Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 480 The Piglet Will Be Slaughtered
"Why should I play this kind of trick with you?" Hera said coldly, "You don't seem to have any way to win."

"Because we can't kill each other, Hera." Voldemort said with a smile, "One hour, I will give you one hour. During this period, all wizards who wish to reform can come to me. Lord Voldemort welcomes them."

"Wishful thinking." Hera sneered, flicked her wand lightly, and knocked away a Death Eater who wanted to sneak attack Professor McGonagall.

"It's boring, but I'll take it and get your people out of Hogwarts, Tom!"

"You!" Voldemort's eyes widened, glowing red almost like a flashlight, "don't call me Tom again," he said cruelly, his voice like metal rubbing.

"Okay, Tom."

Voldemort's mouth was tightly pressed together, but his eyes glanced at the Elder Wand in Hera's hand, but he still didn't say anything, waved his black robe, turned and left.

Suddenly, Voldemort let out a roar, and the whole person fell to his knees on the ground, as if he had a sudden angina.

"What's wrong? Did you lose the bet?" Hera asked jokingly. Judging by his appearance, he looked like the Horcrux when it was destroyed!

Apart from the Horcrux being destroyed, Hera couldn't think of anything else that could have done so much damage to Voldemort.

"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, ignored Hera, and walked quickly out of the open space in front of the castle.

The crisis is over, and at this time, others can finally ask their questions.

"Hera, are you really Hera?"

"How did you escape death?"

"Oh! How good you are alive!"

"Hera!"

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Hera had to spend more than ten minutes to explain what was going on with him. As for the identity of Salazar Slytherin, he was cleverly fooled - he just said that he accidentally discovered that he had Slytherin blood, and then used this name to deceive Voldemort.

Most of the professors present had their own conjectures, but the joy of seeing Hera again and winning the battle overwhelmed everything else, and they subconsciously forgot that names are magical.

No one at this juncture is going to ask how the hero who saved them escaped, no matter how shady the means—even if Hera thinks his fake death plan is perfect.

"I need Harry, I want to find Harry." Hera said quickly, "Minerva, you go to strengthen the castle's protective magic, okay? I know that some powerful protective spells exist, and you have the authority to activate them. Felius, Sprout, you go and tap the injured person, okay?"

When Hera found Harry, it was already half an hour later, because Harry had been in the Pensieve, so Hera had to waste a lot of time, and finally remembered that he had explained: remember to find the Pensieve after destroying the Horcrux.

It seems that Harry has perfectly completed the task he entrusted to him, and the next step is to see how Harry makes his choice.
"Harry."

Hella reached out and tried to put his hand on Harry's shoulder, but Harry dodged and avoided it directly.

"So, everything was planned by you, didn't you?" Harry staggered and fell to the floor in despair.

He finally figured it all out, his face pressed against the dirty carpet, where he thought he was learning the secrets of victory.Harry finally understood that he was not going to survive.His task was to walk peacefully into the open arms of death.On this road, he also has to cut off Voldemort's last link with life.

That way, when he finally rushes to face Voldemort head-on and doesn't use his wand to protect himself, the ending will be clean.

No one survives, no one survives!
"Harry, you have to understand that even Dumbledore can't predict everything." Sitting beside Harry, Hera said softly.

"How much longer can my heart beat?" Harry said blankly, looking at the ceiling.

Hera couldn't answer. He silently looked out through the holed office. The evening wind blew through his body. The autumn wind at the end of September made him shiver unconsciously.

"Does death hurt?" Harry asked softly. "It's over, it's over."

"Harry, I hope you understand the importance of these things—"

"I know." Harry pulled himself up, "I know very well."

"then you--"

"Can you tell me, what happened in these years that I don't know, I'm about to die, I want to figure it out." Harry's watery green eyes were waiting for Hera, so sincere that Hera didn't dare to look directly.

"Not too much, probably." Hera hesitated for a while, and started with Quirrell's matter, telling Harry little by little what happened in the past few years.

"In other words, you killed Dumbledore on his own initiative, right?" Harry asked sadly, "I thought you killed Dumbledore at first, but now that I think about it, it's ridiculous. If he didn't want to, who would kill him?"

"Harry, at least I can confirm one thing. If possible, he hopes to spend the last time with you." Hera said very firmly, "He was cursed at that time, and his life will not be long."

"So he could have told me back then, couldn't he?" Harry said stubbornly.

"But at that time your brain was connected with Voldemort, we couldn't tell you too much, he wanted to wait for your Occlumency to get better, and then tell you everything." Hera hugged her knees and said quickly.

"Snape's always been one of yours, hasn't he?"

"You've always been clear," Hera said, looking Harry straight in the eye.

Harry fell silent.

Slowly, very slowly, Harry sat up. He felt his fingers tremble slightly, but he managed to keep Hera from seeing it.Now he was more conscious than ever that he was alive, that he was a living body.

Harry figured it out for a moment, Hera's deceit was really nothing, of course there was a bigger plan, but Harry was too stupid to see it.He finally understood now.He had certainly never doubted that Dumbledore, or Hera, wanted him either.Now he finally knows that the length of his life is determined by how long it takes to wipe out all the Horcruxes.

