Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 478 Voldemort: Hera, I want to see you later
But suddenly, another voice rang through the auditorium, drowning out everyone's voices.The voice was high-pitched, cold, and clear, and it came from nowhere, as if it came from the wall itself.This voice is like the basilisk it once commanded, as if it has also been sleeping there for centuries.

"I know you are still preparing to resist."

There were screams among the students, and some huddled together, looking around in horror for the source of the sound.

The professors looked at each other with ugly faces.

"Your efforts are useless, you are not my opponent. I don't want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers at Hogwarts, and I don't want wizards to bleed."

There was a complete silence in the lobby, the silence was so overwhelming that it pressed people's eardrums, the silence was so huge that it seemed that the auditorium couldn't hold it.

"Hand over Harry Potter," said Voldemort's voice. "None of you will be hurt. Hand over Harry Potter and I will keep the school safe. Hand over Harry and you will be rewarded."

"I waited until midnight."

"Voldemort, don't you underestimate me?" Hera yelled in the direction of the hall. He knew that Voldemort could hear him. He must be in the Forbidden Forest with his Death Eaters. Although they had subdued quite a few Death Eaters, there were many more followers of Voldemort, including werewolves, giants, and dementors.
"Hera, I hope to see you soon." Voldemort's voice was calm.

Hera nodded without responding.Because the way other people look at him is not normal anymore, Hera?With the same name as their dead principal?
Moreover, Mr. Slytherin only appeared after Hera's death, which made the students and professors think about it.

"Let's act quickly, it's only half an hour until midnight, we need to act quickly." Hera said quickly, "Everyone, act now."

"Harry Potter!" Hera yelled, and Harry trotted up to him at once, with Hermione and Ron following behind him.

"Go to the Response Room, search for the whereabouts of that thing, you know what it is, hurry up, hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, Hera didn't care whether Harry understood or not, and immediately pulled the three deans and said, "We need to draw up a battle plan. Flitwick, Sprout, and Professor McGonagall lead the battle team to the three tallest towers—the Ravenclaw Tower, the Astronomy Tower, and the Gryffindor Tower—where the view is wide and the location is favorable, making it easy to cast magic." Hera pointed to herself, "As for me, I will lead the team into the playground. Devil."

"H-H-H-" Professor Flitwick stammered, "It's really you--is it you?"

"Filius, this is not the time to discuss this." Hera said with a smile, but it was enough to make everyone excited.

Not directly denying, just admitting!
The auditorium was filled with the sound of benches colliding against each other. The four tables gradually emptied, and there was no one around the Slytherin table. When Ravenclaw filed out, some older students sat still; Hufflepuff stayed even more; half of the Gryffindor students stayed in their seats, and the professors had to come down from the podium to forcibly drive away the underage students.

"Absolutely not, Corrivy, go! And you"

Professor McGonagall drove them away with a wave of his wand, which made a whoosh sound as the arm waved.But the students just sat there stubbornly.

"Is it because I can't control you?" Professor McGonagall was very angry, but it was useless. The students just sat there, and they insisted on living and dying with Hogwarts.

Harry, on the other hand, hurried forward in the corridor, rushing quickly in the direction of the Room of Requirement.

Clearly Voldemort was a man of his word, but that didn't mean he wanted to see Harry destroy his Horcruxes again.The Death Eaters had obviously been staring at the tower all the time, and when they saw Harry rushing up to the eighth floor, dozens of spells flew over almost instantly.

boom!
The window on the left burst open, and Harry jumped aside.The first casualties had already appeared: the two stone beasts that usually guarded the entrance to the teacher's office had been hit by a curse from another broken window, and they were torn apart, and the fragments writhed feebly on the floor.A detached head moaned feebly as Harry jumped over it, "Oh, leave me alone... just let me lie here and fend for myself..."

The ugly stone face reminded Harry suddenly of the statue in the Ravenclaw tower, with the stone crown on the curly white hair...

As he ran to the end of the passage, he remembered the third statue: an ugly old wizard, on whose head Harry himself had put an old wig and a tattered crown.Harry suddenly shuddered, as if stimulated by flaming whiskey, and almost fell to the ground.

He finally knew, where the Horcrux was waiting for him...

He'd seen it when he was hiding the Half-Blood Prince's Potions textbook.

Harry knew where he was going now, he already knew where the diadem was hidden, and with just a little time, he could destroy it—and he ran, past portrait after portrait, Hermione and Ron following him.

They ran back and forth across the wall, behind which was the Room of Requirement, waiting to carry out the orders of the entrant.

I need that hiding place, Harry pleaded in his head, and the door appeared as they ran past the third time.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold and closed the door than the clamor of battle was heard, nor the great roar of spells crashing on the towers, but all was quiet, and the place was as big as a cathedral, and the surrounding landscape looked like a city, with its high walls made up of the hidden things of thousands of long-dead students.

"He never knew other people could come in?" said Ron, his voice echoing in the silence.

"He thought he was the only one who could get in," said Harry. "It's his fault that I happened to be hiding something... this way," he added, "I think it's right here..."

He passed the stuffed troll, passed the Vanishing Cabinet that Draco Malfoy had tried to fix last year with disastrous results, and then he hesitated, eyeing the passage between the dumps, not remembering where to go next... …

"The crown is flying," Hermione yelled anxiously, but nothing was flying towards them.This room, too, seemed to be as reluctant to hand over its contents as the Gringotts vault.

