Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 410 Voldemort: I'm staring at you!
The Dark Mark spell was not cumbersome, but Snape only told Hera the spell and spellcasting skills, but did not demonstrate it to Hera, and also prevented Hera from using it in non-emergency situations, because it would summon Voldemort, which was definitely not a good experience.

"You have to realize what a dangerous spell this is. When you use it, the Dark Lord can feel it and Apparate to your side. Although Hogwarts has an anti-Apparition spell, I think he will find a way." Snape looked at Hera, and handed him the note with the spell written on it. "I don't want to hear this spell again."

"Understood." Hera took the note, picked up the snake neck bottle on the table, turned and left Snape's office.

After returning to the office, it was rare for Penello not to continue her seemingly endless paperwork behind her desk.

"Back?" Penello was standing in front of the window with a cup of coffee and staring at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

"Yeah." Hera put the snake neck bottle on the table, sat on the chair and rubbed her temples.

Penello turned around and put the coffee aside, "Is this another memory?"

"Well, Dumbledore left it." Hera nodded. He was not in a hurry to check the memory inside. If Penello wanted to check the memory with him, he really didn't know how to refuse. God knows whether Dumbledore would leave any important information in it. If Penello found out, it would be quite dangerous for her.

Hera didn't want Penello to be involved. She had better do some basic work honestly in the castle, and the farther away from these dangerous things, the better.

"I think you'll need this." Penello pushed the coffee cup in Hera's direction.

"Thank you." Hera picked up the coffee cup and drank it in one gulp. "I feel much more refreshed."

"That would be great," Penello patted Hera's shoulder lightly, "I think you're going to stay up late today, so I'll go to the bedroom first."

Hera nodded, his eyes flickered, he knew that Penello was leaving him space so that he could concentrate on watching Dumbledore's memory.

"I hope Dumbledore can leave more clues."

It took Hera nearly a night to read the memories left by Dumbledore. After Hera came out of the Pensieve, she sat on the throne-like armchair with her eyelids slightly drooping, recalling in her mind the memories she had just seen in the Pensieve.

There are almost all Dumbledore's memories about Voldemort, including the first time he introduced Hogwarts to Voldemort in the orphanage, and invited him to the castle; there is even a part about Voldemort's mother Merope Gaunt's memory;
At the end of the memory, there is a piece of Dumbledore's self-talk.He asked Hera to show these memories to Harry at the right time.Because according to the prophecy, only one of Voldemort and Harry can exist, and one must die in the hands of the other, that is to say, the task of destroying Voldemort can only be given to Harry, maybe there is some power that Dumbledore does not understand.

Hera was skeptical about this. Based on Harry's current state alone, let alone destroying Voldemort's Horcrux, just letting him leave Hogwarts, Hera couldn't guarantee that he could survive alone for more than 48 hours.

"But there are many points worth noting in the memory." Hera pulled out a piece of parchment, picked up a quill, and wrote on it. "Obviously, when the Dark Lord learned that there was someone with the same name as him, 'Tom,' he looked contemptuous. He was contemptuous of anything that tied him to others, anything that made him seem ordinary. Even then, he wanted to be different, independent, and famous."

"Actually, there is no accident. He abandoned his name a few years after graduation, created the mask of the Dark Lord, and hibernated behind it for so many years." Hera stopped writing, and he suddenly thought of a method that might be useful, which could allow him to use it in dangerous situations—for example, Hogwarts was breached. This day will not be too far away.

"If everything is as predicted, only one can survive, it seems that we must buy time for Harry," Hera's eyes became firm, "We must attract the energy of the Dark Lord, so that Harry has enough time to destroy all Horcruxes."

"Suddenly it feels like things are getting worse." Hera gasped, unknowingly, he began to follow Dumbledore's train of thought, and actually pinned all his hopes on that brat Harry.

Hera sighed, and put the quill aside casually. "But I'm afraid this is our last hope."

"Then, let me keep looking. It might be a Horcrux object." After a long pause, Hera leaned back in her chair and continued to think, "Ravenclaw's crown, Ms. Gray's words." Hera suddenly felt a little headache, and he didn't want to go to Ms. Gray for the time being, even if she had the opportunity to be honest with Hera now. "Apart from the crown, what's left is Hufflepuff's gold cup. I'm afraid Severus will need to continue to inquire about this. He hasn't heard any news about the gold cup for so many years."

In fact, except for Gryffindor's sword, which has been hidden in the castle because of the goblin, almost all the possessions of other giants have disappeared in history, and only a few vague unofficial histories mention them occasionally.

A green flame suddenly rose from the fireplace, startling Hera, and he almost immediately took out his wand and pointed it at the fireplace—green represents the Floo network, and someone connected to the Floo network in the office.

"Hera, the Dark Lord asked me to report to him on your every move." Snape's voice came from the fireplace, his head floating in the flames, tongues of flames flying around him, licking his ears, but he was unhindered.

Hera rubbed her head, bad news came one after another, "I see."

"I think he has become suspicious of you, I will find out what's going on as soon as possible." Snape spoke very fast, obviously he was the first to get the news, so he hurriedly informed Hera.

"Severus, please do one thing."

"Ok?"

"Help me find out if the Dark Lord has had a golden cup in the past, Hufflepuff's golden cup."

Snape nodded in surprise, and disappeared into the flames with a soft poof.

"It's really bad news." Hera slapped the table with his palm heavily, making a loud noise, but soon he couldn't figure it out again, "What went wrong? It doesn't make sense at all. I did everything. Anyway, the Dark Lord has no reason to target me."

Voldemort's attitude towards Hera has almost turned upside down in this short period of two months. If nothing happened, Hera would not believe it at all.But he just couldn't figure it out.

