Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 469 He probably wants you to sleep well

"But what's the use of this thing?" Ron looked blank, holding "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" like a goose.

"I don't know, maybe he just wanted to play a joke on you." Hera said softly, "After all, he has taught hundreds of students, and he can leave you a gift. I think this is enough to prove the relationship between you."

"And what am I going to do with it?" murmured Ron, "to read to Harry, maybe?"

Harry pursed his lips, clearly preferring to give this job to Ginny rather than Ron.

"Well, Weasley, you will find this book interesting." Hera put away the parchment, and had no intention of showing the will to the three of them—because he didn't have a will at all, and that thing was always at Hogwarts.

"Oh yes."

"Very well, then I'm going to leave, I hope you can start your journey as soon as possible," Hera lowered her voice, "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley don't seem to be very willing to let you leave the school."

"Well, yes, sir." Harry nodded, and asked as if suddenly remembering something, "Sir, do you know the name Gregovich?"

"Grigorovich?" Hera repeated. "Of course, who doesn't know his name? He is one of the three major European wand makers, as famous as Ollivander. But his shop is in Germany, and the main customers should be Durmstrang's students. What's wrong?"

"No—nothing."

Clearly Harry was hiding something.

Wand maker? It seems that Ollivander has no solution to Voldemort's wand problem.
Hera instantly connected everything in her mind. Harry obviously didn't practice Occlumency well, otherwise how could he connect with Voldemort's brain?
"I like your style."

When Hera stood up and was about to leave, Ron said.

"I'm a Slytherin, and Weasley is supposed to be a Slytherin." Hera whispered, and then left quickly.

"I think it's time for us to go, too, don't we?" Hermione said suddenly, looking up. "There's no better chance."

"Indeed," said Ron quickly.

Everything seemed so slow and blurry.Harry and Hermione sprang to their feet, followed by Ron, through the misty fir forest.They have already changed into strong clothes for more convenient movement.

When Mrs. Weasley returned home, she would be surprised to find that her youngest son and his two friends had disappeared.

"Hermione, when did you get ready—" Ron asked loudly, struggling to follow.

"I told you at the Burrow that I've been packing up the essentials in case we want to leave." Hermione said, "The little bag of the Untraceable Expanding Charm, which Hera taught me." When Hera was mentioned, Hermione's eyes dimmed a little, but she quickly cheered up, "I had a hunch that I had it when I woke up this morning, so I kept it with me." She raised the beaded bag in her hand.

"You're amazing," said Ron, struggling over a tree.

"Thanks," said Hermione, trying to force a small smile on her face.

They walked down the side street and came to the main road, where a group of men were walking on the sidewalk opposite, singing.

"We need to get out of here quickly," said Hermione. "Find a safe place, or somewhere hidden."

"Actually, we're not far from the Leaky Cauldron, it's in Charles Cross—"

"Ron, we can't!" said Hermione immediately.

"Not to live there, but to find out what's going on!" Ron retorted. "Being there will keep us updated, you know, there's always a lot of gossip in the pub."

"Of course we need to know what's going on, but it's not safe there," Hermione said. "Death Eaters, dark wizards, the Ministry of Magic can't go after the guests in the bar as usual."

"Okay, okay, I just thought about it!"

The last thing they saw was a dilapidated little cafe, with a thin layer of grease sticking to the plastic-covered tables, but at least it was quiet.Harry took a seat first, and Ron sat next to him, facing Hermione.Hermione turned her back to the door, feeling uncomfortable, and kept looking over her shoulder like a tic.Harry didn't like sitting still, and walking just now gave him the illusion that they still had a purpose.

After a minute or two, there seemed to be silence between them.

The gum-chewing waitress lolled over, and Hermione ordered three cappuccinos.None of them put their minds on what to drink.At this time, two workers with big arms walked into the cafe and squeezed into the next train seat.Hermione kept her voice low.

"Let's say we go somewhere quiet and apparate into the countryside, and then we can go to Godric's Hollow or something."

"You agree with Harry's approach?" Ron asked.

"We've escaped, haven't we?" said Hermione.

"Well, we've already done it, it's so hard! Mum's gonna kill me! God, that's disgusting!" said Ron, taking a sip of his frothy, gray coffee.The waitress heard it, gave Ron a hard look, and walked lazily over to serve the new customer.Now that Harry saw clearly that the larger of the two workers was blond and well built, he waved the waitress away.The waitress was stunned, as if she had been wronged.

"Let's go, I don't want to drink this crap," said Ron. "Hermione, do you have Muggle money to pay the bill?"

"Yes, I took out all my savings in the Muggle world before I went to the Burrow. The change must have been in the bottom of the bag." Hermione sighed, reaching for her beaded pouch.

Suddenly, the two workers moved in unison, and Harry reacted quickly: all three drew their wands.It took Ron a few seconds to realize what had happened.He lunged across the table, pushing Hermione into her seat.The power of the Death Eater's spell shattered the brick wall, what a danger!
Ron's head was there just now.

Harry yelled, "Swoon!"

A flash of red light hit the big blond Death Eater in the face, and he fell sideways, passing out.His companion couldn't see who was casting the spell, and shot another spell at Ron, shiny black rope flew from the tip of the staff, binding Ron tightly from head to toe - the maid screamed and ran to the door - Harry cast another Stunning Spell at the crooked Death Eater who bound Ron, but it missed, bounced on the window, hit the waitress, and she collapsed in the doorway.

