Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 297 The quarrel between Dumbledore and Fudge and the unexpected gift!
"Those guys can't be loyal to you, Fudge!" Dumbledore looked very angry, "Voldemort can provide them with power and fun! Once Voldemort has the support of dementors behind him, his former buddies will come back to him one after another. At that time, it will be difficult for you to prevent him from regaining the power he had 13 years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if no prophecy could express his anger.

"Obviously, Dumbledore sees this matter much more clearly, minister first—" Hera said softly, and he wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore gave him a look, interrupting his next words.

"The second measure you must take—and at once," Dumbledore continued, keeping Hera well behind him, who now could not see Fudge either. "It's sending someone to deliver a message to the giant."

"Send a message to the giant—" exclaimed Fudge, and suddenly he could speak again. "What kind of crazy talk is this?"

"Extend to them a hand of friendship before it is too late, and we must beat Voldemort," said Dumbledore, "or Voldemort will win them over. He has done such things before, and of all wizards, he alone can offer them rights and freedom!"

"You—you must be joking!" gasped Fudge, shaking his head as he flinched wildly back from Dumbledore. "If the wizarding world learns that I'm associated with giants—people hate giants, Dumbledore—my career is over—"

"Obviously, if the Dark Lord really returns, don't talk about your career, even your life—" Hera covered her mouth halfway through her words this time. It's not appropriate to say these words from his mouth. If someone else hears them, they will definitely think that he is threatening the Minister of Magic!
Fortunately, neither Dumbledore nor Fudge paid any attention to his words at the moment.

To be precise, it should be that Hera couldn't insert her mouth at all.

"Connery, you are too obsessed with your control, which makes you lose your due judgment." Dumbledore said, his voice gradually increased, and Hera could feel the aura of power surrounding him, and his eyes glowed again, "You value the so-called pure wizard blood too much! You have always been like this! You don't realize that a person's origin is not important, what matters is what he will grow into! Your dementor just wiped out a very old wizard family The last member of the Ministry of Magic - look at the path that man has chosen in life! I will tell you now - if you follow some of my measures, you will always be remembered by the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world as the bravest and greatest Minister for Magic that ever lived."

Dumbledore looked very angry, and Hera can guarantee that even if Voldemort appeared in front of him at this moment, he would not be more angry than Fudge's stupid performance.

"If you don't take action—" Dumbledore took another step forward, his beard shaking wildly with anger, "history will also remember: it was you who stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we worked so hard to build!"

"Ridiculous!" whispered Fudge, continuing to step back. "Crazy. There's nothing more crazy than that."

There was a moment of silence. Hera lowered her head and whispered to Professor McGonagall before leaving in a hurry. He planned to go back to his office.First, he needed to change out of his obnoxious purple robes - it was clearly Dumbledore's style, and there was nothing to praise about it except comfort.

Hera went all the way back to his office, and he collapsed on his chair as soon as he entered the office. This day was really exhausting for him. First, he had to deal with the officials of the Ministry of Magic of the two countries, and then he had to seduce this Harry, and finally he had to fight to the death with Barty Jr., a crazy Death Eater. Finally, he had to run around with Dumbledore. There was no more tiring day than this.

"Hera!" Penello ran out of the bedroom immediately when she heard the door opening, with an excited expression on her face, "You are finally back, I thought you must be exhausted after a few days, do you want me to ask the house elf to prepare some food for you?"

"No, Penello, I probably have to leave soon." Hera leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed, and he seemed to have a headache.An owl leaped from the direction of the window and fell directly on top of him.

"Oh! Damn it, it's on me!" Hera threw the owl aside with a look of disgust, God knows how lucky he is now wearing Dumbledore's robe, he just needs to throw this dirty robe into the trash can.

I believe Dumbledore will never question how his favorite purple robe disappeared!
"What's the matter?" Penello had just asked Copper to prepare a pile of food, and when he turned around, he saw Hera about to take off his robe with a look of disgust. "Honey, you are too anxious, do you want to go out?"

"You've definitely misunderstood me, actually, this damned owl it—why is it here?" Hera had already taken off her purple robe, and he threw it across the room on the floor.

"Actually, it probably waited for you for too long. It arrived here earlier today. It seems that it has experienced a journey that was not smooth. But I noticed that your name is written on the letterbox on its feet." Penello said as he stepped forward to tidy up the cloak for Hera.

"Okay, I think I've figured it out." Hera nodded. He had already changed into his own clothes. He was wearing a neat silver-gray robe, which was very convenient for movement and also very good-looking.

Hera walked towards the owl, probably because Hera had exerted too much force just now, it fell to the ground as if injured, even though it flapped its wings as hard as it could, it couldn't fly up from the ground.

"Let me see what kind of letter is worthy of your strict defense." Hera said and pulled the envelope from the owl's feet.

Just seeing the snake-shaped wax on the surface of the envelope, Hera's expression instantly became ugly.

"Penello, I think I have something to do again." Hera quietly stuffed the letter into his arms behind Penello's back, and he turned and said to Penello.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Believe me, with Dumbledore around, Hogwarts is simply the safest place in the world." Hera said with a smile, but added silently in her heart, "Unfortunately, he will never guess that I am also a traitor."

"Well, I hope you can come back soon." Penello kissed Hera's cheek lightly, and then let go of him.

