Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 313 The Order of the Phoenix Dinner

The meeting ended after a while, and most of the wizards got up and left the room. They didn't live here. In fact, only Hera and the Weasley family, whom he hated the most, lived here. In Dumbledore's words, this was to make Harry feel more comfortable here, and they could take good care of Harry.

Of course, under Hera's arguments, they could only stay for a short time during Harry's arrival, and it was impossible to live there for a long time.

"Hey, Severus, stay for dinner?" Hera called to Snape who was about to leave, and he was about to leave with his glossy black hair.

Snape stopped and glanced at Hera, "Forget it."

"Okay." Hera relaxed her shoulders indifferently, and he just said casually that Snape never ate here.Hera sent them away all the way, and their faces looked much better than when they looked up, probably because Harry had arrived here safely.

boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and Hera clenched her fists and turned around slowly, only to see Tonks fell to the ground on his back.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks screamed. "It's all because of that unlucky umbrella stand. This is the second time I've tripped over it—"

"If you know its price, you'll only be glad you didn't break it." Hera walked up quickly and carefully wiped the umbrella stand. It's an antique from the 18th century, and it's worth at least three or five Galleons if taken out. If Tonks breaks it, he will make her compensate according to the price.

"I'm willing to pay this money, as long as you throw it in the trash." Tonks rubbed his arms and stood up with difficulty. "This kind of garbage should be thrown in-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was drowned out by a horrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream.

Old Mrs. Black fully implements the task Hera gave her, and she perfectly-or really plays the role of a neurotic pure-blood believer.

And when she screamed, Harry was passing the stairs, and he sat down on the landing, completely panicked.Hera can guarantee that most people have never seen such a realistic and unpleasant portrait.

Molly Weasley rushed forward in three steps at a time, trying to draw the curtain to cover the old lady inside, but she couldn't.The old lady's voice became harsher, and she waved her claw-like hands, as if she wanted to scratch Harry's face.He was so frightened that he sat on the ground blankly, completely lost in thought.

Hera nodded in satisfaction. He had no intention of rushing forward to close the curtains. It's time for them to learn a lesson. At least they should know that in this old house, the best thing they can do is-don't do anything.

"Beasts! Bastards! Dirty and vile bastards! Bastards, freaks, ugly bastards, get the hell out of here! How dare you defile my ancestral house—"

Very good, Hera picked his ears, he didn't hear a word of cursing him from the old lady's mouth, but she scolded everyone else in the room, including the useless Sirius.

Tonks apologized profusely, dragging the huge, lumbering troll leg back to its original position, the umbrella stand she had knocked into the middle of the road.

Only then did Hera leave to close the curtains. The moment the old lady saw Hera approaching, the volume dropped by more than half. She was still winking at Hera in the portrait, which forced Hera to lean on the portrait and whisper, "Good job."

The old woman's scream died away, and there was a reverberating silence.

"Harry, I hope you're not scared, she's always like this, she's so neurotic." Hera stretched out her hand towards Harry who was on the ground, pulling him up from the ground.

"This is?"

"Walburga Black, who is also Sirius' mother," said Hera. "Since we can't get her down, we'd better leave her alone. She seems to have put a Permanent Sticking Charm behind the portrait. Go downstairs, as fast as you can, and don't wake them up again."

"But why is her portrait here?" Harry asked suspiciously, as he had followed Hera down the stairs, across the foyer toward the kitchen below, and was descending a narrow set of stone steps.The other Weasley children, and Hermione, followed behind them.

Hera shook her head lightly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Because this is her home, Sirius gave it to me before, and I lent it to Dumbledore as a temporary headquarters - if Sirius knows, he will be happy."

"Sirius? He wasn't by the Ministry of Magic—" Harry asked in surprise, he didn't even notice that the steps under his feet almost fell, but Hera caught him.

Hera sighed, and helped Harry walk down carefully, "It's a long story, and I don't know much about the details. In short, Dumbledore rescued him, but he seems to have lost his mind. Poor guy, after being kissed by a dementor."

They went down the stairs and through a door into the basement kitchen.

It was almost as dim as the foyer above, a cavernous and deep room surrounded by rough stone walls.Most of the light comes from a large fireplace at the far end of the room.The smoke from the pipe permeates the air, just like a test on a battlefield. The heavy iron pot stickers hanging from the dark ceiling look hideous and eerie in the smoke.

Because Hera didn't want the members of the Order of the Phoenix to eat in the dining room, they would always make a mess there, and besides, there were another Weasleys here, so he told old Mrs. Black to scream with all her strength whenever they were in the dining room.

In fact, the old lady did a lot better than Hera imagined. Without Hera asking, everyone spontaneously suggested eating in the kitchen, even though the environment here was terrible.Come to think of it, there was also a reason for Snape's refusal to stay for dinner.

The kitchen was in disarray, with parchment rolls, goblets, empty wine bottles, and what looked like rags scattered on the floor.Arthur Weasley and his son, who seemed to be called Bill, Hera never remembered his name clearly, but was only impressed by his unusual outfit.

After all, it's not uncommon to want to see a wizard with a long ponytail and earrings, compared to the abundance of Muggles dressed like that.

"Harry!" Arthur rushed over enthusiastically and excitedly, grabbed Harry's hand and almost bumped into Hera, "I'm so glad to see you!"

Hera ignored them and just walked forward, looking at the rubbish all over the floor, she frowned more and more, "Copper, clean this place."

