Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 349 Turning things around, Hera returns! ! !
As Hera walked forward there was a sudden humming and whispering in the dining room like the hiss of a small flame.

Hera followed Dumbledore to the teaching bench and sat down. Almost immediately, the loudest cheers erupted from the students, and even the Weasley twin brothers shouted loudly: "Hera Lestrange! Lestrange!"

Dumbledore tilted his head and glanced at Hera, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, which was not a bad result.

Hermione could finally let go of the heart she had been carrying all along. She caught Hera's gaze. In fact, Hera almost swept across the four long tables of the academy.

In the center of the guest table sat Dumbledore on a large golden chair, and before dinner began he decided to say something, and although Umbridge glared at Hera, there was nothing she could do about it, let alone a message from Minister Fudge that she would have to continue working with.

What kind of deal did Dumbledore reach with Fudge, and how could he persuade Fudge to give up this series of actions against Hera?Fujik is definitely not an easy talker!
Hera was lost in thought when Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the staff table, interrupting his train of thought.

"In the past period of time," Dumbledore said, looking at everyone, "many things have happened, but I don't think these will be difficulties that we cannot overcome."

He stopped talking and his eyes fell on Umbridge, who had been glaring at Hera viciously until Dumbledore stood up - because she didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eye, she was self-aware.

"Tonight, I don't have much to say," said Dumbledore, "but this is a difficult time, and I think it is necessary for everyone to know something, even though it is not allowed, and the Ministry of Magic does not want me to tell you this." Dumbledore continued, "Just like Professor Umbridge beside me."

"Of course, I still have good news for everyone. I brought Professor Lestrange back." Dumbledore blinked and raised his goblet high. "I brought him back safe and sound."

Everyone stood up, and there was a sound of benches moving in the auditorium. They all raised their goblets and said in unison in a deep and deep voice: "Hera Lestrange."

This couldn't help but make Hera's eyes get some sand, and he stood up from his seat, "Students, don't do this, it seems that you are mourning my death. I am still here, just like the previous years, and the next few decades. I really hope that I can continue to stay at Hogwarts."

The students chanted Hera's name and slammed their goblets on the table vigorously. This was their victory - a victory against the Ministry of Magic, although they didn't make any effort - it was almost all done by Dumbledore, but it didn't stop them from celebrating.

But early the next morning, they saw a new notice posted on the notice board in the foyer: The Defense Association has been disbanded and is not allowed to form again.

This was really frustrating news, and many young wizards were worried about their silver Sickles, which forced Hera to declare to the teachers and students in the auditorium: He would return all the Gold Galleons, and as long as the students went to his office and checked the list, they could take their Gold Galleons and Silver Sickles.

After all, he still had to stay at Hogwarts, and Hera didn't want to be infamous for having such a 'little' Galleon.

But unexpectedly, only a few students came to ask Hera to refund the money. Most of them were Muggle-born or poor students, and Hera understood very well that every copper Knut should be saved.But those who refused to let Hera refund the money are a bit unbelievable.

They claimed that this was to support Hera's 'anti-Umbridge campaign', hoping that this could help Hera, which made Hera very helpless. What harm could he do to Umbridge with these Galleons?
Hide the big dung ball under her office chair?
Isn't this just a simple prank! ?

In the next few weeks, the days suddenly became much calmer. Even Dumbledore stayed quietly in the castle and did not rush to the cave by the sea. This made Hera heave a sigh of relief. Obviously, they were not fully prepared. Hera only had about a dozen protective alchemy products on him. He couldn't guarantee that he and Dumbledore would be able to retrieve the Horcrux—even if they could, they would pay a heavy price.

But Hera didn't do nothing. On the night he returned to Hogwarts, after dinner, he returned to the office early, and no students came to his office that day.

He took out the notebook from his little pocket, which he used to contact his clients, and he hadn't forgotten what Mr. Richfar had said, and he was going to ask his German friend--Leni, and only Leni, no doubt.

But when he opened one of the pages, seeing the densely packed text that almost occupied the entire page made his scalp tingle.

After a lot of effort, Hera managed to identify a few barely recognizable messages:
"I have a business for you."

"Better get back to me right away."

"Portkey business, not dangerous."

"See the quick return."

"found it."

Hera waved her wand with some headaches, making the words on the paper disappear, and only the name at the top of the page was revealed: Leni Rozier.

"Well, it looks like I missed another business." Hera sighed, and put the notebook aside casually, her mind echoing what Dunger said to him, and Richfa's outrageous reasons - as the assistant to the minister, it was easy for him to get an authorized Portkey, but he found himself, which meant that what he was going to do must be hidden from the Ministry of Magic, and his destination happened to be the Ministry of Magic.

There is no doubt that Richfar intends to steal from the Ministry of Magic!
At least Hera thought so. Suddenly, he realized a place that he had overlooked. The 'foolish girl' that Dunge called could be Leni, right?

That's why she said "found it" in her message to herself later. It seems that there is only such an explanation. Hera really can't think of anyone other than herself who can make the Portkey that meets their requirements.

After all, Leni fits the description of 'a foolish girl', and this is Hera's biggest feeling after interacting with her a few times.

"But it seems that I need to ask her." Hera thought for a while, found a quill from the table, dipped it in the ink bottle, and then picked up the pen to write on it.

