Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 270 The Scar Hurts
"Oh, we didn't force you to be here." Bagman said happily. He didn't know why he was always in a good mood, and he seemed to never be full of energy. "Would you like to have a drink together? It's a pity that Batty is not going."

"No, no, I'm really sleepy. I woke up early today, and I didn't have a good rest last night." Hera declined.

It's just that at an angle he didn't notice, Dumbledore's eyes shone with blue light, which was imperceptible, and disappeared in an instant, without anyone noticing at all.

"Professor Karkaroff - Madame Maxime - have a nightcap?" said Dumbledore.

However, Madame Maxime put her arms around Fleur's shoulders and led her out of the room quickly.Hera could hear the two of them talking quickly in French as they walked towards the auditorium. It was nothing more than not to underestimate Harry Potter, but don't take him too seriously. Even if Hogwarts has two warriors, it is definitely not an advantage. Fleur must be much stronger than them.

Madam Maxim was very worried that this would affect Fleur's mentality, but Hera knew very well that these were nothing to Fleur, and the only thing she couldn't let go of was her sister—yes, she still brought Gabriel to Hogwarts.

I hope Fleur still has the energy to take care of Gabriel in the gaps between preparing for the game, although Hera thinks Fleur is likely to let him and Penello take care of it.

Hera also walked away quickly behind them, but before leaving, he greeted Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, although Snape completely ignored him.

Hera went straight back to the office on the fourth floor, and Penello had already changed into her pajamas and was lying on the bed reading a book and waiting for him.

"I'm really exhausted. I didn't expect to discuss this matter for so long, and finally let Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Hera fell on the bed and complained angrily.

Penello twisted his body to make room for Hera.She put the book next to the pillow, tilted her head and asked, "So Harry's going to be in the Triwizard Tournament, isn't it?"

"Isn't it?" Hera said irritably holding Penello, "I hope Harry won't die in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Death." Penelope's expression froze, "Probably not, isn't there still Professor Dumbledore, he will definitely protect Harry, right?"

"Maybe, who knows." Hera buried her head in Penello's arms, and there were bursts of snoring soon after.

On Sunday morning, Hera woke up refreshed from the bed, and he was surprised to find that his body was completely stripped off—he clearly didn't remember that he took off his clothes.

Penelope must have done it!
Thinking of this, Hera lifted the quilt again, rubbed into Penello's arms, sniffing the fragrance of milk, and fell asleep again.

When Hera and Penello got up, it was almost noon, and they changed their clothes together and planned to go to the auditorium for lunch.

In fact, Hera still has a task. He needs to ensure that Harry can participate in the Triwizard Tournament, at least until the third event, instead of giving up on the first event. The third event, Barty Jr., got out of Dumbledore's mouth early.

Probably Dumbledore never thought that his old friend Moody would be impersonated with Polyjuice Potion. He even hoped that Barty Jr. would be responsible for the security of the venue during the third project-patrol.

The third project is to be carried out on the playground. At that time, magic will be used to raise high hedges on the field, and the trophy will be placed in the center of the field. The plan of Little Barty and Hera is to make Harry the first to touch the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament-that has been replaced by them with a portkey, so that Harry will be sent to Voldemort.

Hera and Penello are enjoying their lunch at the guest table.

"That's bouillabaisse, very delicious." Hera pulled out a spoon and took a sip, then his expression changed, "I still suggest you not to try it, it doesn't taste as delicious as I remember."

Penelope covered her mouth and smiled twice, and thoughtfully wiped the soup from the corner of Hera's mouth with a handkerchief, when suddenly there was a snap.

It turned out that Professor Snape's spoon fell under the table, his face was ashen, and he didn't have the slightest intention to pick it up.

"Professor Hera, can you get rid of one of your things?" Hera was enjoying Penello's caring care when a silver figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Oh, it can't be for you to take care of Gabriel, right?" Hera tilted her head back slightly, and his eyes tried to circle around Fleur, and behind her, a little girl with the same silver hair appeared as expected.

"You really hit the nail on the head." Fu Rong stroked her hair behind her ears and said with a faint smile.

Hera shook her head frantically. He has no way to deal with children. He is simply a little devil in the world, even if she is obedient.

Only compared to Hera, Penello seemed a lot more excited.

"Are you really willing to let us take care of her?" Penello pointed at Gabriel, her voice trembling.

Furong took a deep breath and repeated, "I hope the professors can help me take care of Gabriel. I have to participate in the competition, so I don't necessarily have time to take care of her."

"I'm fine, it's just Hera," Penello said hesitantly. Although she likes children very much, it all depends on Hera's decision.

"In that case, leave it to us." Hera nodded. Naturally, he still didn't like children, but since Penello had expressed such a strong will, he also agreed.

"Gabriel, remember what I told you at home?" Fleur pushed out the little girl Gabriel behind her.

The little girl timidly stood in front of Hera, held her skirt and gave an elegant ladylike salute, "Professor Lestrange, Professor Clearwater, nice to meet you."

"We are also very happy to meet you!" Penello stood up and rubbed Gabriel's long silver hair, saying dotingly.

After chatting for a few words, Fu Rong took Gabrielle and left. Furong is not too busy right now, and still has enough energy to take care of Gabriel.

Hera also hurriedly finished her lunch and left first, while Penello volunteered to go to Beauxbaton's carriage to accompany Gabriel—Fleur had to attend classes with Hogwarts students in the afternoon, and Gabriel was not yet old enough to go to school.

Hera walked quickly across the hall, remembering that Harry and the others were going in this direction, and he paid special attention to it during lunch.

Soon, Hera saw Harry and the others on the lawn stretching by the lake.

