Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 368 Please Kill Me
"But you are Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore is also mortal." He sighed softly, and sat up straight from the chair with difficulty. "Alright, this makes things easier."

Hera seemed completely bewildered, and Dumbledore smiled.

"I am worthy of Voldemort's plan against me. He must have involved someone or a way to kill me."

Hera was facing Dumbledore across the table - oh, there was no table - they were sitting across from each other anyway, and he wanted to talk about the cursed hand, but Dumbledore held up his scorched hand, tactfully expressing his reluctance to continue the discussion.

Hera frowned and said, "But I definitely don't think it's a good way to make the Dark Lord's plan a success. Whether it's for the Order of the Phoenix or the wizarding world, we need a leader."

"I know, but this is already something that cannot be prevented." Dumbledore said, "I think it would be more meaningful for me to die than to just die in the office or in the hospital."

After a brief silence, Hera calmed down a little, so he asked, "So, what is your plan?"

"Did Voldemort foresee that in the near future he would no longer need spies at Hogwarts?"

Hera thought of the letter he wrote to Voldemort. In the letter, he almost described himself as the headmaster of Hogwarts. Hera said a little guilty, "I'm afraid he believes that the school will soon be controlled by him, yes."

"If the school does fall into his hands," said Dumbledore, interjecting as if on the spur of the moment, "I want you to swear that you will do everything in your power to protect the students of Hogwarts, will you?"

Hera nodded stiffly, the pressure on her body increased now!

"Very well, then you need to figure out what Voldemort is going to do first, we can't be like dull flies." Dumbledore said, the fingers of his good hand tapped the arm of the chair lightly, making a clicking sound.

"I'm afraid he won't tell me anything."

"It's okay, try it. I care more about Voldemort's plans than myself. Of course, we will have a chance only if Voldemort is paralyzed. If I have been alive, he will probably have been lurking in Malfoy Manor. You know, the Malfoy family dare not resist at all, and he will endure until I die." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and Hera nodded. Dumbledore was right.

As long as Dumbledore is still alive, Voldemort will never dare to act rashly. The person he fears most is Albus Dumbledore-the old headmaster who speaks of righteousness and morality.

"So, I have to ask you something."

Hera raised her eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

"You must kill me."

There was a long silence, and there was only a strange rattling sound in the room. Phoenix Fox was gnawing on a small piece of cuttlefish bone—didn’t it mean that it only ate medicinal materials?Dumbledore lied to Hera before!
"You don't want me to do it now, do you?" Hera joked and laughed dryly. This is not funny, not funny at all. "Or do you need a little time to come up with a creative headstone?"

"Oh, not yet." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head and refused, "I think that moment will come. Judging from today's events," he pointed to the empty seat on the original table, "we can be sure it will happen within a year."

"He will be afraid that we will continue to destroy his Horcrux," Hera said after thinking for a while, "but he doesn't know at all, and we actually don't have any clues yet."

"I actually have some ideas, but I need confirmation. I will tell you one by one after I confirm it." Dumbledore said, "I think for Voldemort, the Horcrux must be a commemorative object, such as the diary representing his life in the Muggle orphanage for the first 11 years, such as Slytherin's locket, such as the Gaunt family's resurrection stone ring."

"This seems to be too large a range." Hera said.

"Yes, but we can always find out." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Hera frowned, because he thought of another question, a question he had accidentally ignored, "Dumbledore, the Killing Curse can tear people's souls apart, and it requires great malice, I'm afraid I can't do it." He sighed, "Actually, I have never used the Killing Curse, and I'm not sure if my soul can bear it."

"Only you know that helping an old man from pain and disgrace does not hurt your soul," said Dumbledore. "Hera, I beg you to do this great thing for me, for death is as certain to me as the Chudley Cannons will be last in this year's league. To tell you the truth, I would rather end my life quickly and painlessly than drag it out and die embarrassingly."

His tone was light, but those blue eyes looked at Hera as piercingly as they had looked at Harry, and seemed to see the very souls they were talking about.Finally, Hera nodded slightly.

Dumbledore seemed satisfied.

"Thank you, Hera."

"After that, what do I need to do?" Hera asked.

"Oh, don't be so anxious," Dumbledore shook his head, "Don't worry, I know something, very clearly, I have noticed from the last school year, those little moves you made."

Hera felt a burst of cold sweat running down her back. He did not do much in the last school year. Whether it was Barty Jr. or Richfar, he did a lot of messing around. If Dumbledore noticed this, then what is the purpose of him holding it back until now?

Is this blackmail or negotiation?

Hera couldn't say for sure, but there must be something wrong.

"I believe you are still in contact with Voldemort, but your heart is towards me, otherwise you would not be able to summon Fawkes." Dumbledore said with a smile, "In fact, I was so surprised when I saw Fawkes appearing beside me with you that day."

"So, you know all about it."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Dumbledore said playfully, instead of answering Hera's words, he asked instead.

Hera lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "Dumbledore, I have no choice. You know, I have no choice. The Dark Lord has come to me."

"Of course I know, it's hard to refuse." Dumbledore replied with the same smile, "It's hard, you're just a poor boy."

