Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 304 The stupid savior is best to lie!
"Professor, we'd better go to your office, we need some assistance."

Dumbledore glanced at Hera, then at Harry, and finally nodded. "Snape, help me take care of Harry, will you?"

"No problem." Snape wrapped his body in black robes, and he took a step or two forward.

"Oh, Harry, your arm is injured, you should have told me, we'd better deal with this wound first." Madam Pomfrey came over, she took out her wand and cast a spell on Harry's arm.

Dumbledore and Hera walked up the marble staircase, thump, thump, thump.

"Hera, what do you think? About Voldemort's return."

"I don't think there's anything worse than this, especially since the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe this at all." Hera frowned, and he quickly followed Dumbledore, which made his breathing a little heavy.

"Obviously, Connery knows I'm right." Dumbledore's tone was a little heavy, and his figure was a little stooped.So many people rely on him that many people ignore the fact that he is already over 100 years old.

They soon arrived at the office on the eighth floor. Dumbledore was standing behind his desk, and the portraits of previous headmasters on the wall came together and asked:

"Tom is back?"

"How can he cross death? It's impossible!"

"It's impossible, he must be cursed"

Dumbledore paced back and forth behind the desk, watching Hera's movements from time to time, and rummaged through the big black cabinet as soon as he entered the office.

"Hey, I clearly remember it's here. Aha, I found it!" Hera came out holding a basin filled with silver liquid, and put it on the table with a bang.

"The Pensieve, do you want to show me your memory?" Dumbledore stopped, looking very interested.

Hera nodded. He took out his wand and wanted to take out his memory, but he stopped when he saw the black wand.He put the wand back in his pocket, reached into the cloak, and drew Dumbledore's elder wand from the inside pocket.

"I don't know why, this wand is exceptionally smooth."

Dumbledore nodded irresistibly, his blue eyes flashed behind the half-moon lenses, "I believe you have discovered its mystery."

"Sorry, what did you say?" Hera brought the tip of the wand close to his temple. When he pulled out the wand, there was a small wisp of silver-white substance on the tip of the wand. Obviously, this was the same liquid in the Pensieve.He added this new thought to the basin, and Voldemort's strange face floated in the basin.

"Nothing." Dumbledore approached the Pensieve, held the Pensieve with his slender hands, and turned it, like a gold digger turning a sand table.
Dumbledore raised his head and gave Hera a deep look.

Hera nodded.He took a deep breath, clenched Dumbledore's forearm, and the two rushed into the Pensieve.

At the beginning of the memory, it was the situation when Hera arrived at the Riddle Mansion. The scene quickly changed, and Hera noticed the situation in the cemetery not far away.He ran over cautiously.

"A very wise choice." Dumbledore said with a tense face.

Hera smiled wryly, "If I could notify you earlier, the situation would be much better."

"If I were there instead, I don't think I could do better than you." Dumbledore turned his back to Hera, and he leaned in front of Voldemort, carefully looking at Voldemort and the cauldron in front of him.

"It's an ancient magic, I've only heard of it - no one knows if it works at all." Dumbledore carefully checked the surrounding situation, including the tombstone of 'Tom Riddle' under Harry, and the tomb had obviously been opened.

"Is it understandable that the Dark Lord used Harry's blood to be resurrected?" Hera swallowed, and moved her head away from Voldemort's snake face.

"I'm afraid it's even worse. Harry defeated Tom more than ten years ago, and that was a power that Tom didn't understand or believe in. Now, he has been resurrected using Harry's blood. I can't guarantee whether the power that protected Harry and his mother left in his body is still effective." Dumbledore looked so old and tired, and his brows seemed to never leave.

The memory continued backwards, Voldemort was speaking to the Death Eaters, and around that time, Hera receded farther and farther away, so the picture also became blurred.

Then, the memory stopped abruptly.

"Two wands butt, have you ever heard of this situation?" Hera looked at Dumbledore. In fact, this was something he didn't understand very much.According to his understanding, the Death Curse was unstoppable, and Harry should have become like Cedric after the green light flashed.

But he was not only alive and well, but even their wands were connected by a golden light.

Hera looked at Dumbledore and saw a deeply attracted expression on his face.

"Flashback Curse," Dumbledore murmured. "Okay, Hera, it's time for us to get out."

Hera nodded, and they left the Pensieve together. As for the memory inside, Hera had no intention of getting it back.

Dumbledore stood behind the desk, his eyes gazing deeply into Hera's, and an invisible glance of understanding passed between them.

"You just said the flashback spell? The spell that can get the effect of the replay spell?" Hera asked shrewdly. "But why did this happen?"

"It's related to another secret." Dumbledore said, obviously intending to explain it to Hera. He continued: "Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand have the same core. The feather they each contain is obtained from the same phoenix. To be honest, it is this phoenix." He said, pointing to the big golden-red bird quietly perched on the shelf. Fawkes seemed to have almost recovered, no longer the bare chick state.

"The feathers in their wands belonged to Fox?" Hera glanced at Fox, her brows were tightly locked together.

Dumbledore, Voldemort, Harry, are the three of them connected in this way?
Why does it feel like a net is slowly spreading out, and Hera feels that he is only a little bit, just a little bit smart, and can unravel all this.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, with a deep sigh. "Four years ago, as soon as Harry left Mr. Ollivander's shop, he told me that Harry had bought the second wand."