Durmstrang's big ship lay at anchor on the lake, casting its dark reflection in the water.It was a cold day, and Hera saw Harry and the others walking non-stop, but there was only Hermione beside Harry, and that Weasley was missing—you know, the three of them have always existed like conjoined twins.

Hera walked forward quickly, Harry was chewing bread, Hermione was saying something, and Hera could hear clearly when he got closer.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up," said Hermione firmly. "Look at the look on your face when Dumbledore called out your name! The question is, who put your name in? You know, Moody's right, Harry. I don't think a student could ever do that. There's no way a student could ever cheat the Goblet of Fire, or get past Dumbledore's—"

"That's right!" Hera strode over, interrupting Hermione, whom he had always admired, and it would have been better if she hadn't any idea of ​​liberating the house-elves.

"It is absolutely impossible for students to deceive the Goblet of Fire. They don't know such advanced magic at all." Hera stopped and stood in front of them and said firmly.

Hermione pouted at Harry, as if to say: You see, the professors think so.

"Since you're not a student, there are a lot fewer people to suspect." Hera said lightly. "Basically, the suspects are people from the two schools and officials from the Ministry of Magic."

"But officials from the Ministry of Magic obviously can't do it, can they?" Hermione replied quickly.

Hera nodded, and continued Hermione's words, "The officials of the Ministry of Magic are quite elite wizards, and they have been screened layer by layer. Whether it is Mr. Bagman or Mr. Crouch, I trust them unconditionally."

"Then it's just Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, isn't it?" said Harry resentfully. "I don't want to take part in any Triwizard Tournament at all. Someone must be trying to kill me."

Harry, your judgment is finally correct once, but unfortunately I won't tell you.Hera thought so in her heart.

"I don't know much about Durmstrang, but I know Mrs. Maxim of Beauxbatons very well. I believe he is not that kind of person." Hera lightly cast the suspicion on Karkaroff.

He believed that as long as he gave him a little guidance, Potter, who had no brains, would be fooled.

"Karkaroff?" Harry's reaction was exactly what Hera guessed, "but why?"

"He used to be a Death Eater," said Hermione awkwardly. "You just told me that Moody threatened him."

"I don't think that's what you should worry about," Hera interrupted Hermione, what he needed was to plant the seeds of doubt in Harry's heart, instead of formulating a conclusion to Harry, he believed that Harry would definitely follow the wrong train of thought to the end. "First of all, Harry, what you need to do is survive the first project."

"Survive?" Harry looked terrified, as if he hadn't expected that Hera's demands on him would be so low, and then he reacted, and his face turned pale.

"Hera, will it be so difficult just to survive?" Hermione asked, frowning. She had read the book about the Triwizard Tournament in the library a long time ago, but it was a pity that there was only a faltering description in it. It was basically a sentence that the event was stopped because the death rate was too high, but the specific project was not disclosed at all.

Hera nodded. He patted Harry's shoulder lightly, and said earnestly, "You still remember what Hagrid said yesterday afternoon, do you remember his excited expression when he mentioned the first project?"

"Hagrid has always been only interested in dangerous, large magical animals, damn it! What should I do?" Harry covered his head, trying to get out of the predicament in front of him, but it was obviously useless.

Hera sighed, even though Harry's condition was within his expectations, he still couldn't believe that Harry's carrying capacity was so poor. "First of all, all you need to do is figure out what the first project is, don't you? I don't think Hagrid would mind letting you know a little bit."

"But Hagrid clearly said that." Hermione's brows frowned even tighter, and she instinctively felt that this was against the rules.

"Although the Triwizard Tournament has clear regulations prohibiting professors from providing help, obviously not everyone will abide by the rules, right?" Hera interrupted Hermione again, "Harry doesn't have any advantage in the first place. If you don't get some information in advance through Hagrid, don't you want to watch him die?"

"Of course not, we are best friends." Hermione finally became firm for a while, but she turned her head in another direction, not wanting to hear Hera teach Harry how to cheat.

"After knowing the specific content of the first project, things become much simpler. You can seek help from professors. It is completely reasonable to simply be eager to learn. Don't feel burdened. It's not just you. I believe Karkaroff will definitely help Krum cheat."

Harry's face lifted from his hands, looking a little more confident, at least a little more bloody than before.

"By the way, professor, do you know about the magic scar problem? My scar is a little stinging." Harry looked up, he didn't want to discuss any issues about the Triwizard Tournament, he just wanted to change the subject as much as possible, pretending that nothing would happen like this.

"The scar on your head hurts?" Hera stretched her fingers towards the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, and stopped a few centimeters away from his forehead. "I don't know much about this. When did you start to feel pain?"

"Probably during the summer vacation. I started to see some pictures. In a room, there was a mysterious man named Voldemort and Wormtail. They killed someone!" Harry clutched his forehead and tried hard to recall.

Hera let out a long sigh of relief when he heard the second half, and his heart tightened when he heard Voldemort's name. He thought Harry had seen him, but after thinking about it, he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"You mean, you saw You-Know-Who kill someone? Did he regain his strength? How did he kill it?" Hera's question was like a cannonball, causing Harry's headache to split.

"I don't remember clearly either. I just remember that the mysterious man was sitting on a chair with Wormtail standing next to him. They killed an old man. I seemed to be lying on the ground and saw it. I don't know why I saw this." Harry said, his brows were tightly knit together, but it seemed that he could only recall these things.

"Did you tell Professor Dumbledore?"

　Chapters have been returned, the current progress is 2/4, and 2 chapters are still owed. This chapter is a large chapter of 4 words, which can be counted as two updates.

　　
　
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