a ghoul with pustules all over my bed. Pox is so contagious, they won't want to go near it. It doesn't matter if it can't talk, because the fungus spreads over the little tongue, and it sure doesn't."

"Do your parents know about the plan?" Harry asked.

"Dad knows. He helped Fred and George transfigure ghouls. Mum...well, you've seen what she's like. She won't take it until we're gone."

There was silence in the room save for the soft clatter of Hermione tossing a book onto one pile or the other.Ron sat looking at her, and Harry looked at the two of them in turn, unable to say anything.The steps they had taken to protect his family made him feel all the more strongly that they really wanted to go with him, and that they knew what danger it would entail.He wanted to tell them what it meant to him, but he just couldn't think of words that carried enough weight.

In the silence, the voice of Mrs. Weasley shouting from four floors below could be heard faintly.

"Probably Ginny left some dust on a goddamn napkin ring," said Ron. "I don't understand why Mum would torture us like this? We're supposed to fight Voldemort."

"Because we promised Hera, we can't tell other people." Harry nuzzled, "I can only rely on ourselves."

"Don't even try to tell your mother about it, Ron," said Hermione. "You'd better let go of that idea before it's too late."

"Neither did I say that"

"What we really need to decide—" Hermione interrupted Ron's muttering, and threw "Defense of Magic Theory" into the trash can without thinking. It was a self-defense pamphlet published by the Ministry of Magic when Scrimgeour was in office, and it was full of useless stuff. "Where do we go after we leave here? Harry, I know you want to go to Godric's Hollow first, and I understand why, but I mean, shouldn't we consider Horcruxes first?"

"If we knew the whereabouts of a Horcrux, I would agree with you." Harry said, of course he knew the whereabouts of the Horcrux Diadem, but he only knew that it was hidden somewhere in the castle. Maybe he would have a chance to go back to school in the future, but not now.And he had a strong hunch that there was an answer waiting for him in Godric's Hollow, and he believed it had something to do with Dumbledore.Harry assured him that he hadn't simply traveled back to Godric's Hollow to see his parents' graves.

"Don't you think Voldemort might have someone watching Godric's Hollow?" Hermione asked. "And, we know the whereabouts of a Horcrux, don't we? I think we should probably go back to the castle, at least there's a Horcrux there."

"But without Dumbledore and Hera, do you think it's safe there?" Ron retorted. "Once the Death Eaters find Harry back in the castle, I bet he'll be caught by the Death Eaters before he even takes a step inside the castle."

"Don't dwell on this issue, haven't you ever suspected the true identity of Slytherin?" Harry interrupted the quarrel between Ron and Hermione, he didn't want to spend any more time on this topic, he had already made up his mind.

"You mean what Mad-Eye Moody said that day?" Hermione said in surprise, "I thought you didn't pay attention at all!"

"How is that possible!?" Ron muttered, but his flushed face gave him away, and he really didn't care.At that time, all his thoughts were on his family.Because the Weasleys were the most active family that night.

"What do you think, Hermione?"

"I think this is pure nonsense." Hermione said solemnly, but her slightly trembling hand pressed tightly on the "Evaluation of European Magical Education" betrayed her, and she obviously didn't think so in her heart.

"I think maybe Slytherin was just tricking Voldemort, that's not sure, is it, Harry?" said Ron. "We're not even sure if he's really Slytherin, it's just been him talking."

"On the contrary, I never doubted the fact that he was Salazar Slytherin." Hermione rolled Ron's eyes, and before Harry could speak, she continued, "We all know about Slytherin's qualities—" She looked at Harry's throat. "Yes, it's Parseltongue, and obviously everyone knew that you could speak Parseltongue, which was a big deal at the time. He didn't have to pretend."

"What if he's some other Slytherin blood or something?"

"Then why did he dare to use his ancestor's name? Wouldn't it be better to say that he is of the orthodox blood of Slytherin like Voldemort? Voldemort is still a half-breed." Hermione rarely used blood to attack people, but everyone present was not surprised.

Hermione's excellence proves that even a young Muggle-born wizard can be smarter and more knowledgeable than a pure-blood wizard-such as Ron.

And Voldemort has always advertised himself as a pure-blood, in fact, he is only a mixed blood, which has to be said to be a huge irony.

"I don't think there's anything to discuss about Slytherin's identity," said Ron, and this was agreed with Hermione, who both firmly believed that there was nothing suspicious about Slytherin's identity, although there were still mysteries in some respects.

"The first thing we need to figure out is, if we get a Horcrux, how do we destroy it?" Ron asked.

"Well," said Hermione, "I've been working on it."

Harry looked at the two in silence, restless in his heart, eager to go to Godric's Hollow.

"There shouldn't be any books about Horcruxes in the library!?" Ron asked in surprise. "Where did you find the information?"

"Not really," said Hermione, blushing slightly, "Dumbledore and Hera must have moved the books, but he - they didn't destroy them."