"Flying sand and rocks!" the Death Eater yelled, and a table in front of Harry suddenly exploded, and the force of the explosion pushed him against the wall, and he thought his wand was out of his hand, but it was just an illusion.

"Total petrification!" Hermione screamed out of sight.The Death Eater lunged forward, crunching and crunching like a statue on the china, table and coffee shards.Hermione crawled out from under the seat, shaking the shards of ashtray glass out of her hair, trembling all over.

"Four - in pieces," she said, pointing her wand at Ron, and it cut the knee of his jeans, leaving a deep gash, and Ron cried out in pain. "Oops, sorry, Ron, my hands are shaking! Falling apart!"

The severed rope fell, and Ron stood up, shaking his arms to regain consciousness.

"I should have recognized him, he was there the night Hera died," said Harry, kicking the darker Death Eater over with his foot, his eyes moving back and forth between Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"It's Dolohov," said Ron. "I've seen him on the wanted posters before. I think the big man must be Dolphin Roll."

"Never mind their names!" Hermione said hysterically. "How did they find us? What are we going to do?"

"Don't worry, children." The door of the small cafe was pushed open again, in fact, the door panel was just hanging on it, precariously.Hera opened the door without haste and walked in.

"Slytherin!" Dolphin Rolle screamed, and was about to Apparate to escape, but Hera's spell was faster and hit him before he could leave.

"Passed out!"

The battle ended almost instantly, and the three of Harry stared blankly at Hera, as if they couldn't believe that the enemy they had fought to the death before was subdued by Hera within a few breaths.

"You're amazing," said Ron, laughing.

Hera raised his eyebrows, "It's only been less than an hour since we parted ways, and you guys made such a big mess?"

"They came to us!" Harry explained loudly.

"Okay, kids, people from the Ministry of Magic will come to deal with the aftermath." Hera rubbed her temples and said, "You can use Apparation, right? You should know all of them?"

"I failed the exam, sir." Ron said after a moment of silence.

"I can use them with me," said Hermione confidently.

The corner of Hera's mouth twitched, "But you can't use Apparation with two people."

Hermione fell silent.

She knew Hera was right.

"We're going to 12 Grimmauld Place, and we're going to settle down there," said Harry.

"No problem, I'll take you there." Hera nodded, and he stretched out his arms towards several people, "Hold me tight, you probably haven't experienced this before, you must hold me tightly."

Harry came over and grabbed Hera's arm with great experience, and then winked at his two little friends.

Hera turned around on the spot and disappeared into the oppressive darkness.

After a few seconds, their lungs finally stretched, and the children opened their eyes. They were standing in the middle of a familiar, dilapidated small square.It was surrounded by tall, crumbling dilapidated houses on all sides.All three of them could see number 12 because Hera, the Secret Keeper, had told them of its existence.

"Sir, thank you for your help, but we have to leave." Hermione said quickly, "Thank you for your help, you may not see this house, but please understand us."

They ran toward the house, looking warily back at Hera every few meters.Running up the stone steps, Harry tapped the front door with his wand. There was a series of loud clangs of metal, and a rattle like a chain, before the door creaked open and they hurried across the threshold.

Harry closed the door behind him, and suddenly the old-fashioned gas lamps came on, their flickering lights illuminating the long hallway.The hall was just as Harry remembered it: creepy and cobwebbed, with the house-elf heads on the walls casting odd shadows on the stairs, and the long dark curtains covering the portrait of Sirius' mother.The only thing that was wrong was the big umbrella stand made of the troll's broken leg, which fell to the ground, as if Tonks had knocked it down again.

"How did he know we were there?"

"I don't know, but since Slytherin can know where we are, Voldemort must also know." Hermione said nervously, "I hope the Fidelity Curse here is still in effect, if what Slytherin said is true."

"How?" Ron asked in a daze. "What does this have to do with him?"

Hermione gave Ron a blank look, but still patiently explained, "If what Slytherin said is true, then Hera is not really dead, and the protector of the Fidelity Curse is not dead, then this place is still safe."

"No!" Harry cried out suddenly in despair, "Snape! He knows about it, and he'll tell the others."

"Don't be silly, Harry." Hermione slapped Harry on the shoulder, "Snape is not a secret keeper, he can't name this place."

Ron said excitedly, "That means we have a safe house?"

"At least I think so."

Standing at the door, Hera watched them trot all the way into Black's old house, and nodded with satisfaction. She followed them all the way and finally sent them to a safe place.

Next, it depends on how they plan to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux.

That is not an easy task!

Or maybe that's the real test.

"Whether it's Hufflepuff's gold cup, or Nagini, the crown, or Harry Potter, where are you going to start?"

Hera turned around slightly and disappeared into Grimmauld Square. He planned to go back to the Ministry to see how Dolohov and Dolphin found Harry and the others.

Anyway, he still had to pay attention to Harry's safety.

Otherwise, when it is suddenly discovered that Harry was killed by Death Eaters, there will be a big problem.

As for Harry and the others, they seemed to be relieved all of a sudden. They recuperated in Black's old house. It was not until the next morning that they got up from their sleeping bags in a trance and began to seriously think about their next action plan.

"I still think we should try to figure it out first."

(End of this chapter)