Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 363 I am a clean and good man, really!

"." Phineas pursed his lips, his eyes widened, and his entire portrait was stunned.

"What are you still doing?" Hera said eagerly, "What if you let him run away?"

"Well, I'm afraid you've misunderstood something."

"Misunderstanding? Harry is going to run away. I told Dumbledore a long time ago that he must always be on guard against this, but obviously, he was too careless." Hera spoke quickly, and at the same time began to search for some alchemy products suitable for binding Harry in her small pocket.

"How about the Atlanta binding rope? At that time they told me that it could even bind werewolves." Hera took out a bundle of red and black ropes. The dark red color on it looked like blood that couldn't be washed off, and it also exuded a weird smell of rust.

"It's a little dirty. I forgot to clean it after I used it up." Hera said angrily. It would make him dirty. If possible, he didn't want to use such a prop.

After Phineas watched Hera continuously take out all kinds of 'weapons' from his small pocket, his expression became ugly, "Hera, I don't think Dumbledore meant that."

"Well, I understand." Hera was still looking down in the small pocket, "I can understand his hint, if necessary, we can get rid of Harry." Hera took out the wand and put it in front of his face. The tip of the pen was just aligned with the tip of the wand, and Phineas could see clearly that there was a trace of green light on it.

"Hey! That's not what I meant! I never said that, and neither did Dumbledore," Phineas yelled.

"Time to take a stand, isn't it?" Hera asked rhetorically.

Phineas was speechless for a while, but soon remembered something, and quickly said: "Dumbledore knows that Harry will not escape, he is just worried that Harry will be afraid of hurting others, you know, this matter has affected him a bit too much."

Hera's hand stopped, and he raised his head slowly, "So, didn't Dumbledore mean that Harry was going to find the Dark Lord?"

"I think so—yes, it is."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Hera gave Phineas an angry look, "Do you know how troublesome it is to clean up?"

"It's not that you've always wanted to kill Harry," Phineas whispered, not daring Hera to hear him.

Hera raised her head, squinted her eyes and asked, "What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing," Phineas replied nervously, his eyes flicking left and right, "I'm praising you as a true Slytherin heir, brave, unscrupulous, and a Slytherin through and through."

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"Forget it, let's just think you're praising me." Hera put a mace on the ground into a small pocket, which he prepared for those customers who had thick skin and flesh and didn't want to pay. This ensured that he could make the 'guests' feel pain, but not kill them all at once—as long as they didn't smash it hard on the head.

"Dumbledore still has a message for you." Phineas said unhurriedly, and he even stroked his beard leisurely.

"So why didn't you tell me earlier?" Hera said angrily, "What did he say?"

"Keep an eye on Harry."

"I do this all the time." Hera punched Phineas's portrait and left the room. He had packed everything back into his small pocket.

Hera went back downstairs, the table in the dining room was full of food, Sirius also came downstairs, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"He's a little tired, and I'm afraid he won't eat dinner." Sirius explained, and he took another glass of wine and sipped it, "This is really not bad."

"I hope that when I come back next time, I can see a few wooden barrels in the corner of the basement kitchen." The wooden barrels are filled with vodka, and Hera hopes that Sirius can save some for himself. This is at least ten years old wine, and one bottle is less than one bottle.

"Yes, you will see." Sirius had a drunken blush on his face and a slightly wretched smile.

Molly came over angrily and confiscated his glass, "Why didn't I know when you became an alcoholic? There are still children here, you can't drink like this, it will spoil them."

"Sorry, ma'am, who are you?" Sirius squinted his eyes, trying to identify Molly, but he couldn't remember at all.

Molly sighed and looked at Hera, her hands gripping the apron harder, "Sorry, I forgot that. Got messed up by Arthur's business"

"It's okay, Molly, Sirius just needs some time, he probably can't accept the current situation." Hera comforted softly. "Give him some time and he'll be fine."

"Merlin, it will be better." Molly sighed, and she returned the wine glass to Sirius, but the drink in it had been replaced with soda water.

Until early next morning, nothing happened, except that Harry was nowhere to be seen, and if it weren't for Ron and they would have seen Harry sleeping when they went upstairs, Hera would have tied him up and put him in the dungeon.

"I'm going out, you can take care of everything, right?" Hera looked at other people who were busy with Christmas decorations, and since he really didn't want to help, he suggested that he should go out.

"Oh, of course it's fine, I will take good care of the children." Mrs. Weasley said reassuringly, after all, almost all of the children present were her children, the only one who wasn't Harry was still hiding upstairs.

"Well, I'll probably be back later, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner." Hera briefly explained that the time was approaching Christmas, and he also needed to go to Hogsmeade. Lainie asked for his custom-made door key, and he could finally deliver it.

After a fairly good journey—the Floo Network, when the scene in front of Hera's eyes was clear again, he was already in Ms. Rosmerta's Three Broomsticks bar.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

"Good afternoon, Hera." Ms. Rosmerta asked gracefully. She was lying on the bar, showing all the beautiful curves of her body. Hera could hear a fat figure in a hood swallowing saliva next door. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I still have something to do." Hera said with a light smile, "I can't delay."

Yes, this is a big deal of fifteen hundred gold Galleons, nothing is more important than this.

Leni Rozier is really Hera's richest man, and every time she sees her, she can bring so many surprises to herself.

"Sure enough, I was too smart back then. If Napo's wardrobe hadn't lied to her that it was a disappearing cabinet, how could I get so many Galleons out of her?"

