Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 163 Unstoppable Doubt

"I don't think this is good news." Dumbledore said, frowning, tapping his fingers lightly on the cloak, making a pattering sound.

Hera followed Dumbledore to stop on the stairs, and agreed: "I think so too. Now that Harry is in my office, I think it is necessary for you to know this news."

"Thank you very much, Hera, you made an extremely correct choice." Dumbledore nodded, sighed, and walked downstairs with heavy steps.

In fact, the fact that Harry is a Parseltongue is much more than people think.

Known as 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'The Savior of the Wizarding World', Harry Potter was suspected of being the heir of Slytherin just because he was a Parselmouth.

The most important thing right now is how to quell this riot.

Hera could almost predict what kind of rumors would be circulating in Hogwarts tomorrow.

Pushing open the door of the office, Hermione and Ron surrounded Harry. Penello was sitting on the sofa at one side, and Gallon jumped out of nowhere in the corner on the other side. It was playing with a mouse, which looked like Ron's pet.

"That's enough, Penello, don't let Garen continue to bully Banban, it's already very pitiful." Ron blushed, staring at Banban who was being chased by Garen.

Banban was obviously terrified, it struggled with all its might, trying to get away from Garon's siege.

"Okay, children, I think you should go back to your dormitory. It's getting late." Standing at the door, Dumbledore let out a long sigh of relief seeing Harry's 'everything is fine'.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm a." Harry stood up from his chair, pointing at himself blankly, "I'm a snake."

"I don't think there is anything more important than going back to the dormitory." Dumbledore's eyes were shining with a faint blue light.

"Oh, I think you're right." Harry passed Hera palely, and Ron and Hermione followed him, filing out.

Hera raised her eyebrows, "Miss Clearwater, you should go back to the dormitory first."

"Okay, Professor." Penello hugged Gallon from the corner, not daring to look directly at Dumbledore, blushing and ran away quickly with his head down.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Dumbledore closed the door gently, and sat directly on the chair behind the desk. Hera tilted her head and thought briefly, and sat down directly.

Dumbledore didn't say anything immediately, he put his hands on his chin, "It's nice to be young, don't you think so, Hera?"

"Ahem, don't make fun of me." Hera waved his hand, and he naturally knew what Dumbledore was referring to—the matter of Penelope.

"Hmm." Dumbledore made a sound from his nose, obviously he didn't want to waste too much energy on this matter, it was just a foreshadowing for chatting. "Hera, do you know that Harry is a Parseltongue, what does that mean?"

"That means he's the heir of Slytherin?" Hera asked tentatively.

"Haha, you really know how to joke." Dumbledore laughed, but the smile disappeared instantly, and his expression became serious. "I've always believed in Harry, he wouldn't attack his classmates. I think you must think so too."

Hera nodded.

"I think you have also seen that Connery has come to Hogwarts." Dumbledore's eyelids were slightly closed, and his tone was low.

"Minister Fudge? I met him some time ago, and he is a kind person." Hera responded cautiously, and he didn't want to involve too many things.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't intend to do so.

"In fact, Connery came here hoping to take Hagrid to Azkaban," said Dumbledore. "He wanted to take some precautions. If he caught another person, he would release Hagrid."

"Obviously this is almost impossible, right?" Hera said with a sneer, he couldn't understand speech skills best.

"I think so too. I'm a little worried, not just for Hagrid's safety - but also for the safety of the school's teachers and students. I'm still at Hogwarts, but I can't stay here all the time." Dumbledore rubbed his temples and said, his tone full of irritability.

You know, this is extremely rare. Dumbledore has always faced the world with a wise image, and there are obviously not many problems that can cause him such a headache.

"Hehe," Hera smiled reluctantly. For some reason, he felt that Dumbledore's tone sounded like Togo. "Nobody at Hogwarts can kick you out"

"Maybe, maybe I'm just thinking too much." Dumbledore opened the drawer of Hera's desk casually, and saw the shining and buzzing looking glass.

"Professor Dumbledore, how do you think Harry's affairs should be handled?" Hera asked with her lips pursed, "There is also something about my wanting to travel."

"Oh, I think we don't need to think about this issue any more, do we?" Dumbledore's eyes were firmly fixed on Hera, and he directly dismissed Hera's fantasy in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, Professor."

"Help me pay more attention to the situation in the school, will you?" Dumbledore said lightly, and he had already stood up from his chair.

"This is what you should do as a member of Hogwarts." Hera nodded in agreement.

"I'm about to go back first, and Connery is still waiting for me. You know, I can't let him walk around Hogwarts at will."

Dumbledore walked to the door and was about to leave the room when he stopped suddenly, turned his head and reminded Hera, "I think you need to check your looking glass carefully, it's obviously a little too sensitive."

"Yes. Thank you for your concern." Hera nodded, and put the blinking looking glass back into the drawer.

Dumbledore stepped out of Hera's office, and the cold wind blew into the office along the open door.

Dumbledore left.

Hera leaned back in the chair and let the cold wind pour into the office, as if it would calm him down more.Close your eyes and think quietly.

"Harry is a Parseltongue, and as we all know, the most famous thing about Slytherin is that he can talk to snakes." Thinking of this, Hera took a deep breath.

"Damn it, the biggest problem is obviously that I can speak Parseltongue!"

"It's a really tough problem."

Hera stared at the quill on the table in a daze for a long time, and finally lowered her head with a complicated expression and took out a notebook from her small pocket.

Sliding his fingers along the names one by one, and after turning several pages, Hera finally found the information he needed.

"Leni Rozier, I hope you have that in your hand."

(End of this chapter)