"Let's split up," said Harry to his two companions, "and find a stone bust of an old man in a wig and crown! It's on a big chest, it must be somewhere around here..."

They quickly ran away along the adjacent passages.Harry heard the footsteps of his two companions echoing among the towering rubbish heaps, bottles, hats, boxes, chairs, books, weapons, brooms, bats...

"Somewhere around here," Harry murmured to himself, "right... just..."

He walked deeper and deeper in the maze, looking for things he had seen in this room last time, and the sound of his own heavy breathing sounded in his ears.Suddenly, his soul seemed to tremble: there it is, right ahead.On top of that old blistered chest where he had hidden the old Potions textbook was the pockmarked bust of the wizard with the dusty hood on his head. Old wigs, and what looked like an old faded crown.

Although it was still about ten steps away, Harry had already stretched out his hand, but suddenly a voice behind him said, "Stop, Potter."

Harry stopped slipping, and turned to see Crabbe and Goyle standing side by side behind him, both pointing their wands at him.In the narrow space between the two sarcastic faces, he saw Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want?" Draco said, his own wand pointed at Harry through the gap between Crabbe and Goyle.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to do some damage? Lord Dark Lord—" Draco's voice trembled, and he looked extremely conflicted and contradictory, just like when he was preparing to attack Hera last year.

Harry laughed, but there was nothing funny about this scene, he couldn't hear Hermione and Ron at all now, they probably ran away to find the diadem.

"Why are you three still in the castle? I thought you'd all been moved out," Harry asked.

"We want to be rewarded," Crabbe said, his voice surprisingly low for such a large man.Harry had barely heard him speak before.Crabbe smiled innocently like a kid about to get a big bag of candy. "We stayed, Potter. We decided not to go. We decided to take you to him."

"Brilliant idea." Harry pretended to compliment him.He couldn't believe that Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were going to get him down.He began to move back slowly, bit by bit, and there was the Horcrux, tilted over the bust's head.As long as he can grab it with his hands before the fight...

"How did you get in here?" he asked, trying to divert their attention.

"I've lived in the treasure room for almost the last year," Draco said in a high-pitched voice. "I know how to get in."

"We were hiding in the corridor outside just now," Goyle muttered, "we will cast the Disillusionment Charm now! As a result," he broke into a silly smile, "you suddenly popped up in front of us and said you were looking for a crown! What is a crown?"

"It's not important, the important thing is that we caught Potter!" Crabbe said angrily.

Harry stepped back quietly, intending to find a chance to escape, but he didn't have much time to waste on Draco and his followers. It was only ten minutes before midnight, and Voldemort might lead people to rush in at any time.

"Harry?" Ron's voice suddenly came from Harry's right, "Are you talking to someone?"

It was too late and then too soon, Crabbe suddenly took out his wand and pointed it at the pile of garbage that was at least fifty feet high, "Fall to the ground!"

The wall of trash started to shake, then collapsed into the adjoining passage where Ron was locked.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, but got no response.Hermione let out a scream out of nowhere.

The wall of garbage was still shaking, and countless things fell to the ground with a splash, and Harry had to point his wand at the wall and yell, "Stop!" The wall of garbage stopped shaking.

Don't! Crabbe wanted to say the spell again, but Malfoy yelled and grabbed his arm, "If you destroy this house, that diadem will be buried!" "

"What does that matter?" said Crabbe, pulling Malfoy away with all his might. "All the Dark Lord wants is Potter, who cares about a broken hat?"

"Potter's here looking for it," said Malfoy, barely hiding his impatience with his dull-witted companion, "that must mean—"

"'Surely means'?" Crabbe turned to Malfoy with undisguised ferocity. "Who cares what you think, I won't listen to you anymore, Draco. You and your father are fucked .”

"Harry?" Ron called again from the other side of the trash wall. "What's going on?"

"Harry?" said Crabbe, imitating him. "What's the matter? No, Potter! Cruciatus!"

Harry had rushed to get the diadem, and Crabbe's spell missed him, but hit the stone statue.Immediately the stone statue flew into the air, the crown was thrown up, and then fell into a large pile of sundries along with the stone statue, out of sight.

"Stop!" Malfoy yelled at Crabbe, his voice echoing through the huge room, "The Dark Lord wants to catch alive—"

"So what? I didn't kill him!" Crabbe yelled, trying to break free from Malfoy's hold on his arm. "It would be nice if he could be killed, but the Dark Lord wanted him dead anyway, so what the difference?" ——?”

A blinding red light shot inches from Harry's side - it was Hermione running around the corner behind him and casting a Stunning Curse on Crabbe's head.Malfoy quickly pushed Clarbra aside, but the spell missed.

"It's that Mudblood! Avada Kedavra!"

When Harry saw that Crabbe had murderous intentions, he was instantly enraged. He took out his wand and pointed it at him, forgetting everything in his mind, and cast a Stunning Curse at Crabbe!

Crabbe dodged and knocked the wand out of Draco's hand, but he didn't even apologize.He didn't want to listen to Draco give orders anymore.

Draco always seems to be looking towards Harry Potter!

"Don't kill him! Don't kill him!" Draco was still yelling, which gave Crabbe and Goyle a moment's hesitation, but it was enough, and Harry grabbed the gap, aiming at Goyle.

"Except your weapons!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Crabbe yelled again, turning quickly.

At this time, Ron also appeared, and he finally crawled out from under the garbage dump.

(End of this chapter)