Hera had given him the task of destroying the Horcruxes, and he had obediently continued to weaken the bond that connected not only Voldemort's life, but his own.

How succinct, how crisp, don't waste any more life, hand over this danger to a boy who is destined to die, and his death will not be a disaster, but another blow to Voldemort.

Hera left without a sound, knowing that Harry would know what was important, and he would know what to do.

Harry sat there dumbfounded, his mind full of miscellaneous thoughts, but one thing he knew was that Dumbledore seemed to have overestimated him.He failed and the snake was still alive.Even though Harry was killed, there was still a Horcrux that bound Voldemort to the earth.Of course, that means it's easier for others to get it.Who would do it, he wondered... Hera, Ron and Hermione must have known what needed to be done... That's why Dumbledore wanted Hera to reveal the secret to them both... so that if he fulfilled his true destiny a little earlier, they could carry on...

Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts slammed into the hard, undeniable fact that he had to die.I must die.Things have to end.

Ron and Hermione seemed far, far away, in some distant country.He felt that he had been separated from them for a long time.Don't say goodbye, don't explain, he's already made up his mind.It was a journey they could not travel together, they would try to stop him, it would be a waste of precious time.

Harry stood up, heart pounding against his ribs like a mad bird.Maybe it knows time is running out, maybe it decides to finish the beating of a lifetime before it's over.Without looking back, Harry closed the office door.

The castle was empty.He strode along alone, feeling like a ghost, as if he were dead.The framed portraits remained empty, and there was an eerie silence throughout the school, as if all remaining life had gathered in the Great Hall, where the dead and mourners crowded.

Harry put the Invisibility Cloak on and walked down the stairs, finally up the marble staircase to the entrance hall.Perhaps, in a small corner of his heart, he hoped that someone would sense him, see him, and stop him, but the cloak was as perfect and impeccable as ever, and he walked to the door easily.

Suddenly, Neville almost ran into him.Neville and another man brought in a body from the playground.Harry looked down and felt another blow to the heart: Colin Creevey.He's not old enough to have sneaked back like Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.He looked so young when he died.

"Listen, Neville, I can carry him alone," said Oliver Wood, carrying Colin on his shoulders like a firefighter into the auditorium.

Neville leaned against the door frame for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.He looks like an old man.Then he went down the steps again, into the darkness to search for other bodies.

Harry took one last look at the entrance to the Great Hall.People were walking around, comforting each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he couldn't see a single person he loved, not Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasleys, and he felt willing to trade all the time he had left for one last look at them, but, in that case, wouldn't he have the stamina to look away?It's still better.

He descended the steps and out into the night.It was almost four in the morning, and the deadly silence of the playground seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see if he would do what he had to do.

Harry walked over to Neville, who was bending over the other body.

"Neville."

"My God, Harry, you almost scared the hell out of me!"

Harry had already taken off the Invisibility Cloak.The idea came out of the blue because he wanted to be sure.

"Where are you going alone?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"It's part of the plan, too," said Harry, "I'm going to do something. Listen to me—Neville—"

"Harry—" Neville said with a sudden look of horror, "Harry, don't you want to hand yourself over? We have Hera, we have the Headmaster, and we—"

"No," Harry lied casually, "of course it's not...something else. But I may be missing for a while. Neville, you know Voldemort's snake? He has a very large snake... ...called Nagini..."

"I know, I've heard... what's the matter?"

"It has to be killed. Ron and Hermione know, but in case they—"

The possibility was so dire that he was momentarily breathless and unable to go on.But he bounced back - and that was crucial, he had to keep his head down and make sure there was someone on the bench and someone else to get the job done.Of course, he trusted Hera a lot, but he felt compelled to pass on the task from himself.

"In case they're - busy - and you have the chance to -"

"Kill the snake?"

"Yes, kill the snake," Harry repeated.

"Okay, Harry. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Neville."

Harry turned to leave when Neville grabbed his wrist.

"We'll all keep fighting, Harry. You know that?"

"know me--"

The feeling of suffocation made the second half of the sentence choked in his throat, and he couldn't continue.Neville didn't seem to notice Harry's strangeness.He patted Harry on the shoulder, let him go, and walked off to look for other bodies.

Harry put the cloak back on and walked on.Not far away, someone was moving, bending over to check a figure lying on the ground.Harry recognized Ginny when they were a few paces away.

He stopped abruptly.Ginny leaned over to comfort a girl who whispered for her mother.

"It's all right," Ginny said, "it's all right. We'll just take you in."

"But I want to go home," the girl whispered, sobbing, "I don't want to fight anymore!"

"I know," Ginny said, her voice choked up, "it will pass."

Waves of chill ran over Harry's skin.He wanted to shout into the night, to let Ginny know he was here, he wanted to let Ginny know where he was going.He wanted to be stopped, dragged back, sent home...

However, he is at home now.Hogwarts was the first and best home he had ever known.He, Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, all found a home here...

But it all seemed to be over, whether it was Harry, or Voldemort, everything was over.

Snape no longer had to live with a debt to Lily, no one asked him to make up for his mistakes
(End of this chapter)