Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 470 There is Bella's hair in the prison, right?

"I still think we should first try to find out what secrets are hidden in Godric's Hollow." Harry said as he got up from his sleeping bag.

There was silence, only the breathing of Ron and Hermione.

Without any way to confirm whether it was safe, they all slept in the living room on the first floor, so Harry and Ron could only sleep on the floor.And Hermione gained the power to sleep on the sofa cushions.

Fortunately, Sirius tore up all the portraits on the first floor, otherwise Harry and the others would never be able to have a good rest that night.

"Harry, I think we should focus on the whereabouts of the Horcruxes," Hermione retorted. "I know you've always wanted to go to Godric's Hollow, but it's too dangerous—"

"We have a safe house now, don't we? If something happens, we can get back here quickly. They won't find it here," said Ron. "I'd like to go with you, Harry, just like before."

"Eh! It's not that I don't want to go with Harry, but I just feel—"

"Let's check this out first, and then go to Godric's Hollow, shall we, Hermione?" Harry looked up and asked, "It won't waste too much time, and I have a hunch that there must be some secret hidden there."

Harry couldn't bear to lie there any longer, so he decided to get up and find something to do instead of wasting time sleeping.He got out of his sleeping bag and tiptoed out of the room.Ron hurried to follow, their sleeping bags crumpled against the floor.

Hermione was so angry that she quickly cleaned up their sleeping bags with her wand, and then quickly ran after the two of them.

Harry took his wand up the stairs.

The second landing was the bedroom where Harry and Ron had lived last time. He glanced inside. The wardrobe was open and the sheets had been drawn.This reminded them of the broken leg of the troll they found downstairs.

"Someone searched here after we left?" Ron said, closing the cupboard door. "It must be Snape. I knew he couldn't be from our side."

"Yeah, we already knew." Hermione said, holding her wand and continuing to walk forward.

They went on up until they reached the top landing, where there were only two doors, the one facing him had a sign that said SIRIUS.Harry had never been in his godfather's bedroom before, and he pushed open the door, holding his wand up as far as he could.

It was spacious, and must have been quite beautiful in the past.There was a large bed with carved patterns at the headboard, long velvet draperies over the high windows, a thick layer of dust on the chandelier, candle stubs still in their sockets, and frozen tears dripping like ice crystals.The pictures on the walls and the headboard of the bed were also covered with a thin layer of dust, and a cobweb was pulled from the chandelier to the top of the wooden armoire.As Harry walked towards the middle of the room, he heard the sound of running mice.

"Is this Sirius' room?" Ron said puffily. "I thought he'd at least get his own room tidied up."

"He's lost his memory, all of it," said Hermione softly. "It's not his fault, he's a victim too, it's all Fudge's fault. If I—"

"If it was you? You still plan to be the Minister of Magic?" Ron looked surprised.

"Why is it impossible? I have been preparing to enter the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said confidently, "In order to protect the rights and interests of the house elves, for"

"Okay, okay, we all know what you're up to." Ron interrupted Hermione with a wave of his hand.

But Harry kept his eyes fixed on the pictures and stickers on the wall.There were so many posters and photographs of young Sirius plastered on the walls that the original silver-gray satin walls were barely visible.Harry could only guess that Sirius' parents hadn't been able to remove the permanent stickers from the wall, as he believed they wouldn't appreciate the older son's taste in decorating.

Sirius seemed intent on annoying his parents, and there were several large Gryffindor banners in the room, emphasizing that he was different from the rest of the Slytherin family, the red and gold flags had faded.

There were also lots of pictures of Muggle motorcycles, and even a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis.The Muggle girls were recognizable because they were motionless in the drawing, their faded smiles and eyes fixed on the paper, in contrast to the only picture of a wizard on the wall, which was four Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, giggling at the camera.

"This is my father!" Harry's heart jumped for joy, and he recognized his father, with unruly black hair sticking out at the back of his head like Harry's, and with eyes too.Beside him was Sirius, handsome and unruly, with a slightly haughtier face younger and happier than Harry had ever seen him.Small
To Sirius' right was Pettigrew, more than a head shorter than he was, chubby, moist-eyed, excited to be part of the coolest bunch, to befriend admired rebels like James and Sirius.To James' left was Lupine, looking a little scruffy even then, but he had that look of surprise and joy at finding himself liked and accepted... Was it just because Harry knew the inside story that he saw these things in the photo?
Harry wanted to take this photo down for a closer look, or keep it as a collection, it was one of the rare group photos of the looters.But Harry failed, Sirius really spared no effort to prevent his parents from changing the decoration of this room.

He definitely cast the Permanent Sticking Charm!
"Okay, Harry, don't waste your efforts," said Ron. "It's all in the past anyway, Peter betrayed. Sirius is like Snape's henchman now."

This earned Hermione a roll of the eyes, and Harry's weak sigh.

"Harry, look at this." Hermione picked up a handwritten note from the floor and smoothed it out.

Time didn't destroy this note too much, maybe it was some kind of magic.

Dear Padfoot:

Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present!This is his favorite toy.He looks so happy to be able to fly around on a toy broom at only one year old.I have attached a photo for you to see.You know little broomsticks only get two feet off the ground, but Harry nearly killed the kitten and almost broke an ugly vase that Petunia gave me for Christmas (not complaining).Of course, James had great fun saying the kid was going to be the next Quidditch star, but we had to put all the decorations away and keep watching him as he flew.