"Could it be because of Slytherin?"

Hera suddenly had a terrible conjecture, but he quickly shook him out of his head, how could this be possible?

How could he be a Slytherin Horcrux?

This is simply not possible.

"But if all this is true—" Hera turned pale, "the Dark Lord would never allow anyone to be chained to him, and what could be more proud of him than the blood of Slytherin?"

Hera felt that he had grasped the answer, but he didn't want to admit it. He was just a money-loving wizard, so it couldn't be a Slytherin Horcrux.

I'm afraid he will have to go to Ms. Gray no matter how reluctant he is. He must find out all this, otherwise he will not even know how he died.

But fortunately, Hera is still safe for now.Although Voldemort's brain was not working well, he was able to realize that he couldn't hit Hera.If he shot Hera openly, I'm afraid it would chill the hearts of all the Death Eaters-even though Hera didn't believe that they really followed Voldemort.

See, Hera who brought Harry Potter to Voldemort and killed Dumbledore with her own hands was killed by Voldemort, which will make the Death Eaters panic.In fact, the current Death Eaters are not very confident, at least the Malfoy family is definitely not that loyal to Voldemort.

Hera's eyes flickered, and he carefully hid the parchment in the innermost drawer, gently pushed the armchair away, and walked out of the office.Just a few minutes after he left, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and a figure poked his head out.

Rooftop of Ravenclaw Tower.

"Dawn is coming." Ms. Gray stood on the edge of the roof. Fortunately, she was a ghost, so she didn't have to worry about falling from the tower.

"Dawn is indeed approaching, but we still don't know whether the sun will rise as usual." Hera said softly, "I think we have to continue our conversation along the topic from last time. I'm sorry that my recklessness interrupted the conversation last time."

"Are you ready?" Ms. Gray didn't turn around, she turned her back to Hera, and the cool morning wind blew past, making Hera shiver unconsciously—but his cloak had cast a warming spell, and the cold wind couldn't make him shiver at all.

Hera shrugged, spread her hands and said helplessly, "It's impossible for everything to happen when I'm ready. Compared with making all the preparations, I prefer to grasp all the news, even if it's dead, I'll die clearly."

"Extraordinary wisdom, many people refuse to accept the facts because of fear." Ms. Gray turned around with satisfaction, "In fact, Slytherin's Horcrux—or the real heir, Dumbledore knew about it a long time ago. He has always been clear about that person since he entered school."

Hera's breathing became short of breath, "You mean, Dumbledore knew that person all along?"

Ms. Gray nodded, and she floated to the steps beside Hera, stroked the hem of her long skirt, and sat on the steps with her knees hugged.

"When the child of the Rose family, who is now the dean of Gryffindor College, was going back to attend her husband's death anniversary, the task of writing letters to the little wizard fell on Dumbledore's head. When he opened the register, he saw an incredible and impossible name." Ms. Gray showed a look of reminiscence, her voice was very soft, and Hera had to open her ears hard to prevent her voice from being swept away by the breeze.

"So, he came to ask you, didn't he?" Hera asked.

Ms. Gray nodded lightly, "He found Barrow immediately after discovering the anomaly, and then Barrow brought him to see me. Barrow knew that I had stayed in the Gaunt family's old house for a long time. There were rumors of a mad witch in Little Hangleton Village at that time. At that time, Barrow found me, and I had to flee to the Albanian forest."

"I remember, you once said." Hera nodded, "So you hid the crown in the forest?"

"Yes, I hid it, and the latter two have remained there, hidden in a hollow tree."

"A hollow tree?" Hera demanded. "You've already told the story, haven't you?"

Ms Gray closed her eyes and nodded.

"I don't know him. He's very likable, he seems empathetic and empathetic."

Hera could understand Lady Gray's desire to usurp treasure to which she had no right, and Voldemort certainly understood - and he always did.

"You are not the only one who was deceived by rhetoric," Hera comforted softly, "I can't think of anyone else who can see through his true face except Dumbledore. There is also a special contribution award trophy belonging to him in the prize showroom."

With that said, Voldemort managed to extract the whereabouts of the missing diadem from Lady Gray.He went to that distant forest and brought back the hidden diadem, probably not long after he left Hogwarts.

But once the diadem had become Voldemort's precious Horcrux, it would not have remained in that humble hollow tree. No, the diadem must not be there, Voldemort must have hidden it somewhere else—the diadem must have been secretly sent back to its true home, Voldemort must have put it—

"In the castle, right?" Hera asked, "Tom Riddle hid him in the castle, and on the night he came to ask Dumbledore to let him teach, he hid the diadem in the castle!" Hera said aloud, his thinking became clear, "He must have wanted to make the Gryffindor sword into his Horcrux, and take the opportunity to win over the students and recruit followers among the students, but Dumbledore saw everything, so he rejected Tom."

"You—" Ms. Gray opened her mouth slightly, she didn't know why the topic went to the crown again, they were obviously still talking about the Slytherin Horcrux.

"Thank you, your clues have helped me a lot." Hera said gratefully, but he did not forget the purpose of the trip, "By the way, where did we just talk? Dumbledore found you, and then? You told him everything?"

Ms. Gray froze for a while, then shook her head stiffly, "I didn't tell him, but I don't think it can be hidden from him. How could the descendants of the Gaunt family be named Slytherin?"

Hera nodded. Indeed, although the Gunter family claims to have the purest Slytherin blood, they can only be named Gunter, and they are not qualified to be named Slytherin at all.

"Dumbledore has been observing that child. When he was being bullied, he didn't make a move; when he left the castle and wandered, he didn't make a move; when he returned to the castle hoping to teach, he was very suspicious of the child, so he rejected the child, twice."

(End of this chapter)