Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 464 The unlucky Ollivander is even more unlucky

"Hmph, you're doing pretty well." Hera snorted coldly, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Richfar knew that he was referring to taking over the Ministry of Magic, he shook his head lightly, "There is no problem, it's just Scrimgeour."

"Scremgeour stopped you?" Hera raised his eyebrows and asked.

Richfar shook his head, "No, I just watched him leave the Ministry of Magic, I was a little bit embarrassed. He worked in the Auror office for half his life, and finally he was able to lead the Ministry of Magic to develop in the direction he imagined, but he can no longer—"

"Then let him come back," Hera said indifferently. "With him here, we can unite the strength of the Ministry of Magic faster. He is a talent, but he is not very suitable for leadership. I heard more than once that he was the first to rush into the battlefield to fight the Death Eaters."

"He's really brave," Richfar lamented. "He's just not the right minister."

"Confidence in convincing him to come back?"

"I'll have him sit in the Auror's office tomorrow morning."

"Very good." Hera nodded, turned around and said to the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had already fallen into a slump, "Are you interested in visiting the Ministry of Magic?"

Fred poked George beside him, "I thought he was joking all along, quick, hit me to let me know it's not a dream."

"I didn't expect him to be serious." George also said dully, and then quickly punched Fred in the face.

"Did I make you push so hard again?"

"You made me fight yourself!"

"you--"

The twin brothers fought again, and Lupine looked at Hera worriedly. He couldn't see through the man in front of him. Although he was very strange, he had a sense of trust for no reason.It felt terrible, and Lupine was a little frightened of Hera.

"I think maybe the Order of the Phoenix should unite with the Ministry of Magic at this time," Hera said with a smile, "The Ministry of Magic has been purged, and all those left are warriors willing to die for the magic world, and they are no longer as corrupt as the Fudge or Scrimgeour governments."

"But how can we ensure all this?" Bill raised his own doubts.

"Very good." Hera clapped his hands, then he stretched out his finger and pointed at Richfa, "Let me introduce you, this is the assistant minister and also my subordinate, Richfa Heilig,"

"I've heard of him. He's a very capable, very powerful young man." Moody said gruffly, and at the same time his magic eyes turned to Richfar, as if he thought this would make the young man look scared.

But it turned out to be the opposite, and Richfar even looked at Moody's magic eye with interest.

"You really don't look like you are seeing me for the first time." Moody said with some regret.

Richfar shrugged and said easily, "I spent a very memorable year at Hogwarts in 1994. I lost a lot of memories at that time, so I researched what I did during that time afterwards, and you happened to be the top priority."

"Heh, it's that unlucky year again. I don't want to recall the experience of living in a suitcase for a year." Moody curled his lips and stopped talking.

"So, have you made up your mind?" Hera asked with a smile, "Do you want to go to the Ministry of Magic with me? I think there must be a lot of equipment that you can use."

"Let's forget it, Mr. Slytherin." Lupine stood up, his reason successfully reached the high ground of his brain, "We still have some things to be busy, such as Harry's going or staying, we have to make arrangements for him to prevent him from doing any stupid things again."

"It's a pity." Hera already understood what Lupine meant, and after seeing that other people had the same idea, he lost the interest in inviting everyone to the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, Richfar, let's go back to the Ministry."

"Yes, my lord."

After Hera left, Bill asked suspiciously: "Lupine, why don't we go to the Ministry of Magic? There must be a lot of spell books or equipment there, which can greatly improve our ability to fight Death Eaters."

"But you never know why an old monster who has lived for thousands of years wants to help us so kindly." Lupine said solemnly looking at the street, "Why didn't he choose to appear after Dumbledore's death?"

Moody had a sudden flash of inspiration and said gruffly, "I know something about it, but this is not a good place to talk. Let's go back to the Burrow, shall we?"

"no problem."

After returning to the Burrow, Moody solemnly explained to everyone what happened after he met Hera and the content of his conversation with Voldemort, which made everyone present gasp.

"You mean, Hera is just Slytherin's Horcrux?" Harry yelled, and he slammed the water glass on the coffee table hard, "I don't accept it, how is this possible!?"

"But Slytherin admitted it," Moody said, giving Harry a deep look.

Lupine's brows were furrowed together, and he looked utterly incredulous about the truth of the words, but Moody said them, and he wasn't going to lie to them.

"I don't think it's true," Fred cried. "How could Hera be someone else's Horcrux?"

"Come on, Fred, calm down." George patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not like we haven't discovered Hera's uniqueness over the years, have we?"

"Do you remember the previous rumor? It was the year in the Chamber of Secrets?" Ron said suddenly, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on him, which made him a little nervous.

"Didn't there be rumors at that time? It was said that Hera was the descendant of Slytherin, otherwise how could he bring the professors into the Chamber of Secrets?" Ron swallowed and said, "Don't you all know?"

"We were isolated at that time, do you remember?" Hermione said, looking at Ron.

Ron scratched his head and said embarrassingly, "It was Lavender who told me. She always knew about these gossips."

"Okay, I will confirm these things with Professor McGonagall, but the most urgent thing is to figure out what should Harry do?" Moody's voice was heavy and rough, but everyone realized that this was a problem they couldn't avoid, and the Burrow was not a permanent place.

Harry's eyes lingered on each of them for a few seconds, and he said nothing.In fact, since he came to the Burrow, he had been trying his best to restrain the fear in his heart, but now he was completely surrounded by fear.Fear seemed to crawl on his skin, throb in his chest, and choke in his throat.Ginny took his hand, which made him feel a little better.