"So, what will happen if a wand meets its brother wand? Flashback?" Hera asked, looking at the old man in front of him, he felt more and more mysterious, as if everything was in his plan, Harry's every step was just on his plan, and even Harry's wand was 'handpicked' by Dumbledore.

"Quite true," said Dumbledore. "They don't attack each other normally, but if the owner of the wands insists on two wands fighting... a very rare phenomenon can occur. One wand will force the other to repeat the spells it has cast - in reverse order. The most recent spells first and then the previous ones."

"So, we can see Cedric, and Bertha Jorkins, and the old Muggle?" Hera asked quickly.

"I think that's right, Hera, you really surprise me more and more." Dumbledore's tone was very heavy, "I noticed the Muggle newspapers early on. They said that during last summer vacation, an old Muggle died unexpectedly. I tried to show this to Connery, but he just thought I was crazy."

Hera raised her eyebrows, "Obviously, I just noticed the briefing in your office. My time in your office is not short this semester."

"Hmm." Dumbledore nodded irresistibly, and he started pacing behind the desk again. "Will you go and see Harry for me? I still think it's in his best interest to get this all cleared up as soon as possible."

"No problem, Professor, I will try to explain it clearly to Harry in a way that Harry can accept." Hera turned around and was about to leave the office.

The moment he held the doorknob, Dumbledore's weary voice came from behind him.

"Hera, your bravery has far exceeded my expectations of you. I believe that you have demonstrated the Slytherin style very well."

"Thank you very much for your compliment." Hera turned the door handle, and he quickly left the principal's room.

"Do you really trust him?" Phineas asked on the wall after Hera left, he hugged his shoulders, looking very anxious.

Dumbledore sat on the chair, crossed his hands, and took a deep breath, "I'm not sure how many trustworthy people we still have. We must unite every strength that can be united."

"Oh, of course, you even handed him the Elder Wand." Phineas quickly ran to another portrait.

"How's Black?" Dumbledore called to Phineas, who almost ran away.

"He still looks crazy, what a poor kid." Phineas covered his face and pretended to cry.

"There are still too many mysteries about what happened 15 years ago, but we all know the fact that we misunderstood him." Dumbledore pursed his lips, and he turned his head to look out the window.

"Perhaps, but your biggest mistake was to allow the Ministry of Magic to imprison him in Azkaban without trial." Phineas left these vicious words, and fled the principal's office like flying.

When Hera felt the school hospital, it was pitch black inside, and the candles and fireplace in the room were all extinguished.

"Harry?"

"Harry?"

"Who?" Harry struggled to open his sleepy eyes, his glasses resting on the head of the bed, and Hera pushed his glasses to him. "Oh! Hera, why are you here? Didn't you leave with Dumbledore?"

"Of course, but that was half an hour ago, Harry." Hera helped Harry to sit up.

Harry leaned back on the pillow, and after putting on his glasses, everything in the room became clear again. "Did something happen again?"

"Aha, what could be more important?" Hera blinked at Harry, he snapped his fingers, and asked Cowper to prepare some hot milk and dessert.

"I suppose so. Mr. Diggory must be very upset. I've screwed up everything." Harry hung his head, looking remorseful.

Hera didn't rush to respond. He didn't speak until hot milk and snacks appeared on the table, "Shall we have something to eat first? I think you must be starving. I noticed that you didn't eat anything at the dinner."

"Thank you." Harry took the hot milk, but just held it in his hands, not intending to drink it.

"Dumbledore doesn't think the same way as we do. He thinks it's not good for you to temporarily ignore everything that happened tonight." Hera paused, "Temporarily numbing the pain will only make it worse when you finally feel the pain."

"Maybe he's right."

"He's always so wise." Hera nodded, and he took a big sip of milk. "Actually, I arrived at that place very early, and I also informed Professor Dumbledore. In fact, I'm sorry for everything that happened tonight. If I could have arrived there earlier, I think Cedric might not have to die. What a smart boy he is!"

"No—it's not your fault," Harry screamed, tears filling his emerald green eyes, "we've just—we've just gotten there, and Voldemort just—he's—" Harry covered his face in a small sob.His shoulders shrugged, and hot milk was poured on the hospital bed.

"Clean it up." Hera tapped her wand to clean up the milk.

"I think this should be our responsibility. As a professor, we didn't check everything properly." Hera blamed himself very much. "If I had paid more attention and hadn't left Heilig there alone, I don't think such a thing would have happened."

"It's not. You." Harry looked up, his face covered with cracks.

Hera believed that if Harry faced Dumbledore, it would be very difficult for him to cry.Dumbledore always has a strong ability to control emotions. He can control the rhythm of the chat and let the other party think along with his thoughts.

"Then can you tell me what happened after you got there?"

Harry shook his head, he didn't want to answer the question.But meeting Hera's eyes, he tried to dodge, but unfortunately failed.

"I want to know, not just me, including Professor Dumbledore, we all want to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze." Hera said.

Harry pulled back the covers and shook his head.

"I think Professor Dumbledore will come to ask you again tomorrow." Hera paused, "I don't think Dumbledore's thoughts are wrong, it would be better to say it."

Harry blinked a few times, then took a deep breath, and began narrating to Hera.

When he spoke, Hera could almost see everything that happened that night, as if a movie was playing, flashing scenes before his eyes.

He saw Voldemort brutally murdering Cedric; he saw the sparkling potion that brought Voldemort back to life.
　Gagaga, here we go!Looks like it's going to be another hard day today~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)