Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 471 Death Eaters Siege Harry Potter

"It seems that our thoughts should be the same." Hera nodded and said.Everything is not so incomprehensible, just find a trustworthy person to use Polyjuice Potion to disguise Bellatrix's appearance, and then she can enter her private vault.

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Bellatrix: "My mother's face is the best pass, who dares to hinder myself?"

It's an absolutely seamless plan, just making sure there's Bellatrix's hair in Azkaban is enough.However, this is almost at your fingertips. Bellatrix spent a full 14 years in Azkaban. Hera only needs to find a few long hairs-of course, it may be Rodolphus or someone else's long hair.

After all, Azkaban doesn't care about the image of the prisoners.

"But Azkaban is now under the control of Voldemort, my lord." Richfar said with some headaches, "Since the death of 'Hera', the dementors have led to Voldemort. Now we can't enter Azkaban. It has become a paradise for dementors, and everyone who gets close will be kissed by them."

"This may be a problem, but I believe there will be a solution." Hera rubbed his head and said, which made his heart that had just raised his interest fall to the bottom again.

Richfa thought for a while, and said: "My lord, this is not very difficult. I want to find ten wizards who can use the Invoke God Protection Curse, and form a sharp knife squad, which is enough to break into Azkaban. After all, our task is not to eliminate Azkaban."

"But they are always a hidden danger. If we want to completely control the Ministry of Magic, then we can't let the Ministry of Magic go. We can't lock all the prisoners in the interrogation room. It's almost full." Richfar raised another question.

Hera nodded and said softly, "I don't think this is a problem. We have a stronger and stronger prison."

"You mean—Fort Nurmengard?"

"That's right, wouldn't it be too lonely to have a splendid building only used to imprison Grindelwald?" Hera smiled, "And, isn't the original intention of Nurmengard Castle built to imprison those who resist us?"

"Your idea is so—just right!" Richfa tried hard to find a word to praise Hera, but in the end he could only choke out such a word.

Hera didn't respond. He just rummaged through his pockets for materials suitable for making portkeys. It was a short journey from London to Austria. Not all wizards could use long-distance apparition perfectly. Hera had to make quite a batch of portkeys for them to use.

But at the same time, at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, more than ten kilometers away, Harry and the others finished their breakfast in silence.The sadness that had been hanging over them since Hera's death seemed to feel different now.

Harry looked up at the dim ceiling, the cobwebbed chandelier.Less than 24 hours ago, they were enjoying the sunshine at the Weasley Burrow.

Everything seems to be eternity.

What will happen now?They sat quietly in the living room, not knowing what to do next.

"Godric's Hollow, without a doubt, we must go to Godric's Hollow," Harry said loudly, "We must go to Godric's Hollow."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and they didn't refute anymore. It was obviously unrealistic not to let Harry go to Godric's Hollow, and Harry was determined.

In fact, they are also full of curiosity about Hera and Dumbledore, which also makes them full of confusion about the future.

In Harry's heart, he was still interested in Bathilda mentioned by his mother in the letter.

"Bathilda Bagshot, wrote—"

"A History of Magic," Hermione said, looking interested. "Maybe you're right. She's a great expert on the history of magic. I think they can give us a lot of help, about Horcruxes or other useful clues."

"She's alive," said Harry, "and lives in Godric's Hollow. We lived in Godric's Hollow when I was a kid. She's supposed to be our neighbour. She must know Dumbledore. It'd be fun to talk to her, wouldn't it?"

There was too much knowingness in Hermione's smile.This made Harry feel very uncomfortable.He carefully put the stationery and photos he found upstairs into his pocket, near his chest.Try to avoid eye contact with Hermione and reveal your thoughts.

As for Ron, he agreed with all his heart. He was never ambiguous about his friends, especially Harry.

"I understand why you want to talk to her about your parents, and about Dumbledore," Hermione said with a sigh. "I also want to learn about Slytherin from her. If what he said is true, then he must leave a mark in history, right? Then Bathilda Bagshot must know something."

"Honestly, it doesn't do much to help us find the Horcruxes, does it?" Ron whispered, trying not to piss off Hermione, they were sorry enough for her.

In order to fight Voldemort and prevent her family from being involved, Hermione used the Oblivion Curse on her parents, making them forget their existence, and making them leave England and go to the United States to make a living.

Of course, this couldn’t escape Hera’s eyes. He had noticed early on that Hermione’s parents, like Harry’s uncle and aunt, were sent to the same state of New Jersey as Penello, and were protected by the saints together—in the United States, Grindelwald had a fairly objective number of followers, but most of them could not leave the United States. Their families, children, and all their relatives were in the United States.

Otherwise, Hera would never be as timid as she is now when facing Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

But it is not without good news. The saints are usurping the power of the Magic Council of the United States. Once successful, they will be able to counterattack Britain from the United States.

All reactionary forces are paper tigers in the face of absolute power.

"Not only that," said Harry, who looked up a little in front of his companions, "I wanted to know the truth about Dumbledore, his death—"

"You can't trust the words of a Death Eater like Bella Trunks," Hermione said. "Of course, I think it's absolutely impossible for Hera to do such a thing. Even if he killed Dumbledore, there must be a reason."

"The reason? Are you saying that Dumbledore asked Hera to kill him?" Ron said in surprise, he only felt that the woman in front of him was crazy.

"This possibility is not ruled out." Hermione said, hugging her shoulders, "I believe in Hera, and I will always believe it."

Harry turned his head and looked away, trying not to reveal the annoyance in his heart, and it was like this again: choose to believe Hera, the truth he knows, why has no one believed him firmly?
There have been such people.