Hera left the Three Broomsticks almost quickly, because he still had to go to Leni's appointment. The time they agreed was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the time was very close.He had to leave immediately for the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Hera didn't plan to use Apparition, but planned to use a safe method. The main reason was that he wanted to think about some problems, and there was nothing more concentrating than walking.

Even when thinking in the office, not only Hera, but many people like to pace back and forth. This is by no means a simple coincidence.

"It's almost here." When Hera arrived at the appointed place, the sun had already set on the branches, the sky became gray, and the cold wind blew through the pine forest, making a pattering sound, which was extremely gloomy.

Hera had to wrap his cloak tightly to prevent the cold wind from blowing into his body along the buttons of the cloak. The warm cloak could not completely block the cold wind—that would make Hera unable to breathe.

"I hope my dear Miss Rozier can arrive on time." Hera heard Hogsmeade's bell rang five times, and knew that Lainie had missed the appointed time.

He lit a bonfire with his wand, leaned against it, and waited silently.

About ten minutes later, a subtle puffing sound suddenly appeared in Hera's ear. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome figure covered by a black cloak suddenly appearing.

Hera clenched her wand tightly, "Miss Rozier?"

"That's right, it's me, Mr. Lestrange." Lainie took off the hood on her head as she walked towards Hera. "Okay, can you put down the wand? This makes me a little uneasy. This is not the first time we have met, is it?"

"Of course, dear Miss Rozier, you are a generous person." Hera said with a smile, and put the hand holding the wand into her pocket, but she didn't let go of the wand in a hurry - Lainie Rosier is a saint, God knows if there will be any ambushes around here, although the probability of this is not high, but Hera doesn't want to capsize in the gutter, in case Lainie catches her back -

What should I do if I catch them back and lock them in a small black room all day and all night to help the saints make portkeys for free?
Does anyone want to be crooked?It must be that your thoughts are not pure.

"Okay, let's skip the greetings. Where's the portkey I want?" Leni said tremblingly with her arms wrapped around her arms. It seemed that her cloak didn't have a warming charm, maybe she left too hastily.

Hera let go of her wand, put her hand into the small pocket, and took out a worn dark purple bowler hat with almost a breath, "This is what you need, miss."

"Oh?" Leni reached out to borrow the bowler hat, but Hera deftly avoided it.

"My dear lady, I have already brought my sincerity, what about yours?" Hera said philistically.

Leni pursed her lips, and asked with some anger: "How can I confirm your integrity? You must know that you sold me a broken wardrobe as a disappearing cabinet."

"Ahem, those are things of the past, aren't they?" Hera coughed lightly twice, "I'm an honorable teacher now, so I won't do crooked things."

"When did making an illegal door key leading to the Ministry of Magic become a serious thing?" Lenny asked with wide eyes, as if trying to see through Hera's heart.

"Ahem, that's not important." Hera had to cough again to ease the embarrassment. He raised the bowler hat in his hand, "The important thing is that you need a portkey, and I worked hard and spent countless precious materials to successfully manufacture it for you."

"Looking at it this way, you're really a good person." Leni said irrefutably, but before Hera was happy, she continued, "In that case, how about we skip Jin Gallon this time?"

"I'm afraid that's unlikely," said Hera, stuffing her bowler hat into her little pocket.

"It's just a joke." Leni complained angrily, and took out a big gray bag out of nowhere. "This is Galleon. As long as we have used the Portkey together and there is no problem, I can give it to you."

"No problem, dear Miss Rozier." With a philistine smile on Hera's face, she handed the bowler hat to Leni at the same time, "Let you see the skills of the best portkey craftsmen on the Greek border."

"We'll see." Leni smiled and put a finger on the brim of her bowler hat.

Immediately afterwards, both of them felt what seemed to be a hook behind their navels jerking forward with irresistible momentum, and their feet lifted off the ground and they flew.

Leni could clearly feel that Hera was opposite her, which made her relieved. She thought Hera would run away!
Their shoulders collided, and they flew forward like a gust of wind, and they couldn't see anything clearly.Their fingers just stuck to the bowler hat, as if the bowler hat had a magnetic force, pulling them over, over, and Hera knew it was a normal reaction, and he was too familiar with it, a feeling he used to experience dozens of times a day.

Then--

Their feet fell heavily to the ground, and Leni staggered into Hera's body, nearly knocking Hera down, but fortunately he dodged in time, and Leni fell to the ground with a clang.

She rubbed her arms and reluctantly stood up from the ground, and looked at Hera with resentful eyes.

"You can obviously hold me up."

"I'm a clean man."

"You mean, I'm an unclean girl?" Leni said dissatisfied.

Hera didn't want to waste any more time—mainly because she couldn't make any sense with her, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "This is the Ministry of Magic, do you need to confirm it?"

It was only then that Leni noticed the surrounding situation. This was an empty corridor, the walls were also empty, there were no doors and no windows, on the rough stone walls, there were only torches inserted in the brackets, and there was a simple black door at the end of the corridor. "I think, I have no way of determining where this is at the moment"

"The abandoned tenth courtroom of the Ministry of Magic has been abandoned." Hera said after stuffing the bowler hat into a small pocket.

"Can I go out and make sure?" Leni asked cautiously.

"Anything you want, as long as you don't get discovered by the Ministry of Magic."

(End of this chapter)