We had a very quiet birthday tea, just old Bathilda, who had always been very kind to us, and especially doted on Harry.It's a pity you can't come, but the Order of the Phoenix comes first, and Harry is too young to know birthdays!James is a bit depressed being locked up here, and he tries not to show it, but I can see that - the Invisibility Cloak is still with Dumbledore, so there is no chance to go out.How glad he would be if you could come.Worm was here last weekend and I think he was down, but maybe it was because of the news from the McKinnons.I also cried all night when I heard it.

Bathilda came over often, she was a funny old lady, and she told a lot of Dumbledore stories, it was incredible.I wonder if he himself will be happy to hear that!Honestly, I don't know how much to believe, it's hard to believe Dumbledore...

Harry's limbs seemed to go numb, and as he stood there, holding the magic piece of paper in his unconscious fingers, his heart felt like a volcano erupted.Joy and sorrow flowed through his veins in equal measure.He staggered to the bed and sat down.

He read the letter again, but couldn't understand more than the first time, but just stared at the handwriting on the paper.Mother wrote the letter g the same way he did.He searched for each such letter in the letter, each like a gentle wave seen through a veil.This letter is an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter existed, really existed.Her warm hand had moved over the parchment, pouring ink into these letters, these words, of him, of Harry, of her son.

"I have to go to Godric's Hollow," Harry murmured.

"Well, we are willing to accompany you." Hermione rubbed her head and said impatiently, "We will accompany you."

Harry wiped the tears from his eyes hastily, and read the letter again.

They were ready to leave for Godric's Hollow, even if they had never been to this place before.

And the Ministry of Magic not far away.

Hera was sitting on the sofa in the office, and Richfa was sitting behind the desk quietly correcting the documents.

"My lord, I think it's necessary for you to know about this." Richfa handed Hera a document with the words "International Association of Wizards" printed on it.

"What's the matter?" Hera took the document and asked casually, "Voldemort's hand should not have reached out to foreign countries, right?"

"There is now." Richfar's face was tense. "He grabbed the German wandmaker Grigovich. I think he is trying to solve the wand problem."

"But he can't solve it." Hera said with a smile.

Richfar's face suddenly relaxed, and he also put on a confident smile, "Yes, my lord, he will never be able to solve it, because the Elder Wand is right in your hand."

Hera smiled at Richfar, and at the same time looked down at the Elder Wand in her pocket, and patted it contentedly.

In fact, with Slytherin's identity and the existence of the Elder Wand, Hera successfully took over the power of Grindelwald's saints. The Three Deathly Hallows is the symbol of the saints and the goal that Grindelwald pursued all his life. But until the end, he only won the old devil battle.

The Elder Wand has also become the symbol of Grindelwald.Unfortunately it later fell into the hands of Dumbledore.Quite a few saint families believe that whoever can regain the Elder Wand from Dumbledore is the successor of Grindelwald.

Not to mention, Hera is also the heir appointed by Grindelwald.

"For the greater good," said Hera, gripping her wand tightly.Richfar repeated in a low voice.

"How's the battle going?" Hera asked.

Richfar shook his head, "It's not good. I'm afraid we have to find a way. We must contain the casualties. Otherwise, our available manpower will only decrease."

"Even if we join, can't we stop it?"

"It's hard to block, there are giants and werewolves on the opposite side." Richfar sighed and said, "Their destructive power is too great, and ordinary magic has no effect on them at all."

"Use the Unforgivable Curse." Hera also sighed and said, "We have to change the policy. The Stunning Spell doesn't work on them. It should have been changed long ago."

"But—if this is the case, how can we find out the whereabouts of the Horcrux?" Richfar said worriedly.

Hera said, "Voldemort would not tell ordinary Death Eaters the whereabouts of the Horcruxes. In fact, I think only the dozen or so close Death Eaters who were able to see Voldemort might know."

"Ah."

"Secondly, even Severus didn't know about the Horcruxes before, I think Voldemort may have just told a few people, like—"

"Bellatrix Lestrange!" Richfar thought suddenly.

"That's right, it's her. According to what we know, Voldemort gave one of his Horcruxes to Malfoy, and the remaining Horcruxes are the crown, the gold cup, and Nagini."

"We know the whereabouts of the crown. Nagini is by Voldemort's side, and the only thing left is the gold cup." Richfar stared at Hera,

Hera nodded and rubbed the parchment with her fingers, "That's right, Bellatrix is ​​the breakthrough point. If you see her, use the stun spell to see if you can find out the whereabouts of the Horcrux."

"My lord, there shouldn't be many places where Horcruxes can be hidden, right?"

"Of course, she will definitely keep it well." Hera replied puzzled, "And according to Bellatrix's character, even if Voldemort gave her a broken slipper, she would treasure it well."

"Then we are in the Ministry of Magic now, and we can investigate Bellatrix's vault and the Lestrange family's mansion according to the law," Richfar said.

"Do we have enough manpower to start a big battle?" Hera asked rhetorically. "We are likely to face the counterattack of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. If we are not careful, we will lose everything. What if we find the right whereabouts of the Horcruxes, but we don't have enough manpower to fight against the Death Eaters?"

"That's a problem," Richfa said, nodding. "Maybe we can start with the vault first."

"But the goblins have never been willing to cooperate with us, and they even secretly turned to Voldemort." Richfar said with a headache.

Hera smiled, "Why should the wizard's money be handed over to the goblin for safekeeping? I have never believed in goblins."

"It's impossible. If they don't find something to do, they want to rebel, so we can only hand over financial power to them," Richfa said.

"Wait, I thought of a way," Hera said suddenly, "There must be Bellatrix's hair in Azkaban, right?"

"You mean—what a brilliant idea you have!"

(End of this chapter)