Suddenly, Harry realized that the one who always believed in him, never doubted him, and always stood by his side was Hera!

But he killed Dumbledore, and he was killed.

Another cloud of gloom clouded Harry's mind.

"Go downstairs." Hermione said after a moment of silence, "Let's go to the kitchen and see how long there is enough food here."

And at the moment Hera is making portkeys in the minister's office
"We'd better receive some good news, such as Mr. Slytherin defeating Voldemort." Ron muttered, "Maybe we don't have to take risks, and Mom doesn't have to worry about us, and we can go back to school."

They have been correcting the time in Grimmauld Square for two days. They have been hiding in the safe house, but the good news did not wait. Instead, two people wearing cloaks appeared on the square outside Gate 12 and stayed until night, staring at the house they could not see.

"Their eyes are almost glued on," Ron grumbled.

"This proves that the Fidelity Charm is working," said Hermione. "Maybe Hera isn't really dead. Penello told me that Hera and she cast the Fidelity Charm on this house."

"Maybe it's because Penelope isn't dead yet," said Harry.

Hermione quickly retorted, "But once the Secret Keeper dies, everything will be exposed to everyone's sight. Maybe Hera didn't die."

"Maybe he's really a Slytherin Horcrux." Ron muttered in a low voice, but everyone heard it clearly, which made Hermione's face pale a lot.

"He won't be a Horcrux, he's a living person." Hermione said stiffly.

"Well, we should be more concerned about those two wizards outside the door right now, shouldn't we?" Harry said, "They'll find a way in sooner or later, and we'd better get off to Godric's Hollow as soon as possible. Don't wait for the unrealistic good news, Ron."

Ron's face was flushed, and he had to admit that he was neither as brave as Harry, nor as smart as Hermione, he was just an ordinary kid, maybe for the sake of friendship, he was willing to risk his life.But he was by no means a fearless man like Harry.

Maybe he will transform, but definitely not now.

He is not enough now.

Far from enough.

"There must be Death Eaters out there," said Hermione, peering out through the living room window. "How do they know we're here?"

"I don't think so," said Harry, but he had a bad guess. "If he knew, Snape would have been sent to get us, wouldn't he?"

And his worse guess: Death Eaters had attacked the Burrow, but found no sign of him.

This is definitely not good news, and Harry doesn't want to pass the panic on to Ron.It would make him drop everything and rush home.If what Harry was thinking was true, then everything had failed completely.

They were exposed to Voldemort, and they would lose everything.

The Death Eaters outside added to the ominous atmosphere in House 12.They hadn't heard from anyone in Grimmauld Place except the Daily Prophet, which was perhaps one of the most amazing things in the wizarding world: the Fidelity Charm worked on wizards but not on owls and house-elves.

But maybe it was the owl that exposed them, which made more and more Death Eaters gathered at the door. There were already five Death Eaters at the door. Fortunately, they could not break into No. 12 Grimmauld Place. It seemed safe for the time being, but there was not much food in the house.

The Death Eaters were obviously waiting for Harry to show up, and they knew that Harry was most likely here.

"We'll have to figure something out," said Hermione. "There's probably only enough food in the kitchen for the day."

"We can ask Slytherin for help." Ron suggested, because Hera saved the relationship between his two brothers, which made him trust Hera very much.

This has to be said to be a bit ironic. Before that, Ron was probably the one who had the most general relationship with Hera: because of Percy's incident, the children of the Weasley family were not so friendly to Hera.

Although Arthur and Molly knew it was not Hera's fault, they even had a good relationship afterwards.

"We can't just ask others for anything." Harry didn't want to ask Slytherin for help. When he saw him, he reminded Harry of Hera, his good friend who was also a teacher and friend, and also the murderer who killed Dumbledore.

Probably the Death Eaters wandering outside brought them great psychological pressure, and they quickly broke up, and almost everyone couldn't stand this kind of bickering.

Harry slipped quietly out of the inner room and down the stairs toward the kitchen.He didn't want to be bickering with Hermione and Ron, it would just drain their positive emotions.

But suddenly there was a knock at the front door, followed by the loud sound of a metal machine and a rattle like a chain.

Every nerve in Harry's body tensed, he drew his wand, and waited in the shadows next to the elf heads.The door opened, and he glimpsed the streetlit square outside, and a cloaked figure flashed into the hall and closed the door.The visitor took a step forward, and a gray figure rose from the end of the hall and rushed towards him, holding up his withered hands.

"I didn't kill you, Albus," said a calm voice.

The curse was lifted, and the earthy gray figure exploded again, filled with dust, making it impossible to see who was coming.

Harry pointed his wand at the center of the dust.

"Don't move!"

Ron and Hermione rushed downstairs, wands raised like Harry's, aimed at the intruder, who was now standing in the downstairs hall with his hands up.

"Don't fire, it's me, Remus!"

"Oh, thank goodness," said Hermione weakly, and turned her wand towards Mrs. Black, and the curtains closed with a bang, and the room fell silent.Ron lowered his wand too, but Harry didn't.

"Prove it!" he shouted.

Lupine stepped into the light, still holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"I am Remus John Lupine, a werewolf, sometimes called Moonface, one of the four authors of the Marauder's Map, and my wife is Nymphadora, usually called Tonks. I taught you how to Call out the Patronus, Harry, it's a stag."

"Oh, yes," said Harry, lowering his wand, "but I have to check, don't I?"

"As your former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I completely agree with the need to check. Ron, Hermione, you shouldn't let your guard down so quickly."

(End of this chapter)