Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 462 Richfar Heilig: I'm not a dragon!

Hearing this terrible name, Molly was startled and hurriedly took out her wand, but she quickly remembered what Moody said before, this is his savior and someone who can be trusted.Molly froze with her hands hanging in mid-air.

"Okay, Mrs. Weasley, put down your wand." Hera said with a smile, "I'm not your enemy."

"He's come to help us," said Moody gruffly. "Is that what you do to the children's saviors? I daresay they're under Mr. Slytherin's protection."

Molly looked back at Ginny, who nodded, and she put down her wand.

"Are you the wizard who appeared today?" Ginny asked tentatively.

Hera smiled wisely, "I can't tell which 'Harry Potter' you are, but if I remember correctly, I have seen a total of six Harry Potters."

"It's really you!" Ginny shouted excitedly, "Mom, if it wasn't for this gentleman, we would definitely not be able to escape the siege of Death Eaters."

Molly finally came to her senses, but she held Ginny tightly in her arms who wanted to run to the yard to find Harry, "Mr. Slytherin, thank you for lending a helping hand in times of crisis. We don't even know how to repay you. This kind of kindness——"

Molly is a generalist, although she still has doubts about Hera's identity, this does not affect her gratitude to Hera.

"This is what I agreed with Dumbledore." Hera said softly, "I promised him, this is a deal between us."

Molly and Arthur looked at each other, and Arthur took a slight step forward, "Sir, what is your deal with Dumbledore?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you the specific details." Hera said, "But you just need to be clear about one thing, I am on your side. By the way, there is another thing, the Ministry of Magic has been controlled by me."

"Ministry of Magic—!" Arthur repeated in shock.

Moody rolled his magic eyes and said, "I knew that the Ministry of Magic must be under the control of the mysterious man, otherwise. We made such a big commotion, and they couldn't have reacted at all. Arthur, don't worry, Lord Slytherin has already taken the Ministry of Magic back from the mysterious man's hands."

Hera frowned slightly, and he suddenly thought of a very important thing: Voldemort cast a spell on his name, and anyone who pronounced his name would be sensed by him—but if everyone in the UK was reciting his name, even if he sensed it, he wouldn't be able to kill everyone, right?
So, Hera coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and said, "Always use the correct name for things. The fear of a name will strengthen the fear of the thing itself."

"You're right." Moody quickly admitted that even though Dumbledore had said the same thing to him before, he was beaten and fooled by him.But the words came out of the mouth of 'Salazar Slytherin', but he had no idea of ​​resistance.

It may be because they grew up listening to the stories of the Hogwarts Big Four, or it may be because they have an extra giant on their side, which makes Moody more confident. Now they finally have the strength to fight Voldemort.

With Mr. Slytherin at the top, and with the help of the Ministry of Magic, they don't need to fight Death Eaters as before.

"Harry!" Ginny broke free from Molly's arms and hurriedly pushed the door open, only to see Harry on the steps preparing to push the door open.

Ginny hugged Harry immediately, and their lips were pressed together almost instantly.

Molly, Arthur, and Moody tilted their heads to give them a little too much intimacy.

"Ha, it's full of youthful flavor." Hera laughed softly. He really didn't expect Harry and Ginny to get together. Although they were together in the second half of last semester, he had to admit that he didn't think Ginny and Harry were very suitable.

But who made Harry and Ginny look at each other?
"You said what if the one at the door is not the real Harry?" Hera tilted her head and asked Moody, who also had a whim.

Moody's magic eye rolled around in his eye socket, and after thinking for a while, he said, "There shouldn't be such a thing, because the real Harry walked with Hagrid, and the effect of the Polyjuice Potion should have passed."

"Well, I really missed a good show." Hera pursed her lips.

Harry and Ginny entered the room holding hands, and Hagrid staggered into the living room while holding on to the handle. He fell again in the yard, which seemed to break a few more ribs he had just repaired.

"The Death Eaters were waiting for us," Harry said. "We were surrounded as soon as we set out—they knew it was tonight—I don't know what happened to the others. There were four Death Eaters chasing us. We had to fight to get rid of them. Someone came out to help us. Then Voldemort came up and killed them all—who is he!?" Harry did almost exactly the same thing as Ginny and Molly: he pulled out his wand.

"Harry, take it easy, he's here to help us." Ginny held Harry's hand and shoved his wand back into his pocket. "He saved us."

"Fine," said Harry.

Hera frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard something about 'two people were killed by Voldemort' just now. "You must be Harry Potter. I know the scar on your forehead. You said that I lost two good men to Voldemort?"

"If you're talking about a hooded, vicious.quick wizard, I think so, sir." Harry took a deep breath, and said it all at once.

Hera groped her chin and murmured, "It seems that Voldemort should not have been let go tonight—" He suddenly regretted that if he had called everyone to besiege Voldemort at that time, maybe, maybe, probably, maybe it wasn't impossible to keep Voldemort.

As long as he casts various spells on him, Hera believes that at least Voldemort can be controlled, even if he doesn't need to kill Voldemort completely, this humiliation alone is enough to make Voldemort commit suicide.

"Thank goodness, you're fine," said Weasley, pulling Harry into his arms and hugging him.

"Weasley, is there a room upstairs? I think I'd better not show up until everyone's over, or everyone's going to poke me with their wands, I'm afraid."

"Of course, sir." Molly said as she let go of Harry and walked towards the stairs. "There are quite a few rooms upstairs. If you don't mind, you can find a room to rest first."