"Thank you."

The conversation ended here, because Dumbledore said that he had to find a new desk, and the owls in the window had several more, and he had to start working.

Hera left the principal's office with a much heavier mood than when he destroyed the Horcrux before.

Later in the day, Harry and the others returned to the castle, and Hera had seen them from the tower early, and the little ones dragged their boxes along the icy driveway to the castle with difficulty - they used the Knight bus, which stopped directly at Hogsmeade village, which was agreed earlier in the morning.

Hera watched for a while, until they all walked into the castle, then sighed and returned to her office.

This night Hera was particularly tired from sleeping. He had been sitting on a chair in his office, and he had a very strange dream.

He had Quilinus's big scarf on his head, and the scarf kept babbling, telling him that Lord Voldemort's orders should be obeyed, because that was an honor, that all wizards should honor, and Hera told the scarf that he didn't want to do that, he didn't want to do that, he knew what was right; the scarf was getting heavier and he wanted to tear it off, but it gave him a headache. Lido's laughter became louder and colder, and then a green light flashed suddenly, and Hera woke up, covered in cold sweat and trembling.

He sat up straight from the chair, looked at the dim ceiling through the moonlight, sighed heavily, and fell asleep again after a long while.

When he woke up the next day, his body felt so heavy that it didn't even feel like his own.For most of the day, Hera was afraid of the dream at night, which was definitely not a good sign, and his head began to become confused, as if he had never had such a headache.

It seemed to be the symptoms that started to appear after he seriously thought about his use of Avada Kedavra.

He didn't go to Dumbledore, but locked himself in the office alone, he was afraid that Dumbledore would give him some terrible task-far more terrifying than Voldemort.

But Snape knocked on his door, "You'd better get ready, we're going to be in charge of Potter's class tonight, you know."

It didn't take much effort to dismiss Snape, Hera felt a little relieved, and he forced himself to read some books on Occlumency, which relieved him a little - or at least distracted him.

At five o'clock in the evening, Hera went to Snape's office, even though Harry's class started at six o'clock, but Snape made a point of it.

It was a dark room, with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy specimens of animals and plants floating in colorful potions.A cabinet in the corner is full of precious medicinal herbs, even Hera may not be able to recognize them all.Snape's icy voice from the shadows startled him.

"You'd better read these books again, I'm not in the mood to teach Harry the basics." Snape said coldly.

Hera was really looking forward to this, so he picked up a book on his own, pulled up a chair, sat aside, and started reading.

Until the time came to six o'clock, the door was knocked, it was Harry Potter.

He looked tense, especially when he saw Snape, but when he saw Hera, both Snape and Hera noticed that he was visibly relieved.

"Good evening, Harry." Hera greeted him, feeling a little sad at the same time, Dumbledore is going to die, how long can you live?
Dumbledore doesn't seem like he would leave hidden dangers to unknown guys. There is a high probability that Harry will die before Dumbledore dies.

"Good evening—" Before Harry could finish his sentence, Snape coldly interrupted him.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Harry complied, feeling terrified that he had shut himself up.When he turned around, Snape had already stepped into the light, pointing silently at the chair opposite the desk.Harry went over and sat down, and Snape sat down too, staring at Harry with unblinking cold black eyes, disgust etched into every line of his face.

"Well, Potter, you know what you're here for," he said. "The Headmaster asked me to teach you Occlumency, and I just hope you're a little smarter than you were in Potions."

"Yes." Harry replied timidly.

"This may not be an ordinary class, Potter," Snape's eyes narrowed menacingly, "but I'm still your teacher, and you're to call me 'Sir' or 'Professor' at all times."

"Yes sir," said Harry.

"Okay, I will teach you Occlumency, but before you do that, you must have an understanding of this magic. Hera will teach you this part. He is a good teacher."

"I thought so too," said Harry.

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Very well, then find a place to start and don't interfere with my work."

Hera nodded, stood up and led Harry out of the lower classroom. They went all the way back to the office on the fourth floor. Harry tried not to ask any questions, but after Hera carefully locked the door, he still asked:

"What's going on here, why did I learn Occlumency from Snape?" The expression on Harry's face was as disgusting as looking up at the stars after eating.

"Because he is a master of Occlumency, almost no one can pry the secret out of his head." Hera said helplessly, this is not something worth mentioning, so basically no one knows.

Harry sighed, "Well, is it because of what happened to me?"

"I'm afraid so, Harry. The spell that didn't kill you seems to have established some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord. There are indications that there are times, when your mind is most relaxed and vulnerable—such as in your sleep—that you can perceive the Dark Lord's thoughts and emotions. Dumbledore didn't think it should be allowed to go on, and he wanted us to teach you how to shut your mind to the Dark Lord. It's a necessary thing."

Harry's heart was pounding, because Hera could clearly feel that his face turned pale almost instantly.

"But why did Dumbledore stop it?" Harry asked suddenly. He didn't think it made sense. "I don't like the feeling of it, but it's useful. I mean, I saw the big snake attack Mr. Weasley, otherwise Professor Dumbledore might not be able to save him, wouldn't he, Hera?"

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