"No problem, sir." Cowper was still baking something in front of the fireplace, and immediately ran over to clean up after hearing Hera's voice.Bill watched with some embarrassment, and got up to help Cowper.

"what are you going to do?"

"Help it clean—"

"No." Hera replied bluntly. Although he didn't like the Weasleys, he didn't want to classify them with house-elves.The ability of wizards is a gift from heaven. Although he spurned the Weasley family, he still thinks they are a little nobler than other existences, just a little bit.

"Okay." Bill leaned on the table awkwardly.

Hera drew his wand and whispered to the parchment scrolls on the table, "Vanished!" The parchment scrolls were gone in an instant. "I think it's best to keep these things out of Harry's eyes," Hera said in a low voice as she approached Bill.

Bill nodded hurriedly. Even though he was one year older than Hera, he still couldn't help but panic when facing Hera.In fact, his father Arthur wasn't much better off against Hera.

"Sit down, Harry." Hera found a clean place to sit down, "Cowper, why haven't you got the pile of rags—well, sorry, Mundungus, I didn't see clearly, you came too early."

The pile of rags let out a long snore and woke up with a start.

"Who's saying my name?" Mundungus muttered in a daze. "I agree with Hera—" He held up a dirty hand as if to vote, and his droopy, bloodshot eyes stared blankly.

"Thank you for your support, but the meeting is over, Donge (Mundungus' nickname), we are going to prepare dinner." Hera said, and waved to Hermione at the same time, "Hermione, sit down."

Hermione bit her lip, glanced at the little friend beside her, and then quickly walked to Hera and sat down.

"Huh?" said Mundungus, looking at Harry through the mess of ginger hair. "Harry, are you all right?"

"Fine," said Harry.

Hera slapped herself on the forehead, "Donge, stop smoking, didn't we go to pick Harry up together?"

"Huh? Oh, that's right." Mundungus fumbled in several pockets uneasily, but still kept his eyes on Harry, and finally he took out a black pipe full of dirt.He put the pipe in his mouth and tried to light it with his wand, but Hera stopped him.

"Dung, as I just said, you should smoke less." Hera said, "Otherwise I will have to discuss with Dumbledore to send you to St. Gormang's Department of Magical Plant Addiction."

"Ah," said Mundungus, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't be." Mundungus put his pipe back into his pocket, looking more disturbed.He knew that Hera was for his own good, so he didn't refute.

Seeing Mundungus' appearance, Hera couldn't help but want to teach him to walk on the 'right way'.He looked at Mundungus as if he saw a shadow of his past.If I hadn't entered Hogwarts to teach in 1991, I'm afraid I would have become like him in a few decades.

Harry and the others sat down at the table around Hera.

Everyone was waiting for Cowper to prepare the dinner. It moved very quickly, but it was a bit hectic for a house elf to prepare dinner for a dozen people.So everyone chatted.Except for Tonks, who was sitting aside, flipping through a magazine, her hair changing colors.

"Have you had a good summer?" Hera asked, and Hermione looked nervously at Cowper. "You haven't forgotten your 'vomit' yet, have you?"

"Of course not, but I want to change the method. Obviously the previous method is not advisable." Hermione said, she looked back.

Hera smiled wryly, "As long as you don't try to shake Cowper, so many people are counting on him!"

"I want to run for the Minister of Magic, of course, after I graduate. I will promote this kind of equal rights thinking and protect the rights and interests of house-elves step by step." Hermione puffed her chest out and said.

"Yes, courage is commendable." Hera seemed unable to say anything other than encouragement, and he couldn't discourage Hermione's enthusiasm.

Fortunately, at this time, Cowper had dinner ready.No one spoke, only the clatter of plates and cutlery and the scraping of chairs as everyone dined.Then Arthur turned to Hera.

"Hera, I've been meaning to apologize to you about Percy—" Molly let out a sudden scream as he said this, and Arthur's expression froze as she looked at her husband in horror.

"Let's eat," Hera said. "I hope you enjoyed the dinner Cowper prepared."

The subject of Percy was not so pleasant, and his expenses at Saint-Germont were almost crushing the Weasleys.

There was silence, and after a while, when everyone was about half full, Lupine, Hera, and Bill discussed—or quarreled.Because Bill works at Gringotts, he can get first-hand information about goblins.

"They're still tight-fisted and they're not saying anything," Bill said. "I still don't know if they believe he's back. Of course, they probably don't want to support either side or get involved in this."

"What if we pretended to be Death Eaters and slipped into their vault?" Hera asked, knowing, of course, that the idea was unrealistic.Lupine poked him angrily, they were having a serious conversation.

Hera straightened her expression and analyzed seriously: "I believe they will never fall to the Dark Lord." He shook his head, "Their losses are also heavy. Do you remember the goblin family he killed last time, which is near Nottingham?"

"It depends on what they're being offered, I suppose," said Lupine. "I don't mean gold. If they're offered the freedom we've refused to give them for centuries, they won't be able to resist."

"This is impossible, goblins need to be controlled." Hera said with a straight face. He insisted that goblins should be restricted. They can defeat ordinary adult wizards without magic wands. If they are not controlled, it will be a disaster for the magic world.This point, I believe Voldemort is also clear.There was no way Voldemort would agree to the terms of the goblins, even if he desperately needed their power.

Lupine ignored Hera, he skipped the topic directly, "Bill, is there still no turning point for Raguenor?"

(End of this chapter)