Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 402 Continuing to Fool——It's All Because I Didn't Learn Occlumency Well!
"Can we assume that you have invited me into your living room?" Hera said with a smile.

"Shall we go?" Harry asked.

"Go, of course, but there are a few things that need to be discussed first." Hera said, "I think it's better for us not to talk about these things outside, so we have to disturb your aunt and uncle for a while."

"What, you?"

Mr. Dursley ventured a few steps forward, his wife standing behind him, and their pig-like son hiding behind them both timidly.

"That's right," Hera said briefly, "that's right."

Hera drew her wand so suddenly that Harry didn't even see it.With a flick of the wand, the sofa whizzed past, hitting the three Dursleys on their knees.They couldn't stand still for a while, and they all fell on the sofa and rolled into a ball.With another flick of the wand, the sofa swished back to its original place.

"So, is this your purpose? Are you going to kill me here? Like what you did to Dumbledore?" Harry puffed out his chest, but he didn't look as fearless as he said, his chest heaved violently.

Hera shook her head, "I won't do anything to you. Harry, you must be clear that I'm on your side."

"If you were on my side, you wouldn't have shot Dumbledore, he trusts you so much!" Harry yelled, staring at Hera.

"I don't want to explain any more, Harry," Hera said softly. He stood up and wanted to touch Harry's head, but Harry avoided him. "Ha, it's good to be vigilant." Hera withdrew her hand resentfully.

"Your come with me, and then you'll spend the rest of your vacation at the Burrow." Hera said softly, looking at Harry's little face and sighing inwardly.

"The Burrow?" Harry asked, startled.

Hera nodded, "That's right, it's The Burrow."

Harry pondered for a while, he seemed to think that Hera didn't need to go to such trouble to kill him, so he went back upstairs to pack his luggage after being silent for a while.

Hera was waiting for him downstairs, and of course he was not idle. He left a note on the coffee table in the living room, telling them that Harry would go to a friend's house to spend the rest of the summer vacation, and then go directly to Hogwarts in September.I believe this is good news for them.

It took Harry more than ten minutes to come down the stairs. He carried the suitcase in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other.

"Harry, I don't want to get in the way with them," Hera said, pulling out her wand again, which made Harry let go of his hand nervously, and the box fell to the ground with a loud clang. "I'll send them to the Burrow, and let them wait for us there. I want you to wear the Invisibility Cloak just in case, though."

Harry pursed his lips and looked at Hera, maybe it was the friendship of the past few years that made him choose to believe in Hera, maybe it was because he really suspected that his mind was broken, anyway, he obeyed Hera's words and took the Invisibility Cloak out of the box.By the time Harry had stuffed the Cloak into the inside pocket of his jacket, Hera flicked her wand and the boxes flew out the open window—Moody would send them to The Burrow.

"Okay, Harry, let's go." Hera said, walking towards the gate.Harry hesitated, but followed him anyway.

To be honest, Harry has never had such complicated feelings for a person, not even Cho Chang.He felt awkward, the person in front of him was clearly the villain who killed Dumbledore, yet he would come to Privet Drive to send himself to the Burrow.

"Harry, you have to use your brain. If I am really a member of the Dark Lord, I have countless opportunities to kill you, even if there are dozens of Aurors gathered around, and of course, there are quite a few members of the Order of the Phoenix." Hera explained softly.They came to the street.

Harry was silent.

Hera waved towards the end of the street, beckoning him to take Harry away, and Moody would explain it clearly to them, and he didn't need to worry about it.

"You should be aware that for the past few years I—"

"So that's how you gained Dumbledore's trust, right?" Harry asked suddenly.

Hera sighed heavily, and frowned tightly, "Harry, I have to tell you clearly that the last person you need to doubt is me. Regarding Dumbledore's death, my pain is no less than yours."

"But that's what you did, didn't you?"

"Alas" Hera sighed, he felt that he could no longer fool Harry, this little guy had grown up. "Get your wand ready, Harry."

"But, I can't use magic outside of school. Is it to give the Ministry of Magic another excuse to expel me?" Harry asked with his head tilted, he had no intention of pulling out his wand at all.In fact, he already regretted leaving Privet Drive with Hera. What would he do if Hera brought him before Voldemort?
"If you are attacked," Hera rubbed her temples and said with a headache, "I allow you to use any magic and spells you can think of to fight back. This is the special permission of the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Oh." Harry laughed disdainfully, but he still honestly took out his wand.

"You haven't passed the apparition test, have you?" Hera stopped and asked.

"No," Harry replied, "I haven't taken Apparation yet, where are we going?"

"To meet our potions professor." Hera answered briefly, and he was quite happy that Harry finally got to the point.

"Professor of Potions?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Snape—?"

"He will take over Umbridge's toad's Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hera smiled. Umbridge lost power just like Fudge after Fudge's downfall, but she was obviously much better than Fudge, and she was only suspended for investigation.Hera is also looking forward to using this chess piece one day.

Harry fell silent, he couldn't help smiling at the thought of Umbridge's downfall.

At this moment, Harry and Hera seem to have returned to their previous state, remembering how they hid together under Umbridge's pursuit, and carried out DA activities in private.

"You'd better hold on to my arm and I'll disapparate you." Hera held out her left arm towards Harry.

Harry looked at Hera, and grabbed Hera's extended forearm with little hesitation.

"Very well," said Hera, "well, let's go."

After a moment of dizziness that Hera was almost fully used to, they stood in the courtyard of an abandoned village.Harry's condition didn't seem to be that good, he breathed in the cold air heavily, the continuous rainy days made the temperature here frighteningly low, Harry almost fell to the ground.

