Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 468 What kind of experience is it to read your own will?
Hera finally got in touch with Snape, but it made Hera wait for almost two days, and she didn't receive Snape's reply until Hera was almost falling asleep.

"Yes."

The question Hera asked before was: Did Voldemort ask you to be the headmaster.

And Snape's answer is not surprising, Voldemort really has such an idea.Thinking about it too, Hogwarts hides his Horcruxes, and the Elder Wand is buried in the tomb in the Forbidden Forest. How could this not attract him?
Hera almost didn't care that she was only wearing pajama pants, and quickly sent a message to Snape: Can you stop it?

Snape's news came back soon, and Hera looked at the news and leaned back on the chair. A few words were clearly written in the notebook on the table: "Impossible".

"It seems that we have to think of a way, at least we have to hide our current identity." Hera murmured.

But this night, Hera didn't think of any better way, and there was only one thing he could do—take a good rest.

Tomorrow, I will go to give Harry and the others an account of my relics. This kind of experience is really novel.

Professor McGonagall had shipped all the things that Hera left to Harry to the Ministry of Magic earlier this afternoon. This was before the school trustees had decided on a new headmaster. She still had this power. For the time being, she was still the headmaster.

At dawn, when the air was cool and the morning light was faint, Hera was walking on a mountain road.Wrapped in thick fog below was a hazy town. It was a Muggle town close to the Burrow. Because the Burrow had been cast with a spell, he couldn't apparate directly into the Burrow's territory. He had to land nearby and then walked there.

The weather on July 7 was like a furnace, but the morning was extraordinarily crisp.

The sun was gradually rising and peeking out the tops, and Harry woke up from his sleep, shouting the name "Grigovich" at the same time.

Ron was woken up by him, and he understood almost instantly that Harry was connected to Voldemort's brain again.

"Who is Gregorovitch?"

"how could I know?"

"But you are the one talking in your dreams."

Harry rubbed his forehead, lost in thought. He vaguely felt he had heard the name before, but couldn't remember where.

"I think Voldemort is looking for him."

"Poor guy," said Ron excitedly.

Harry sat up, still rubbing his scar, wide awake now.He tried hard to recall the scene he had just seen in his dream, but he could only think of the outline of a stretch of mountains and a small village in a deep valley.

"I think he's abroad."

"Who? Gregorovitch?"

"Voldemort. I think he's looking for Gregorovich somewhere abroad. Doesn't look like England."

"Why are you spying on his mind again?"

There was worry in Ron's voice.

"Please, don't tell Hermione," said Harry, "she wished so badly that I didn't see those things in my dreams again..." He looked up at the piggy's cage, and continued to wonder... Why does the name "Grigovitch" sound so familiar?
"I think," he said slowly, "that he might have something to do with Quidditch. There's something to it, but I—I can't remember what."

"Quidditch?" Ron asked. "You're not thinking of Golgevic, are you?"

"Who?"

"Dragomir Gorgovich, Chaser, moved to Chudley Cannons two years ago for a record fee. He holds the record for most Quaffles thrown in a single season."

"No," said Harry, "I'm sure it wasn't Golgovich."

"I try not to miss him, too," said Ron. "Well, happy birthday to you."

"Wow - by the way, how did I forget! I'm 17 years old!"

Harry finally gave up the idea of ​​escaping early. He didn't dare to bet, what if there were Voldemort's undercover agents in the Ministry of Magic, what if they had some other means to detect traces on Harry's body?
Today is the day when Harry prepares to escape from the Burrow.

Go now without delay.

Harry grabbed the wand by the bed, pointed at the messy desk where his glasses were placed, and said, "Glasses are flying!" Although the glasses were only a few dozen centimeters away from him, watching it whiz towards him brought great satisfaction to Harry.But the good times didn't last long, and the glasses flew over and poked his eyes.

"Not bad." Ron snorted.

As early as the beginning of this year, he had turned 17 and had taken the Apparition exam. Although he failed, he could already use magic outside of school.

Reveling in the joy of Trace's disappearance, Harry planned to sneak away after breakfast.

But at this time, Hera had already knocked on the door. He knew that today was Harry's coming of age, and Harry would definitely try to escape.

So he deliberately got up early in the morning.

But if Harry had escaped in the early hours of the morning, then Hera was doomed to fail.

As for why Hera was sure that Harry would run away, he probably blamed himself. He told Harry everything about destroying the Horcruxes, and told him how important all of this was, and it had to be done by Harry.

Because he is the child who was prophesied to defeat Voldemort.

"Maybe because of the Horcrux in Harry's mind, he is the savior of the world." Hera murmured, and sneered, "Who would have thought? Harry must be killed to completely destroy Voldemort."

Shaking her head lightly to get the thought out of her mind, Hera took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the courtyard door. However, this action was obviously unnecessary. When he stepped into the Burrow, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley already knew his whereabouts.

"Mr. Minister, nice to meet you." Mr. Weasley hurried across the courtyard to the door in his pajamas, and opened the door for Hera.

"Weasley, nice to meet you." Hera nodded, and said quite calmly, "Don't be nervous, I have business to see today—Harry and his friends."

"Harry?" Mr. Weasley was very surprised. He rubbed his hands. "I don't think they violated the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, did they? They have been at the Burrow and never left."

"Of course not, I'm here to hand over the relics of Hera Lestrange." Hera said, "He should still be there, right?"

"To be honest, they've been trying to run away, but I'm pretty sure they haven't," said Mr. Weasley awkwardly.

"Very well, wake them up, it's a good thing I came here so early on purpose."

