Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 22 I have fully explained, Sir!

Dumbledore seemed to let himself go to him after dinner, right?

It seems that there is such a thing.
Then what should I say?

be honest?

Just tell him Quirrell has Voldemort on the back of his head?
Will Dumbledore trust himself?

Why don't you wait a little longer and fill up Harry's favorability before telling Dumbledore?

Quirrell, say something~!

Give me an idea!
Hera winked wildly at Quirrell, but Quirrell sat upright, pretending that he didn't see Hera's eyes at all.

"Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said a little louder.

The smiles of Hera and the other faculty members in the guest seat froze instantly.

That damn. Never in tune. Freewheeling school song?

Although we all know that he has contract magic, but...can't we compose a song for it?

Hera turned her head and glanced at the professors beside her, and then took advantage of their inattention and directly shoveled.
Uh, one with closed ears to listen.

Then he quickly read the lyrics floating in mid-air at the speed of reciting the text, fearing that he would forget it in the next second.

It wasn't until Dumbledore sat down that Hera waved her hand and touched the spell on her ear.

The students of the four colleges followed their prefects back to their respective lounges. Several professors next to them greeted Hera and left in a hurry. They had to check the content of tomorrow's class again.

Only Snape snorted coldly at Dumbledore, then turned and left without even looking at Hera.

The billowing cloak was like a black wave, but Hera thought it more like Snape's greasy hair.

Only Dumbledore and Hera were left in the hall, and Hera was also a little nervous. She leaned back on her chair and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Professor Snape? Has his cauldron exploded? Why is his temper so bad? Are you in a hurry?"

"Oh, you know, Snape's temper has never been very good." Dumbledore blinked, "Hera, it's really a pleasure to meet you at Hogwarts. I have already promised Quirinus before, so I can only reluctantly refuse you."

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore, please don't say that. Quirinus and I are good friends. After learning that it is Quirinus, I am also sincerely happy for him." Hera said humbly.

Anyway, most of the salary was given to me, and that guy Quirrell only got a fraction of 20 Galleons. Of course, I was sincerely happy!
"Hera, I think you have something to say to me?" Dumbledore said with a smile as his blue pupils shone with wisdom.

"Uh, is there?" Hera was stunned for a moment, did Dumbledore discover something?

"do not have it?"

"Yes! I have a lot to say to you." Hera nodded, Dumbledore's meaning was obvious!

It's 'I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel! ', dare you say it?

Can't two people just keep 'is there? ''There's none? 'Seven hours, so repeatedly, right?
This is not some kind of performance art. Dumbledore will also be able to 'Avada' if he is in a hurry.

"Then you might as well go and put this cute little guy back in the room. I'll wait for you in the principal's office. The password is jelly slug." Dumbledore got up and walked towards the stairs.

Hera froze on the password, jelly slug?

Isn't that just a slug?

Dumbledore playing disgusting here?

Come on, say it all yourself, and disgust him, let him see what kind of person the 'chosen' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is!

Hurt each other!
Who wouldn't?

Hera didn't bother to send Gallon back to the room, and just followed Dumbledore who hadn't completely disappeared from sight.

After dinner, the principal indoors.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, and looked at Hera with a look of astonishment, that expression was like saying "What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?"

"Professor, please believe me, I really saw the Dark Lord on the back of Quirrell's head." Hera emphasized again.

I have to say, looking at Dumbledore's expression, it's really cool!

Old fox, do you sometimes look away?
Let you choose the guy Quirinus, hum!
"Oh, Hera, it's not that I don't believe you." Dumbledore sighed heavily, "This news is really shocking, I need some time."

Hera picked up the snacks on the table and ate them. He knew that Dumbledore needed time to accept this fact.

Garen was randomly placed on the ground by him, and he got into trouble with that phoenix without paying attention.

From time to time, it stretched out its paws and pulled the Phoenix.

But even if Hera saw it, she would only feel relieved in her heart, "Yes, that's it, Garen! Tear off a few tail feathers! I'll give you another meal after selling it!"

But Wei Yu didn't get it, and the little fireball ate several, and Garen's body was white and black.

"Hera." Dumbledore said, "To be honest, I was worried that Voldemort would invade Hogwarts to take the Sorcerer's Stone, but he was possessed by Quirinus. Maybe we should carefully consider how to separate Voldemort from him."

"Yeah." Hera nodded. Quirrell can't die. If he is dead, who can he ask for his Garen?

"I'm glad you can tell me these things, Hera, your talent really exceeds my imagination. Sure enough, my judgment was not wrong."

Hera curled her lips secretly. He didn't believe Dumbledore's words. Can this nonsense be believed?

If you really think Hera is powerful, why didn't you want Hera to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts before?

"Oh, Hera, the night is so beautiful tonight." Dumbledore leaned back and spoke these words slowly.

Obviously, Dumbledore was not confessing his love.

He just thought it was time for Hera to leave.

Hera obviously understood what Dumbledore meant, nodded and said: "It's getting late, I'm leaving first, it was a pleasure chatting with you, I hope these trivial information of mine can help you."

With Dumbledore's nod of approval, Hera picked up Garen, who was having a 'hi' with Phoenix, and left the principal's room directly.

"Hera, protect yourself." Dumbledore hid in the shadows, unable to see his expression clearly.

Hera smiled back and nodded emphatically, "Professor, don't worry."

Leaving the principal's office, Hera let out a long sigh of relief. Sure enough, the White Demon King is not easy to fool, and I don't know how much he believes.

In any case, at least he was on Dumbledore's side.

At this time, only the grass on the wall can survive, and Hera doesn't want the followers of the Dark Lord or the White Lord to die.

Isn't it good to make a fortune in silence?

Just where is my bedroom?

(End of this chapter)