Hera quickly looked down at Harry with concern and asked, "Are you okay? You need to get used to this feeling."

"I'm fine," said Harry, rubbing his ears, his face obviously not that good, "but I seem to prefer flying on a broomstick."

Hera smiled, as expected of Gryffindor's Seeker, he wrapped his traveling cloak around his neck tightly and said, "This way."

Hera walked briskly, passing a closed tavern and several houses.

"So, what happened that day?" Harry asked halfway through.

Hera sighed, not daring to look back at Harry's face, his voice became low, "That day, you were twitching in pain on the floor, looking like you were in a daze, but we all know that it was the Dark Lord's hands and feet."

Harry subconsciously reached his forehead and touched the lightning-shaped scar.

"Dumbledore was very worried about you, and he rushed to your side, and I wanted to go up to help, but Bellatrix entangled me, and I couldn't pull my hand out." Hera sighed, "Then, there was the most terrifying scene. The Dark Lord uttered the Killing Curse. At that time, Dumbledore's attention was all on you, and he had no time to dodge - if he dodged, the person who got the Killing Curse would be you."

Harry followed Hera silently, which made him feel even more guilty. If his Occlumency practiced better, wouldn't he be controlled by Voldemort, Dumbledore wouldn't be distracted, and he wouldn't be dead?

"I don't think Dumbledore has ever blamed you. Anyway, now that the Ministry of Magic has united, everyone is fighting against the Dark Lord and his henchmen." Hera glanced at Harry secretly, and found that he was a little depressed, and quickly comforted him softly.

Harry looked very frustrated, and even stopped in his tracks, "If I had listened to him, wouldn't everything have been so bad? Without Dumbledore, how could we have defeated Voldemort?"

"Harry, you have to be clear about one thing." Hera turned around and stared firmly into Harry's green eyes. "Defeating the Dark Lord—Voldemort has never been something that one person can do. There are many Death Eaters around him. After losing Dumbledore, we need to unite more, instead of putting all our experiences on self-blame. I think this is definitely not what Dumbledore wants to see, otherwise he would not risk his life to save you."

Harry nodded, indicating that he understood, but his eyes were still filled with tears, obviously not so peaceful in his heart.

"Aha, I should be glad that I chose a good place to stay." Hera changed the subject as if she had suddenly discovered something, and gave Harry a time to secretly wipe away his tears. "It's right here, if I remember correctly."

It was a neat little stone house set in a garden.Harry didn't pay attention to the surrounding things at all. When they walked to the gate, Hera stopped suddenly, and Harry bumped into Hera unexpectedly.

"Harry, draw your wand and come with me," whispered Hera.He gently pushed the front door open, and the rain-soaked lock creaked.Hera trotted up the garden path, followed by Harry.Then Hera pushed open the door, wand in hand, ready to strike.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see the corridor ahead.Hera, his gleaming wand held aloft, entered the drawing room, followed closely by Harry.

There was a wave in front of them, a grandfather clock smashed at their feet, the face of the clock was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little farther away, like an abandoned sword.A piano was overturned on the floor, its keys scattered around.Nearby, fragments of a broken chandelier gleamed.Mattresses were strewn about in a mess and shriveled.

"Are we late?" Hera said gravely. "Yes, there was a horrible incident here."

Hera walked carefully to the middle of the room and carefully observed the broken pieces at her feet. Some red viscous liquid dripped from the ceiling and landed at Hera's feet.

Hera leaned over, carefully dipped a bit of it in her finger, and held it to her nose for a sniff.

"Fire dragon blood, what a luxury." Hera murmured.

"Maybe there was a fight, and then—they dragged him away afterward, didn't they?" Harry asked, ignoring Hera's words, assuming it was someone's blood.

"I don't think so," Hera said quietly, looking behind a bulging armchair that had been rolled over on the ground. "Why was everything destroyed, but this armchair was just overturned?"

When it was too late, Hera shot suddenly, and stuck the tip of her wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair, and the chair let out a scream: "Ouch!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Horace Slughorn." Hera smiled and held out her hand towards the armchair.

Almost in the blink of an eye the armchair was transformed into a fat, bald old man squatting there, rubbing his belly, and looking at Hera with one painful, tearful eye.

"You don't need to stick so hard with your wand, haven't you already found me?" He said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts me to death."

The wand's light illuminated his gleaming bald head, his bulging eyes, his walrus-like silver beard, and the shiny buttons on the maroon velvet over his lavender pajamas.

"How did you reveal it?" He asked gruffly, and at the same time held out his hand to hold Hera, "I've heard about you, the kid who took over from Dumbledore's work, and you are a very good wizard." He staggered to his feet with Hera's strength, still rubbing his belly with the other hand.His thick skin is astonishingly thick, one must know that he was spotted just now by pretending to be an armchair.

"Dear Professor Horace," Hera said with a chuckle, "If the Death Eaters really came, they would definitely leave the Dark Mark on the house."

Horace slapped his broad forehead with his plump hand.

"The Dark Mark," he said swollenly, "I thought something was missing. Ah, yes. But it was too late. I just adjusted the seat cover, and you entered the room."

He sighed heavily, and blew the tips of his two beards up.

"Do you want me to clean it up for you?" Hera bowed slightly. He hadn't put away his wand yet. He had to do something. At least he couldn't make Horace Slughorn think that he was just an empty waste.

Voldemort had returned, and it would be unwise to choose to stand against him.

(End of this chapter)