Hera picked up a cup of coffee on the table and drank it down. It seemed that Cowper had prepared it for him, "I will, there are only a few things that need to be finished, and I will probably be back soon."

When Hera was in the corridor on the third floor, everyone had already left, and he had no choice but to go to the principal's office, hoping that Dumbledore would return to the principal's office after finishing everything.

In fact, there was no sign of Dumbledore in the principal's room, or in other words, there was no sign of anyone, not even Barty Jr. The place was so clean that it didn't look like there had been a brawl.

Hera was also able to secretly look at the letter in her arms, as long as Dumbledore didn't come back suddenly, then this place was absolutely safe.

Fingers lightly brushed the sealant on the letter, and Hera had no doubt that it was a letter from Voldemort to herself. Besides him, who else could use a snake as their own symbol?

Probably only Voldemort, a standard Slytherin, would use a snake as his symbol, and even his Dark Mark is a skull swallowing a python.

When I opened the envelope, it read roughly as follows:

"My dear Hera, the great Voldemort never treats his loyal servants badly, so that you can serve Voldemort better at Hogwarts, I think you will receive this good news soon.

Remember, you can kill Barty Jr. directly if necessary. He is not an obedient subordinate. It would be better if you can kill him before he reveals more secrets. I hope you will not disappoint Voldemort in the next plan. "

The letter was short, but Hera could basically tell that Barty Jr.'s bold behavior was indeed Voldemort's instruction. He was trading Barty Jr.'s life for Hera's safety and Dumbledore's trust.

A less reliable subordinate who is like a time bomb is obviously not as good as Hera - an obedient servant who can perfectly complete various tasks and has gained Dumbledore's trust.

Yes, servant.

Throughout the story, Voldemort doesn't seem to have the idea of ​​treating Hera as his own cub at all.

Hera flicked her palm a little irritably, crumpled up the letter and threw it into the fireplace. He already had a rough idea of ​​what he should do next. He needed to help Voldemort complete the remaining plans, although it didn't seem difficult.

Harry is already on the third item, and Hera just needs to.
"This is simply a huge problem!" Hera said in distress, rubbing her hair.

"Oh? What made our Hera so distressed?" Dumbledore's voice came from the direction of the door. He was still wearing Crouch's hospital gown. Obviously, he was too busy that night and had no time to change clothes.

After confirming that the letters had been reduced to ashes, Hera turned around and smiled at Dumbledore, "Actually, I'm thinking about the finishing work after Professor Moody and the follow-up arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament. You know, I am returning to Hogwarts on behalf of Beauxbatons, and I need to give Madam Maxim an explanation."

"Oh, of course, this needs to be explained to her." Dumbledore nodded, and he seemed to be planning to talk about it. "You can tell Madam Maxim that the Triwizard Tournament will be held as scheduled, and some rules in the third event will also be changed. After all, Karkaroff can no longer participate in the judging, so I plan to put the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament in the center of the maze. Whoever gets the trophy first will be the winner of the Triwizard Tournament."

"I will truthfully convey it to Madam Maxim." Hera said.

Dumbledore nodded, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he called Hera suddenly, "I would like to ask you to take up the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, of course, only until the end of this semester, before I find a new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Professor Dumbledore, I think this is not in compliance with the regulations, and Madam Maxim's side" Hera wanted to directly reject Dumbledore's request.In fact, he doesn't want to add any work to his leisurely 'vacation' at all.

"I will discuss it with Madame Maxime." Dumbledore blinked, completely ignoring Hera's strong will to resist. "You should be clear, I have never doubted Alastor before, so I have no backup candidates."

"Well, I think you'd better discuss it with Madame Maxime, her opinion is quite important." Hera said after thinking for a while.

"I think she will agree, she is so understanding." Dumbledore said with a smile, he was very confident in his proposal.

Hera knew what Dumbledore meant, he was probably ready to leave, and there should be nothing he needed to do here.The interview should be over here, and Dumbledore obviously didn't want to share with him what happened after he left.

"Hera," said Dumbledore when Hera reached the door, "you take this, I think you need it more than I do."

Dumbledore took something out of his pocket and threw it into Hera's arms. Hera didn't see what it was for a while, but the touch of his hand told him that it was a wand—Dumbledore's elder wand.

This is very recognizable, and the joints of elderberries above are the best proof. It is slightly resting on the hand, but the moment Hera touches it, she can immediately feel the joyful emotion from it.

"This" Hera held the wand, and for a moment didn't know how to express it. He didn't understand Dumbledore's intentions.

"Take it, you are more suitable for it than I am." Standing behind the desk, Dumbledore looked older than before, his face illuminated by the flickering firelight.He stared at Hera for a moment, then said, "I hope you can make good use of it."

"I will, Professor."

"What does Dumbledore mean by giving me his wand?" Hera paced back and forth in the office, really not understanding what Dumbledore was thinking.

He took out his own wand, and Dumbledore - er, another of his own wands, and set them both on the desk.

He didn't quite understand Dumbledore's intentions. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to need to give Hera his wand. After all, wizards and wands valued compatibility more than being powerful after being used by Dumbledore.

"I think this is probably another thing that I can't figure out." Hera murmured and put both wands into the pockets of the cloak, but he carefully stuffed the one that Dumbledore gave him into the inner pocket.

(End of this chapter)