Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 455 The truth is only one step away

"Then why did he stop me from attacking Bellatrix when we could just keep her?" Harry asked.

Ron also seemed puzzled. He scratched his head and said in an uncertain tone, "Maybe he has other tasks?"

"I don't understand," said Harry. "One more thing. Professor McGonagall said that Snape had been fighting and they all saw it. I can't figure it out."

Ron scratched his chin. He suddenly realized that it might be difficult for him to sleep tonight. He had to resolve his friend's doubts, even if he had no clue.

"Snape is a master of Potions. Polyjuice Potion must not be difficult for him, right?" Ron thought for a while and said, "I mean, we were able to make it in the second year. It must be easy for Snape, right?"

"You mean one of the Snapes was someone else in disguise?" Harry said quickly, understanding what Ron meant.

"Yeah, I think that's the only way to explain why Snape appeared in two places at the same time, unless he was doubled."

Harry muttered, "There's no such thing as magic."

"Okay, go to sleep, I think the professors will think about these issues." Ron lay down again, and turned over on purpose, his yawning could no longer be stopped.

Seeing his good friend falling asleep like this, Harry could only close his eyes helplessly despite his heart was full of confusion.

But the faces of Snape and Hera kept appearing in front of Harry's eyes, as long as he closed his eyes, he could see the scene of Hera falling from his mouth, which made him toss on the bed for a long time before falling asleep.

At this time, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor, Hera was celebrating with Professor Snape with a glass of champagne—although Snape's hands were empty and he didn't smile at all, this didn't hinder Hera's interest.

"Severus, I just said that this is absolutely flawless, all you need is to feign death—" Hera smiled happily, "In this way, Grindelwald can also achieve his long-cherished wish, a win-win, definitely a win-win."

His long hair has been chopped off and looks as crisp as ever.

"Have you thought about how to confess to your little girlfriend?" Snape said coldly, "If she really thought you were dead, do you think she would still want to live? And the child in her belly."

"She won't know about it." Hera said, putting down his glass and staring at Snape seriously. "I asked Mrs. Maxime to send her to America two months ago. She won't know. She will live there safely, with saints taking care of her."

"You actually believe Grindelwald?" Snape smiled sarcastically.

Hera sighed, shaking the glass lightly, watching the orange champagne swirl in it, "I have no other choice, the Dark Lord will definitely find ways to get rid of me."

"But why?" Snape asked. "You look like you already know why." His black beetle eyes were fixed on Hera. "You already knew, didn't you?"

"Hehe." Hera chuckled, lowered her head and pretended to be interested in wine suddenly, and did not respond to Snape's words.

After a while, Snape seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He stood up abruptly, "If you feel that you can't trust me, please don't appear in front of me again."

"Severus, it's hurtful for you to say that." Hera shook her head lightly and said, with a smile that was so familiar to Snape on her face, "I have always trusted you very much. You are different from others, and I know it all."

"You saw my memory in the Pensieve?" Snape said furiously, slapping his palm on the desk hard, making a loud noise. "do you know--!"

"Don't be so excited," Hera said, "I have to make sure that you are a completely trustworthy person. In this current situation, I really can't help it. You know how much risk I'm taking."

"So you read my memory without authorization?" Snape slumped on the chair as if discouraged, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

Hera was not embarrassed at all. He sat half of his butt on the table, swirled the wine glass, and said with a chuckle, "At least in this way I can trust you without any scruples."

"You, the Dark Lord, Dumbledore, you are all the same person." Snape gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his words almost enveloped Hera.

Hera shrugged and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

After a moment of silence, Hera took a sip of the champagne and threw the glass into the fireplace. He suppressed his smile, and the blazing fire reflected his face. He said in a deep voice, "Protect the corpse and keep the Ministry of Magic and Professor McGonagall away. They will see. I will contact you at the right time."

"You don't need to teach me." Snape's voice.

Hera jumped off the table and walked towards the door. The principal's position had been transferred from him to Professor McGonagall. All of this was so well timed that Professor McGonagall didn't notice the slightest abnormality, but it also made Hera lose the privilege of Apparating in the castle.

When Hera was holding the doorknob and was about to open the door, Snape suddenly said behind him, "Where are you going?"

Hera stopped, turned around and smiled, "I'm planning to go to Germany to avoid the limelight." Then, without waiting for Snape's response, she opened the door and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

"Does Germany really have another deal with Grindelwald?" Snape murmured, but he soon became irritable again, and he had to continue to be his double agent, and he was about to reach the limit of his tolerance for such a life.

Hera, who left the castle, wrapped her hood tightly and moved quickly towards the border. He passed through the Forbidden Forest and broke through the barrier.This caught Principal McGonagall's attention, but when she arrived with the professors and Aurors, she found nothing.

"Our search was not thorough, and there is still a Death Eater hiding in Hogwarts." Principal McGonagall's face was livid, and she couldn't believe that someone was still making trouble under her nose.

"It doesn't look like a Death Eater." Professor Snape was wrapped tightly in a black robe, and he lowered his body to observe the traces on the soil. "It's more like the way of those German guys."

"You mean the Death Eaters are mixed with saints?" Scrimgeour couldn't help asking.

"In fact, the saints are not completely unconnected with us." Arthur Weasley said gruffly, "We were notified by Hera last year that the saints had contacted the Order of the Phoenix, and we planned to fight the mysterious man together."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scrimgeour's lion eyes glared at Arthur, annoyed that his subordinates never reported the incident.

