Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 98 Nick is dying
"If everyone knows that you have woken up, they must feel relieved. Everyone is very worried."

"But, the Philosopher's Stone—" Harry raised his head, stubbornly trying to sit up, until Dumbledore gently pressed his shoulders, and leaned weakly on the pillow.

"It seems that there is no way to distract you." Dumbledore paused, and Hera closed her mouth wisely. It was obvious that Dumbledore was planning to start fooling Harry again.

The real plan must not be told to Harry.

"Okay, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was not able to take it from you, and I was there in time to stop him. But I must say, you've actually managed quite well on your own."

Dumbledore blinked, expressing his affection towards Harry without hesitation.

"You got there? Did you get the letter Hermione sent you with the owl?"

"Ahem." Hera felt that it was necessary for him to stand up at this moment. After all, he praised his foresight to Penello and Hermione. If Dumbledore punctured it
"Oh, this matter, I believe Hera can explain it very well." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, obviously intending to make Hera justify himself.

Hera looked back for a while, and said lightly: "Actually, I noticed something abnormal that day, and hurriedly sent an owl to deliver a letter to the professor, and rushed to the fourth floor in a hurry."

"You mean, you were there that night?" Harry's jaw almost dropped in shock.

Hera nodded.

"That's good. I'm still worried that it's too late. It's almost too late. I can't hold on for long. He will soon snatch the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Harry, you almost lost your life defending the Philosopher's Stone!" Dumbledore reprimanded with a straight face. "In that terrible moment, I was terrified and thought you were really dead. As for the Philosopher's Stone, it has been destroyed."

Hera wanted to applaud Dumbledore in her heart, this is so beautiful!
Anyway, the Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed long ago, as early as last year.

Dumbledore was right, but in Harry's mind, that obviously meant something quite different.

It's just that Harry was a little puzzled again, "Destroyed?"

Hera hugged her shoulders, and he planned to learn how Dumbledore fooled people.

"But your friend, Nick Flamel—"

"Oh, you still know Nick?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses, and his tone seemed very happy. "You made this matter very clear, didn't you? That's right. Nick and I talked about it, and we agreed that this is the best way."

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?"

Hera pursed her lips, if Nick would die, then his promise of big family property
After all, as Nick's closed disciple, it's not too much to get a share, right?

"They've stockpiled some elixirs, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then...yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the astonished expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"I know, it seems unbelievable for someone as young as you"

Dumbledore patiently explained Nick's choice to Harry, and kept instilling 'love and justice' in him, but Hera's mind had wandered far away.

Nick is going to die, and he should also "do his filial piety". As an old antique who has lived from the 14th century to the present, even if some wealth is revealed between his fingers, it is enough to make Hera live comfortably in England all his life.

Thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of Hera's mouth, which was curved and beautiful.

"Hera?"

"Ok?"

"what are you laughing at?"

"Jinga." Hera immediately reacted, and quickly changed her words, "I'm glad that Harry broke the Dark Lord's plan."

"Call him Voldemort, Hera, and always use the correct name for things. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself," said Dumbledore softly.

Hera sighed, and left Dumbledore aside. He didn't want Dumbledore to be as powerful, but Voldemort didn't know where he had fled right now, so it shouldn't be a problem to call him Voldemort, right?
"Okay, okay, Volde. Voldemort, damn it, I actually said this name." Hera spoke in a hurry, as if he had exhausted all the strength in his body, he leaned back on the chair, looking a little decadent.

"This may be a very good start." Dumbledore chuckled, his blue-gray pupils flickering behind the half-moon-shaped lenses.

"Although he failed this time, Voldemort didn't disappear. He was still hiding somewhere, maybe looking for a body he would share with him. He wasn't real, so he couldn't be killed. He just slipped away by himself, completely ignoring Quirrell's life."

When Dumbledore said this, he took a deep look in his wise eyes, and confirmed that Hera's mood was much more stable than before. Then he continued, "He is ruthless to his enemies, and he is also ruthless to his followers. However, Harry, you may just delay him so that he cannot recover his strength immediately, and he will need another person in the future."

As Dumbledore continued, Hera looked out the window.

Alas, the Forbidden Forest has grown very lush these years!
His eyes were a little absent-minded and out of focus. Hera stared blankly outside until Dumbledore and Harry finished chatting, and Dumbledore lightly coughed to remind him, and then he came back to his senses.

"Let's ask Harry to meet his friends, Ron Weasley and Miss Granger are worried." Dumbledore stood up, his purple robe billowing.

"Ah? Oh, yes, Professor." Hera quickly got up and followed Dumbledore, "Then you have a good rest, Harry."

Harry nodded, didn't say anything, just propped himself up a bit with the pillows, leaned on them and sat up.

As they went out, they happened to meet Hermione and Ron trotting in.

The two little guys greeted Hera and the others and ran directly in Harry's direction.

"Harry!"

Hearing Hermione's voice, Hera couldn't help but smile slightly. Madam Pomfrey hates people making noise in the school hospital. Isn't Hermione afraid of being kicked out by Madam Pomfrey?

It's just that he doesn't have much thought now, he followed Dumbledore closely and walked all the way to the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat in a chair without saying a word, his arms propped on the table, his fingers clasped together, lost in thought.

Hera rubbed her temples, and sat in front of Dumbledore, closing her eyes and thinking carefully.

In the past few days, Hera tried her best to avoid thinking about the future, but now it seems that it is time to think about it.

"Professor, Nick's Legacy."

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