"No problem, just call me when the time comes." Hera followed behind Molly, stepped on the creaking stairs, and walked up.

As he was leaving the living room, Hera heard Harry whisper to Ginny, "Who is he? Why have I never seen him before?"

"he is."

Molly took Hera to a fairly spacious room with a double bed inside.

"This is our master bedroom, if you don't mind—" Molly pointed to the bed and the chair beside her, "You can move around freely, and I will come up and let you know when everyone comes back."

"It's okay." Hera said softly. He needed a quiet place to recover his magic power, and more importantly, to control Dorelos Umbridge who was far away in the Ministry of Magic in London. He didn't want to take over a Ministry of Magic full of Death Eaters. What he needed was a Ministry of Magic that was as hard as an iron plate, even if the iron plate was a little smaller.

Hundreds of miles away, hundreds of meters underground in London, a group of wizards in black robes rushed into the Ministry of Magic, their cloaks were all embroidered with a symbol: the Three Hallows.

"This place has been taken over by Lord Salazar Slytherin, let your highest-ranking speaker come out." Abernathy raised his hood and shouted loudly, which stunned all the officials hurriedly walking in the golden hall.

Then there was a burst of laughter, "Listen to what nonsense they are talking about? Slytherin? We all know that the only blood left in Slytherin is the Dark Lord—"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without Abernathy chanting, one of the saints behind him suddenly pulled out his wand and cast the Killing Curse at the jeering wizard.

"Let the minister come out, let your top talker come out." Abernathy roared again, but this time there was no jeering sound, and the officials silently drew their wands instead.

The war was about to break out, and Abernathy felt that something was wrong. According to what Lord Slytherin said, they should gladly submit to his feet, shouldn't they?

Why did it become like this?

Abernathy couldn't figure it out, but he knew one thing: Even if he survived, it would be hard to get away with it.At least half of the Saints will lose here.

At this time, the two sides were facing each other, waiting for a signal to make a move. Everyone was nervously making eye contact with their companions, or nervously staring at the wizard on the opposite side.

"What are you all doing?" A male voice sounded, it was Richfar Heilig, Assistant Minister.

Hearing this voice, both parties relaxed almost immediately.

Richfar is an undercover agent of the Heilig family, and the saints know him well.And the officials of the Ministry of Magic (or the Death Eaters) are even more afraid of this skilled assistant minister.

"Mr. Minister will be here soon, put away your wands, what are you doing here?" Richfar angrily slapped away a wizard beside him who was still holding a wand.

The wizard said aggrievedly: "But sir, they broke into the Ministry of Magic—"

"Wait until the minister comes over," Richfar roared angrily, "are you going to disobey my order?"

"Don't dare." The sorcerer lowered his head slightly, with a hint of imperceptible viciousness flashing in his eyes.He is a Death Eater, if it is not the master's task, who would want to go undercover in the useless place of the Ministry of Magic?Isn't it fun enough to go out and abuse Muggles?
There was a sound of clicking footsteps, and a pink figure flashed out of the elevator quickly.

"Yo, what happened~" A sweet and cloying voice made almost all the wizards retch subconsciously.It was Umbridge, and behind her, the poodle-like Scrimgeour, his hair now completely blown out with rage.

Scrimgeour walked quickly to Richfar and asked, "What's going on here, Richfar?"

"Mr. Minister, you are here," Richfar said with a slight bow. "These wizards from Germany in front of you are followers of the great Salazar Slytherin. They have officially taken over the entire Ministry of Magic by the order of that lord."

"Hmph, you can handle this kind of thing well, right?" Scrimgeour didn't seem to have realized it yet. In his opinion, that small group of wizards was no match for the Ministry of Magic at all.

"Yes, sir," said Richfar, smiling. "Then, please leave the Ministry."

"You!" Scrimgeour responded no matter how dull he was, and he immediately wanted to take out his wand from his pocket.

But as a seasoned wizard, the moment he held the wand, he knew something big was going to happen!

It was a fake wand, Weasley joked about the fake wand from the spice shop!
Scrimgeour didn't even have to wait for it to become a disgusting toy, he could feel it.His face changed several times in just a few seconds, with his hands in his pockets, glaring at Richfa.

"When did you change it?" Scrimgeour said coldly, suppressing his anger.

Richfar shrugged, and pulled a wand out of his pocket, "Just before I head out the door, while you're getting a headache looking at the papers."

"you--"

"I'll give it back to you if you cooperate," Richfar said softly. "After all, you're a minister I respect."

Scrimgeour's face turned livid, and after a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards the other end of the golden hall.

"Your wand." Richfar offered his wand with both hands.

Scrimgeour took the wand angrily, and walked quickly towards the other end, all the wizards around gave way to him.Then, with a burst of flames, he quickly disappeared into the transmission channel.

"Very well, then, next, I will read out a list. All wizards on the list will leave immediately. This is Lord Slytherin's greatest mercy to you." Richfar took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, "You better understand what this list means."

Several Death Eaters looked at each other, one of them shook his head slightly, and they held back their restless hands.

"Walker Gower, O'Connor Crabbe."

All the people whose names were called felt guilty. They finally realized what the list in Richfa's mouth meant, and all of them were Death Eaters' names.

After a while, the list in Reachfa's mouth was finally finished, and the wizard next to him who had just started to wave his wand was secretly delighted that his name was not on the list.Does this prove that he is a good enough disguise?

But it didn't take long for him to be happy, Richfar raised his wand, and said in a very soft voice:
"Avada Kedavra!"

(End of this chapter)