"Dear Miss Rozier, I don't know if you've got what you need, but your faithful Hera Lestrange has been waiting for an opportunity to serve you."

After writing this, Hera threw the notebook aside. According to what he knew about Leni, he probably wouldn't get a reply in a short time. She must have seen it, but she would obviously be angry with herself. Who told herself not to open the notebook and read it even once?

But can I blame Hera? (It doesn't matter the stalls)
Pulling out a piece of parchment from the drawer, Hera picked up the pen and wrote on it again. This time it was for Mundungus. He wanted to tear up the previous deal. He could probably be sure that Leni was the silly girl that Dunge was talking about. If it was her, then there was absolutely no way she only had 800 Galleons!
After all, even a broken wardrobe was sold for 200 Galleons, not to mention a custom-made door key!

Dunge must have not told the truth, he cannot earn the money!
All Galleons are my Hera's.

After arranging for Cowper to send the letter, Hera sat on a chair and quietly waited for Lani's reply, thinking about what kind of deal Dumbledore had reached with Fudge to change Fudge's attitude so much. It was absolutely impossible to be as simple as Dumbledore said.

But it was obviously impossible to think of a result, so Hera returned to the bedroom inside, and soon fell asleep.

He didn't have to get out of bed until early the next day, when an owl kept banging its head against the glass by the window next to the bed, and the noise kept Hera from falling asleep at all.

Open the window, and the bitter wind through the window directly made Hera feel what it means to be heart-to-heart cool, and he became extremely sober in an instant.

"It's better not to have any sad news, or I'll let Cowper stew you." Hera angrily untied the letter from the owl's legs, patted it on the head, and quickly opened the letter.

Unsurprisingly, it was a letter from the Mundungus family. In the first half of the letter, he spent a considerable amount of time denouncing the shame of Hera's unilateral breach of the contract, and then praised Hera in a more hypocritical and exaggerated tone, telling about his noble trading virtues—even though Hera didn't know what it was at all.

"Heh, this is obviously not a simple matter, and I won't interfere." Hera almost immediately remembered the decision made yesterday, even if Mundungus praised him to the sky, it wouldn't work, let alone he hasn't done it yet!

Hera casually threw the letter paper into the fireplace in the office. In mid-October, the Hogwarts fireplace was already ablaze, because the temperature had begun to drop. This was probably the shortcoming of the northern hemisphere. Even in this weather condition, England would still rain, which would only make people's senses worse.

Leaving the bedroom and returning to the office, several new replies appeared on the notebook spread out on the desktop.

"Lestrange, I've found the professional I need."

"I don't need you anymore."

"Hehe," Hera chuckled, and stuffed the notebook into her pocket casually. Leni will come to him, for sure.

Hera went downstairs slowly to the auditorium for lunch. During these days, he could no longer target Umbridge as before, and he could no longer cause trouble for Dumbledore. He should 'calm down' like other professors.

Hogwarts seems to have returned to its former calm, but under the calm there are turmoil.Hera never believed that Umbridge would simply end her series of moves against Hogwarts.

She was afraid that she was thinking about another bad idea.

Hera didn't know about this, but he could keenly notice what seemed to be happening among the students. Even the dissolution of the Defense Association only made them sad for a day or two.

They are secretly organizing their own defense association!

Well, this is what Hermione told Hera. Hera didn't pay attention to the things in the school at all. Although Dumbledore didn't take Hera out to search for the whereabouts of the Horcrux, he left quite a lot of things in Hogwarts to Hera. Hera couldn't do anything about it, because Dumbledore was injured.

Although Dumbledore said that this would not cause him any major trouble, in a short time, he undoubtedly needed to recuperate for a while.

During this period of time, Hera was almost busy dealing with the big and small things in the school, which also made his sense of the Weasley twin brothers worse again.

Since Hagrid was out looking for giants, the Forbidden Forest could only be handed over to Professor Graplan, but she was already old, her gray hair covered almost the entire top of her head, and she didn't have the extra energy to deport the students away from the Forbidden Forest—just being in charge of the protection of magical creatures class for 7-year-old students consumed most of her energy.

Therefore, this job had to fall on Hera's head. Who made him one of the few professors in the castle who didn't have to be responsible for classes like Dumbledore?
Hera patrolled the edge of the Forbidden Forest almost every night for an hour or two, just to prevent the Weasley twins from trying to break into the Forbidden Forest and disturb the magical creatures in it.

Hera didn't want to write a condolence letter to the parents of two students on the eve of graduation, telling them that they lost their children, and whether Hera hated the Weasleys or not, it was too bad.

Therefore, Hera's impression of the Weasley twins changed sharply. Even though they made great efforts in the defense association secretly organized by the students, he didn't treat them well.

Fortunately, the Weasley brothers are also aware of this. The frequency of their attempts to break into the Forbidden Forest has been much lower recently, from three or four times a night to only once or twice a week now, which makes Hera feel much easier.

However, the defense society secretly formed among the students still attracted the attention of many people, such as Umbridge, who tried every means to find out where they met, which was by no means a good sign, because there was no place in Hogwarts that could accommodate so many students that Umbridge would not find.

Snapped!
Hera was slapped in the face. Although they didn't know where they were meeting, there was no doubt that they had a fixed place to hold meetings, and they had their own special way of communicating. This made everyone except Umbridge breathe a sigh of relief.

Until, the first Quidditch match of this semester kicked off
(End of this chapter)