Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 40 The Double Agent
As for the picture seen by the Mirror of Erised before, Hera clearly knew that it was what she wanted, but now her ability was not enough to realize it.

Live first!

This is Hera's goal.

Quirrell left, and he left with the Dark Lord in the back of his head.

Where he went, Hera didn't know. Anyway, Hogwarts has so many rooms and secret rooms, even Professor Dumbledore can't know all of them. There must still be places where Quirrell can make small moves.

After waiting quietly for about ten minutes, Hera put a disillusionment spell on herself, and gently pushed open the door.

God knows if Quirrell will just hide in the corridor and spy secretly, it is always right to be careful.

Hera walked briskly towards the principal's office.

When he arrived, Dumbledore hadn't rested yet, standing in front of Noda's French windows, looking at the night-shrouded castle outside, not knowing what to think.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Dumbledore turned around and said apologetically, "You know, people tend to get sentimental when they get old."

Dumbledore's face was sad, and Hera didn't need to think too much to know that Dumbledore must have also noticed the cursed 'smell' of Quirrell.

"Professor Dumbledore, Quirinus and the Dark Lord have come to look for me." Hera pulled up a chair, pretending to tease Fox easily.

After experiencing Nirvana, it now drags a long golden tail, and its whole body is golden, as if cast from a large piece of gold Galleon.

Hera picked up the candy on Dumbledore's table and handed it to Fawkes, but what he got in exchange was only a white eye, and then he jumped twice, turned around and pointed his butt at Hera.

"Hera, Fawkes is a phoenix." Dumbledore rubbed his temples. Doesn't Hera let him worry at all?
"Ah? I know!" Hera tilted her head in surprise, holding that lump of snacks in her hand.

Fox is a phoenix, who in the magic world doesn't know?

Dumbledore put his hands on the table and shouted, "Phoenixes only eat herbs! They don't eat jelly slugs!"

"Oh" Hera nodded, her arms stiffened suddenly, saying so.
Is this a jelly slug in my hand? ? ?
That disgusting 'snack'?
With a flick of her hand, Hera threw the jelly slug out the open window.

"Clean up!"

"Clean up!"

"."

After throwing at herself a dozen times in a row to clean up and make sure that there were no jelly slugs left on her hands, Hera sat down under Dumbledore's disgusted eyes.

"Hera, you look like this. It hurts my old man's heart." Dumbledore's eyes were somewhat resentful, like old glass.

"." Hera shoved the wand back into the pocket of the cloak with embarrassment, rolling her eyes, she had something important to do before, right? ?
"By the way, Professor, Quirrell is going to hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest to replenish the strength of the Dark Lord." Hera said solemnly.

Dumbledore sighed, and he seemed to have aged a lot.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was old enough to not be too obvious.

"From the moment he stepped into the Hogwarts grounds, Fox became restless. I was still wondering what kind of evil it was, but the moment I saw Quirinus, I knew it. Now he has become an unscrupulous person. The kind and loving Quirinus before is no longer there."

Dumbledore bowed his head slightly, buried in his silver hair and beard.

"Is there no chance?" Hera was sad, he understood what Dumbledore meant, if there was still a chance to strip Voldemort from Quirrell before, but the current situation...
What if it is stripped off?

Quirinus has become like this.

Dumbledore said nothing, just faced Hera silently, not even daring to touch his eyes.

"Dumbledore, this is entirely your responsibility, you could have separated Quirrell and Voldemort!" Hera slammed her hands heavily on the table, making a loud noise, and roared at the greatest wizard in the magic world in front of her.

Dumbledore got up and stood in front of the window, overlooking Hogwarts Castle shrouded in night, and Hogsmeade in the distance.

An old voice sounded, and there was an indescribable loneliness inside.

"Maybe I was really wrong."

"Hmph! Professor Dumbledore, you are really ashamed of your trust in me!" Hera sympathized with Quirrell in her heart.

Quirinus, he was just too cowardly, he was only bewitched by the Dark Lord when he was weak, he could have returned to a normal life!
But all of this happened under Dumbledore's nose.

He can obviously stop
He even gave Quirrell a chance to go out, and even Hera had no chance to stop Quirrell from drinking the blood of the unicorn.

All of this was entirely Dumbledore's fault.

"Hera, I'm not omnipotent. I'm just an old man. It's impossible to take care of everything." Dumbledore said with a sigh and blamed himself.

"But what else is more important than Voldemort? This is the Dark Lord!" Excited, Hera completely forgot the fear of Voldemort, and called Voldemort's name.

At an angle he didn't notice, Dumbledore's pupils flickered.

"Saints." Dumbledore said slowly, "It's saints. Nurmengard's guard told me that in recent weeks, many strange faces have been found nearby."

"Saint. That's not Gellert Grindelwald's." Hera frowned tightly. He had dealt with the saint before, he was generous and secretive.

Although Grindelwald has been in Nurmengard for 46 years, the group of saints who followed him have long since aged, but the saints under his command are still operating normally, constantly trying to rescue Grindelwald from prison.

Hera once tricked a young saint, a witch in her twenties, who blew up an old wardrobe in a Muggle's house into a 'damaged disappearing cabinet', and sold it to her for 200 Galleons.

Cough cough, now is not the time to think about this!
Hera pushed the messy thoughts out of her head, and quietly waited for Professor Dumbledore's next words.

"Oh, yes, Grindelwald's subordinate." Professor Dumbledore's expression was a little lonely, and he seemed to be quite emotional when he mentioned the defeated general.

"For so many years, the saints have never been idle. Is it normal for them to go to Nurmengard?" Hera curled her lips. When did the saints stop?

As far as the smuggling business I did before, the saints often patronize, and even many people have applied for membership cards with Hera.
It's just that Hera ran away with the membership fee
(End of this chapter)