Ron sat up straight, his eyes wide open.

"For Merlin's pants, how did you get those Horcrux books?"

"I — I didn't steal it!" said Hermione, looking pleadingly from Harry to Ron. "They're still library books, even though they've been taken off the shelves. I'll bet Hera never read them. If they really didn't want them to be available, I'm sure he'd put up a bigger barrier—"

However, Hermione guessed wrong, and Hera had seen it, and watched it very carefully.

"Answer my question!" said Ron.

"Actually...it's really simple," Hermione said in a small voice. "I just cast a Flying Charm. You know—flying around. And then—they flew directly into the girls' dormitory from the window of Hera's study."

"When did you do this?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

"Shortly after—Hera's—funeral." Hermione's voice was even quieter. "Just after we decided to leave the school to find the Horcruxes. I went upstairs to get my things, and it suddenly occurred to me—the more we know about Horcruxes, the better.

(Hera: I don't know, I really don't know.)
The Iron Triangle here is still discussing the countermeasures closely in the attic, but Hera has encountered a very serious problem on the other side.

"The twelve school board members jointly impeached Principal McGonagall?" Hera was pacing behind the office, and Richfa was standing in front of the table, reporting the latest situation to him.

"Yes, my lord, I think it may be Voldemort's hands and feet. When he found that he could not confront you head-on, he began to try these small tricks." Reachfar said.

Hera rubbed her temples, and said helplessly, "It's just that I can't do anything about it."

"That's true. Are we going to impeach the twelve school directors directly?"

"Then what about the Hogwarts funding? Could it be that the Rozier family and the Heilig family are paying?" Hera gave Richfa a blank look. How could such a thing be possible?
"Actually, it's not impossible. Our family has been waiting for an opportunity to invest in Hogwarts, but before this, there has never been a precedent for a non-British family to invest in Hogwarts." Reachfa said, "The Ministry of Magic has always blocked us, otherwise"

"This may be a way." Hera nodded and said, but he didn't agree.

Hogwarts traditions are important and cannot be easily broken.

"Who will succeed Minerva after that?"

"It's Snape, Severus Snape," Reachfar replied.

Hera stopped and stroked her chin, "Severus. Interesting. So interesting."

"My lord, what's so interesting about this? Snape is Voldemort's lackey, and his existence is definitely not good news for us." Richfar asked puzzled.

"Hehe." Hera sneered, "What if I tell you that Severus is actually my undercover agent?"

"Ah, my lord's ingenious plan." Reachfa immediately bowed down. Snape could be said to be Voldemort's right-hand man, one of the few truly terrifying people around Voldemort, but he also fell at Hera's feet.

"The question now is, why did Voldemort occupy Hogwarts?" Hera started pacing again.Richfa also quietly helped Hera think about the reasons for all this.

"Wand. Wand!" Hera suddenly thought, "He must need the Elder Wand. He captured Ollivander, but Ollivander doesn't know anything at all. He will definitely tell the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."

"If the Elder Wand falls into Voldemort's hands, aren't we in danger, my lord?"

Hera shook her head lightly, "On the contrary, if Voldemort can only defeat me by relying on the Elder Wand, then he is destined to have only one way to go."

Rich couldn't speak, but a light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly thought of something at this moment.

The strength of the current Hera is vastly different from the Hera he knew two years ago. If there must be some way to improve Hera's strength, then the only thing Richfa can think of is the legendary Elder Wand.

It's understandable to think about it carefully. The old wand was in the hands of Grindelwald at first, and he was defeated by Dumbledore shortly afterwards, and the old wand was in Dumbledore's hands.Until 1995, Dumbledore died, and the wand was passed to Hera.

It makes perfect sense.

"Okay, Richfa, go out and get busy if you have nothing to do. As for the Hogwarts matter, I will think about it again." Hera ordered the eviction, and he needed some time to think about how to break the situation.

He must not let Voldemort find out that Grindelwald is actually buried in his tomb, and he must find a way to stop all of this-but it seems that it is okay to be discovered by Voldemort, after all, he does not have a wand in hand now, and he can't beat himself.

But, likewise, there was a loophole in all of Hera's plans.

That is, Voldemort doesn't use his own wand. He used someone else's wand because Voldemort wanted to kill Harry before, but if he didn't face Harry, would Voldemort use someone else's wand?
If he used his phoenix tail feather wand, Hera might not be able to beat him.

As for the Elder Wand, Hera was not so sure whether it was really as powerful as depicted in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", after all, it was just a children's bedtime book.

"Maybe I should think of another way." Hera murmured in a low voice.

A Voldemort, but he's especially terrifying with his evil henchmen, who have no regard for the law or morality.

"What a headache!" Hera said, rubbing her head, "but maybe I should talk to Severus first."

Thinking of this, Hera directly opened a roll of parchment, dipped the quill pen in the ink bottle, picked up the pen and began to write on it.

"Dear Mr. Prince."

(End of this chapter)