Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 453 Liar Harry Potter
"No, Harry, I didn't see clearly," said Hagrid blankly, still in shock.

"You must have seen it, the firelight must have lit his face, and Malfoy, that bastard!" said Harry bitterly, beating the grass hard to vent his anger.

Hagrid shook his head, his expression a mixture of suspicion and sympathy.Harry stopped arguing or explaining, Hagrid must have been dazed and talking nonsense when he got hit on the head with the wand just now
As they got up and walked towards the castle, the lights were on in many of the windows, and people were running around, describing how the Death Eaters had just entered, the Dark Mark was shining over Hogwarts, and someone must have been killed.
The oak doors were open, and lights were shining on the driveway and lawn. Harry and Hagrid exchanged glances, and walked towards the castle.Slowly, the pajama-clad crowd descended the stairs suspiciously, looking around nervously for signs of Death Eaters fleeing through the night.

The crowd gathered around the open space under the tallest tower. They saw a black mass lying on the grass. They groaned in pain and shock, unable to believe what they saw.They whispered and wept.

Harry and Hagrid made their way through the crowd to the front, where the stunned teachers and students made a gap.

They moved forward slowly until they came to where Hera lay, crouching beside him.

Harry looked at the figure on the ground with complicated expressions. He couldn't tell whether it was anger or pleasure, but he knew it was definitely not the joy of avenging Dumbledore.He has always regarded Dumbledore's murderer as his good friend, good mayor, and has always trusted him so much.
He closed his eyes, and he planned to hide all this for Hera. He didn't know where it came from. He believed in Hera. At least in the past year, Hera had been helping him wholeheartedly. Although he concealed many things, he perfectly completed the task assigned to him by Dumbledore.

"Perhaps, Dumbledore's death." Harry once again had a different feeling for Dumbledore's death a year ago. In the previous battle at the Ministry of Magic, Hera's shot was indeed inexplicable, which was one of the reasons why Harry believed Hera - Hera didn't have to kill Dumbledore.

Snape's right hand was bandaged, and he stood with his head bowed in front of Hera's corpse, seemingly reluctant to see the scene in front of him: Hera's eyes were closed, her body was covered in blood, her legs were bent in a rather terrifying posture.

"Hera." Professor Flitwick wept loudly, and his distressed voice caused Professor McGonagall to weep again.Professor Sprout kept wiping his eyes with a handkerchief, and Professor Trelawney sat blankly on the grass beside him, muttering, "I reminded you. I reminded you of the tower disaster."

For the rest of the night, all the warriors who participated in the fight against the Death Eaters were placed in the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey was in the hospital bed, and more than a dozen members of the Order of the Phoenix were injured.

"Hera is dead." Harry said with blank eyes. He was sitting on the hospital bed. Madam Pomfrey handed him a potion with a bad smell just now, but he drank it expressionlessly.

"We know, Harry, you don't have to repeat it," said Hermione with a headache, her eyes were red and swollen, and she could see that she had just cried, and when she spoke, the tears were about to shed again.

"Impossible!" Lupine frantically struggled to sit up from the hospital bed. He and Hera were good friends. Although they didn't see each other much, this did not affect their friendship. "Hera won't just die like this. I know his strength."

"How did he die?" Tonks whispered. "How did it happen?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange, that crazy woman, she killed him," Harry said, "I was there, I saw it with my own eyes. I followed Hera to the Astronomy Tower, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, because the Dark Mark was there. Hera was unprepared, and Malfoy rushed up, didn't give him a chance to resist, and knocked his wand away—"

Hermione covered her mouth abruptly, Ron sighed, and Luna's lips were quivering.

"—then more Death Eaters came up—and then Snape came up—he wanted to strike, and Bellatrix shot first—Avada Kedavra." Harry couldn't finish.

Bang!

The tray in Madam Pomfrey's hand fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face instantly, which made the whole ward quiet, and everyone listened quietly to Harry's words.

Madam Pomfrey put her hand over her mouth, swallowing tears, her eyes wide open.It never occurred to her that the poor boy she had watched grow up and the man who later became the headmaster of Hogwarts would really leave her forever.

"Then they ran away and I tried to catch up to them, but Snape—" Harry shook his head and sighed.

Everyone fell into silence, and they lowered their heads, as if there would be a little comfort in this way.

I don't know how long it took before Professor McGonagall opened the door and walked into the ward.She looked much better than before, but her eyes were still red.Snape followed behind her.

"Molly and Arthur are coming this way," she said, "Why are you all so weird?" She asked suspiciously when she found that everyone's attention was on her.

"No, Professor, they just heard what Harry saw," Ginny said softly.

Professor McGonagall stared at Harry for a moment, then said angrily, "Potter, I won't allow you to insult Professor Snape anymore. He has been fighting Death Eaters and was seriously injured for it. How can you insult him like this?"

Everyone seemed to be confused by these words, and they turned their suspicious eyes to Harry again.

"I saw it with my own eyes, Professor." Harry said with his head held high.

Professor McGonagall was so angry that her body shook, "What happened to Hera has made me sad enough, Potter, I can't care about punishing you now, but you'd better not try to anger us all."

"I'm telling the truth, I saw it with my own eyes," Harry yelled again.

Ginny tugged at his sleeve to shut him up tactfully, but it didn't seem to help, and Harry even looked at Snape defiantly, as if this would irritate him and reveal his true nature.