"I think we'd better go upstairs to rest. Everyone is exhausted today." Arthur rubbed his hands and said, it was already late at night, which made all of them a little sleepy - they had been preparing to pick Harry up and leave the Muggle world since early in the morning, and now they were all physically and mentally exhausted.

Harry followed Ginny and Ron up the stairs, Hermione behind him.The scar suddenly started to burn and hurt.It took all his strength not to moan loudly.He mumbled that he wanted some fresh air, and turned back down the stairs.

When passing through the living room, it was empty at the moment, and most of them had already left with the door keys.Harry pushed open the door, wanting to look into the garden.But he looked at the wildly growing plants, rubbed his painful forehead, and thought of Dumbledore and Hera.

He is now completely confused about the relationship between Dumbledore and Helsard Slytherin. It seems that there is an intricate spider web between them that deeply connects them.

Did Hera even know that he was a Horcrux?Had he and Slytherin planned to die in the Hogwarts tower?At whose hands did Dumbledore die?
These questions filled Harry's head, but now he couldn't figure out the situation at all, and couldn't even find a clue, so he could only make inferences based on the few clues he had.

Harry felt the burning in his throat, and he wanted to go back to the living room and drink his unfinished glass of ice water.

Just then, suddenly, the pain in the scar peaked.Harry clutched his forehead, closed his eyes, and a voice screamed in his head:
"You told me that as long as someone else's wand is used, the problem will be solved!"

Suddenly, Harry's mind pictured a thin, emaciated old man, in ragged clothes, lying on the stone floor, uttering a terrible, long scream, with unbearable pain in his voice...

"No! No! I beg you, I beg you..."

"How dare you deceive Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!"

"I didn't...I swear I didn't..."

"You want to help Potter, you want to help Potter escape from me!"

"I swear I didn't... I thought a different wand would do the trick..."

"Then explain this. Lucius' wand is destroyed!"

"I don't understand... that connection... only exists between... your two wands..."

"lie!"

"Please please please."

Harry saw the white hand raise his wand, felt Voldemort's rampant rage, saw the frail old man wriggling on the ground in pain—

"Harry?"

Everything disappeared suddenly again, only Harry stood shivering in the dark, his hands clutching the garden door, his heart pounding.The scar still pricks.It took him a moment to realize that Ron and Hermione had joined him.

"Harry, go back to the house," whispered Hermione, "you're not thinking of leaving any more?"

"Yeah, you must stay, you can't leave us behind," said Ron, punching Harry on the back with his fist, "We're friends, the Gryffindor trio, aren't we?"

"Are you okay?" Hermione approached, but Harry didn't respond for a long time, which made Hermione couldn't help leaning forward to look at Harry's face, "Your face is so scary."

"It's all right," said Harry in a trembling voice, "I'm probably in a better complexion than Mr. Ollivander's."

He told them exactly what he had just seen, and Ron looked terrified and Hermione completely terrified.

"But this should stop! Your scar - it shouldn't be like this anymore! You must never allow that connection to reconnect - Dumbledore wants you to shut down your brain!"

Seeing that Harry didn't answer, Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Harry, he's taken over the Ministry of Magic, newspapers and half the wizarding world! Don't let him take over your brain!"

"No, you're wrong, he just captured the Death Eaters." Ron corrected, which made Hermione give him an annoyed look, "Don't look at me like that, the Ministry of Magic is already in the hands of Lord Slytherin, isn't it?"

"Calling him your lord so soon?" Hermione sarcastically said.

Ron said with a serious face, "George told me that Slytherin saved his life, and that spell was stopped by Slytherin when he was more than ten centimeters away from his head."

"That's a blessing," said Harry pale.

In the next few days, nothing seemed to change. The only thing that touched him the most was Scrimgeour. In just one night, he returned from the office of the Minister of Magic to the Auror's office. Facing the pile of documents, he felt even more headache.

"Is that what you guys do when I'm away?" Scrimgeour said furiously, slamming the papers on the desk. "Arthur, are you taking the Ministry seriously at all? Is that what the Ministry pays you to do?"

Standing in front of Scrimgeour was Arthur Weasley. He returned to work at the Ministry of Magic early in the morning on the second day of the operation, which made him have to drink another bottle of refreshing potion. In fact, the monthly cost of refreshing potion was almost more than his salary. Fortunately, there was a fairly large reimbursement quota in the Ministry, and the twin brother's joke spice shop subsidized the family, but he could still support it.

"Department—director, we just don't have the energy to deal with paperwork at all, and all our personnel have been transferred to the front line to fight, even the newcomer Nymphadora Tonks." Arthur said helplessly, "And we lost several good ones yesterday."

"What kind of hands are they? They're good hands. They're all the lackeys of the mysterious man. If it weren't for them, our previous missions would have been a big success—" Scrimgeour's fist slammed on the desk, which startled Arthur a lot—but mainly because he was still a little sleepy, Scrimgeour's fist directly woke him up.

"Director, I think maybe this is not a bad thing, at least there is no ghost among us now." Arthur said hastily, the unlucky one who Scrimgeour has been angry with is Arthur, and he can clearly distinguish the situation.

"Harry's still at the Burrow, right?"

"Well, for the time being."

"The professors found his suicide note in Hera's office. He wants to give some things to the children. I think we'd better find a suitable time to give them to them." Scrimgeour sat down, and his hair no longer looked like an enraged lion, but rested on his scalp obediently.

"Okay, I'll tell them."

(End of this chapter)