"You never asked either," Arthur said.

Scrimgeour was itching his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.He couldn't lose such a good player as Arthur now, and the available combat power in the ministry was getting less and less.

"I think it's pointless to track down his whereabouts." Snape stood up and said, "He's obviously just an intelligence agent. I think they will contact us soon."

"We must unite." Principal McGonagall walked up to Scrimgeour and said, while extending his right hand, "It is not time to quarrel, we must unite all forces, for Hera, for Dumbledore."

Scrimgeour's complexion changed a few times, and finally he held hands with Principal McGonagall, "For victory."

The next day, the students got up early in the morning to pack their luggage. The Hogwarts Express would leave an hour after the funeral. They had to get home as soon as possible. Although the place was not much safer than the castle, the parents of the students requested so.When they came downstairs, they found that the atmosphere in the castle was extremely depressing. Everyone was wearing dress robes, and no one seemed to have much appetite.

This reminded Harry of the scene when Dumbledore died last year, but a sudden cry beside him broke his memory - Hermione couldn't help crying again.

Headmaster McGonagall had left the throne-like seat in the middle of the staff table empty, and Hagrid's chair was unoccupied. He had no intention of coming to breakfast at all. He had lost so much. He had lost his respected Dumbledore, his best friend Hera, the cabin had been destroyed, and he had nothing left.

And at the staff table, there were several unfamiliar figures of the students, among them Harry knew one: Scrimgeour, who took over from Minister Fudge, they had met at Christmas.His yellow eyes scanned the Great Hall, and Harry averted his gaze.Among Scrimgeour's entourage, Harry also saw Richfar, who was in charge of the Triwizard Tournament. He heard that he disappeared during the game, and he didn't know where they found him.

At the Slytherin table, a few girls were whispering, tears rolling down their faces from time to time—damn womanly, Hera always got the attention of the ladies, even his students.

Ginny poked Harry and at the same time squeezed Harry's hand tightly under the dining table, interrupting Harry's thoughts.Principal McGonagall rose to her feet, and the mournful murmur in the Great Hall immediately died down.

"It's almost time," she said, "please go to the grounds with your headmaster, and the Gryffindors will follow me."

They came out from behind the benches in a single file, hardly making a sound.Harry caught a glimpse of Slughorn standing at the head of the Slytherin line, with Snape even standing behind him, in rich emerald green robes embroidered with silver thread.It is also very rare for Sprout to tidy herself up very neatly and cleanly. In the past, she always wore tattered clothes, and her body was covered with mud. She didn't care much about her appearance, and she would get dirt in the vegetable field anyway.

When they reached the foyer, Mrs. Pince was standing beside Filch, wearing a thick black veil that fell to her knees, and Filch was wearing an old-fashioned suit and tie, reeking of mothballs.

They walked towards the lake, with the warm sunlight pouring down on their faces, the students silently followed the dean to the place where hundreds of chairs were lined up.There was an aisle between the chairs, and in front of it stood a marble table, towards which all the chairs were directed.It is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

At the same time, it also reminded them of the funeral they attended last year, and many people wept softly again.They had lost two beloved Headmasters in the space of two years, both to Voldemort and his henchmen.

There are already some people on the chair, but they just look very unkind.These people were of various shapes and sizes, but they almost all covered their heads with hoods. When the students passed by, Sunshine saw the faces of a few of them clearly, and was taken aback, because they were almost full of scars, or there were maggots wriggling.

Of course, there are some normal people, like members of the Order of the Phoenix.There are also some people they don't know, but they look very elegant. They look more like nobles. The leader of them is an extremely elegant and beautiful woman, but no one pays attention to her at the moment. They all fix their eyes on the marble table.

No one chatters, no one is born, and hooded weirdos mostly stare out of the sun.The group of overly elegant guys didn't say a word, just watched all this in silence.

"Who are they?" Harry asked Ron in a low voice.

"I don't know." Ron said frankly, "but I can guarantee that those guys are definitely not good people."

"How?" Harry asked.

Ron raised his finger slightly and pointed to the guys with hoods, "It's too weird to wear a hood on such a hot day, isn't it-I mean, I know they may be ugly, but it doesn't respect Hera."

"My child, you are wrong," an old woman in the front row turned her head. She was wearing the same black robe as those weirdos, but without a hood. Her face was full of dimples, but her voice was very young, which startled Harry and Ron. "It is the greatest respect for them to come."

"But they won't even take the hood off," muttered Ron.

The old woman showed a look of reminiscence, and said in a deep voice, "We came here together. We crossed the blockade and risked our lives to come to the UK and come here. Almost everyone is an evil dark wizard."

"And you said you are not bad people?"

"We just want to see him off for the last time." The old woman said, tears streaming down the gully. "Most of us are blessed by him. We have no choice but to survive. You don't understand these things, but you have to be clear about one thing. We are here because we are already in the mood to die."

"But what did Hera do to make you willing to take such a big risk?" Harry asked suspiciously. He suddenly found that he didn't seem to know anything about Hera, and he didn't know anything about his past.

"When he was still in business, don't look at me, I won't tell you what kind of business he was in." The old woman glanced at Harry and knew what he wanted to ask. "At that time, we all called him."

(End of this chapter)