"Potter! I don't want to repeat it again, I must tell you that Professor Snape tonight—" Professor McGonagall was almost unable to stand still, but Madam Pomfrey hurried forward, turned into a chair with magic, and placed it behind Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, Minerva." Snape took a big step forward, he squinted his eyes and stared at Harry firmly, "Potter, what made you so hostile to me? Is it because I never gave you an 'O'?" He turned his head to look at the ward, his cold gaze swept over everyone, and their faces were full of cold hostility—they didn't trust Snape at all, but Hera and Dumbledore trusted him unswervingly.

Snape spoke, his voice sounded like a snowstorm in the twelfth lunar month, and it hurts to breathe, "Let me think about it, Weasley, when you were fighting Greyback, who do you think cast a stun spell on him? Mr. Longbottom, how do you think you survived a melee of elite wizards just by relying on your crappy magic skills? Tonks, you have nothing but a natural disguise Animagus."

Every wizard whose name was named by Snape bowed their heads in shame. Snape indeed saved their lives at a critical moment. If it wasn't for Snape's help, they would have died long ago—it's just because the light was too dim and the scene was too chaotic.

"Is that enough, Potter?" Snape's thin lips spat 'Potter' mockingly, making Harry feel ashamed.

"I don't know what method you used, but what I said is true." Harry yelled, and he tried to explain to everyone again, but they all bowed their heads.

"I think Potter's brain is broken, he'd better drink a portion of the pus that concentrates Babo tuber, it will be good for his brain." Snape said coldly, then waved the cloak with his normal hand and turned away without a trace of nostalgia.

"Potter, you'd better thank Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall said to Harry, and she also left the ward with messy steps.

Harry beat his head in pain, he couldn't understand why no one would believe him, it reminded him of what happened last year, the scene was almost exactly the same, no one believed him.

"Take a break, Harry, you need a rest," said Ginny hesitantly, holding Harry's hand tightly. "Maybe you misread, maybe you got a head injury—"

"You won't believe me either?" Harry said in disbelief.

"I believe it's just Professor Snape—we did all see him." Ginny hesitated, but said honestly.

"Okay, okay, I'm just a lunatic, you all ignore me." Harry shook off Ginny's hand, and lay down on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Ginny wanted to say something more, but Ron held her back, "Okay, let him be quiet."

Ginny nodded and followed Ron out of the ward. Hermione also ran out of the ward covering her face. She wanted to see Hera again.

Later, Molly and Arthur also rushed to the castle. They leaned forward and looked at Bill with concern. After confirming that there was no missing part from him, they hugged him excitedly.

And the deans of the four colleges, they are in Professor McGonagall's office—that is, the principal's office, and Professor McGonagall has taken over Hera's job—meet with the Ministry of Magic to talk about tonight's situation.Hagrid was sent to remove Hera's body, and they couldn't keep Hera lying outside.

Later, a funeral will be prepared for Hera.

"Before we start our conversation, I would like to talk about where Hogwarts should go," Scrimgeour said seriously, his dark circles were serious and frightening, and he didn't know whether he had just rushed over from the ministry or just rushed over from home. He didn't give Principal McGonagall a chance to speak, and said quickly, "I personally don't think the school can continue to operate next year. Hogwarts is no longer safe. In just two years, we lost Dumbledore and Mr. Lestrange one after another."

"I believe that both Dumbledore and Hera must hope that we can continue to run the school," Professor Sprout, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.In the past, she always seemed to be very independent, but she said this sentence very firmly, "I think as long as there is one student who wants to come to class, the school should continue to operate."

"But then do we have students?" Professor Flitwick shrieked from his chair. "Parents keep their children at home, and I can't fault them. Personally, I don't think Hogwarts is any more dangerous than it is anywhere else, but you can't expect mothers to think the same. Of course they want the whole family together, it's only natural."

"I agree," said Headmaster McGonagall. "Hogwarts has faced the risk of closing more than once. When the Chamber of Secrets was reopened, Dumbledore considered closing the school. I must say that I think the murder of Hera is more disturbing than the Slytherin monster hidden in the depths of the castle."

"This should be decided by the board of directors." Professor Snape, who was hiding in the shadows, said coldly, staring at the floor in front of his toes, "We must follow the rules and regulations."

Everyone was silent, and they all contained complicated emotions.After a long time, Principal McGonagall said, "Hagrid, you haven't said a word yet. What's your opinion? Should Hogwarts continue?"

Throughout this conversation, Hagrid kept covering his face with his tear-stained bandanna, sobbing silently.He raised his red and swollen eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know, professor, it's up to the deans and principals to make the decision."

"Hera is your best friend, and Dumbledore has always trusted you. I think something about you is very important." Principal McGonagall said kindly.

"Well, I'll stay," said Hagrid, huge teardrops streaming from the corners of his eyes and streaming down his unkempt beard, "this is my home, ever since I was thirteen - always has been. If any kids want me to teach them, I will. But... I don't know I don't know what else I can do, I can't protect them. Dumbledore Hella them all"

He sobbed, and his face disappeared behind the handkerchief again.There was a silence.

"Very good," said Headmaster McGonagall and glanced at Scrimgeour. "In this case, I must agree with Professor Snape. I should discuss it with the board of directors first, and let them make the final decision."

"Now, how should we send the students home? One opinion is that it should be sooner rather than later. If necessary, we can arrange for the Hogwarts Express to come over tomorrow—" Scrimgeour spoke quickly. He was very worried about the safety of the students in the castle. They have lost enough today, and they can't bear any more losses. If the Death Eaters break into the castle and attack the students.
The consequences could be disastrous.

(End of this chapter)