Entering the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley prepared a hot cocoa for Hera with a smile.

"Thank you." Hera lifted the cup holder and took a sip. The taste was not bad. "Could you please call Harry and the others downstairs?"

"No problem, Mr. Slytherin."

Mrs. Weasley was very enthusiastic about Hera, because she knew from George and Bill how thrilling everything was at the beginning. If it wasn't for Mr. Slytherin, she might have lost two more sons.

"Thank you."

Harry was called down from upstairs by Mrs. Weasley with a puzzled expression on his face. It was not time for breakfast yet, and he didn't even hear Mrs. Weasley cooking.

"Good morning, Potter," said Hera sternly, trying to look as serious as possible.

"Good morning, sir." Harry and Ron nodded timidly. Although the discussion was intense before, they were still quite nervous when facing Hera.

"Happy birthday," Hera said, "but obviously I have something much more important to say, so come and sit down. I need to talk to you alone." He glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and they understood immediately.

"It just occurred to me that I'm going upstairs to help Ginny make the quilt."

"I'm going to work too."

The Weasleys quickly left space and time for Hera and the three children.

"Very well," said Hera.

"I have a few questions for you three," Hera said softly, "Are you planning to skip Hogwarts this year?"

"Yes." The three looked at each other, and finally Harry said firmly.

"I won't ask why, but what I want to say is that this year Severus took over as headmaster." Hera looked at the three of them, "You better not have the idea of ​​going back to school unless we can change everything. The Death Eaters have taken over Hogwarts."

Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed, and she quickly covered her mouth.

"Attention, ma'am." Hera said coldly, "The next thing I want to talk about is today's business."

"What's the matter?"

"That's right, you don't think I'm here to remind you not to go to Hogwarts, do you?"

The three of them looked at each other, they really thought so.

Hera rubbed her temples in distress, these three children are too stupid! ?

"I have come for the will of Hera Lestrange."

Hermione was crying again, and she repeated, "Hera's will"

"Yes, he left some things for you," Hera said. "Even though he left most of them for Hogwarts, he left a few for you."

"I—we both?" said Ron. "And me and Hermione?"

"Actually, not only you, even Luna Lovegood, but I can't tell you what it is." Hera pulled an ugly smile, probably because the Muggle appearance he changed was not as handsome as him.

"But Hera has been dead for more than a month, why did it take so long to give us what he left us?" Harry asked.

Hera shrugged, "Because Scrimgeour must have thought that there must be something mysterious about what he left to you, so Professor McGonagall was only sent to the Ministry of Magic two days ago—when she was forced to resign as headmaster."

"The Ministry of Magic has no right to do that," said Hermione before Harry could ask.

Hera smiled and said, "That's right, they didn't, but obviously the current Ministry of Magic is no longer the former Ministry of Magic. Minerva McGonagall believed in the right person."

"Really?" Hermione stared at Hera with scrutiny, and she quickly calmed down.

"You seem to have a very close relationship with Hera!" Hera sighed. "As far as I know, in the will, he only left Miss Penelope Clearwater the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts, but what he said doesn't count."

"We used to be very good friends." Hermione hesitated for a moment, then said immediately.

"Well, I think so too." Hera nodded. He took out a drawstring pouch from his pocket, pulled out a roll of parchment, unfolded it, and read aloud: "Hera Nicholas Lestrange's will, I leave my ring to Harry Potter, and hope that he will be determined again when he is confused."

Hera pulled out of the bag something Harry had seen before: a family Gaunt ring.

"Hold it. This is your resurrection stone ring. It is said that it has the ability to resurrect people." Hera threw the ring to Harry. The thing was useless to him. It could not resurrect people at all. It could only use magic to conjure the souls of dead people. It was somewhat useful to Harry. It could transform the souls of Harry's parents and strengthened his confidence again.

But Harry and Ron stared at Hera. He clearly recognized what a precious treasure it was, and he threw it to Harry so casually. Does it mean that they had misunderstood him before?

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just faithfully fulfilling Hera's will." As Hera said this, he suddenly felt a little weird: reading his own will. Most people probably don't have this kind of experience, right?
Hera squinted her eyes at Hermione for a while, then turned to the will, and continued, "I secretly stole the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and gave it to my good friend Hermione Granger at Hogwarts. I hope you can keep your original intention forever. Please return it to Hogwarts before September 9st."

Hermione looked at the dirty Sorting Hat with a complicated expression, lifted the tip of the hat with a look of disgust, and put it on a corner of the sofa.

"According to the rumors, there is some treasure hidden in the sorting hat. I think it must be the sword of Gryffindor. You'd better try to see if you can get it out." Hera suggested sincerely, he was afraid that they would send the sorting hat back to Hogwarts directly.

"I'm carrying the Gryffindor sword!" the Sorting Hat shouted, "Master Slytherin, you are not handsome enough like this."

"No way, I want to live a retirement life after everything is over." Hera spread her hands and chatted with the Sorting Hat.

The three of them looked at each other, and the Sorting Hat admitted that the person in front of them was the real Salazar Slytherin!

Hermione was right!

"Okay, let me give you one last gift." Hera patted the Sorting Hat to make it shut up. "Ron Weasley, although our relationship is not as close as Harry and Hermione's, and even because of me, Percy entered St. Mungo's. I'm sorry, but I'm still willing to leave you a gift."

As he spoke, Hera took out a book from his pocket, and under Ron's expectant eyes, Hera handed "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" to him.

"Well, a children's bedtime book, I think he wants you to sleep well."

(End of this chapter)