Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 75 I Really Didn't Do It On Purpose

Hera checked the contents of the letter again, confirmed that there were no omissions, and snapped her fingers casually, asking Cowper to send the letter to the owl shack for posting.

Lying on the chair, Hera looked like a salted fish, as expected, there was a way to do everything without spending money.

It's just a little troublesome.

I believe that idiot Lockhart will be very excited to give himself a copy of his 'books' after being touted by him all the time, right?
After all, no matter how you look at it, you have perfectly disguised yourself as his fan.

Hera went to bed early, preparing to give herself a good night's sleep before school started, but suddenly there was a knock on the office door.

"Huh?" Hera got up from the bed and opened the door with a little surprise.

"Hermione?" He stretched out her head, looking at the brown ball in front of the door in surprise.

Hermione put on a serious face and said very seriously, "Professor, I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, she couldn't react to Hera, and got in directly along the crack of the door.

"Uh, Hermione." Hera clutched her lower body in embarrassment, a little embarrassed. After Hermione saw Hera and Hera clearly through the light in the room, her little face flushed with shame, and she turned her head and didn't dare to look at Hera.

"Ahem, isn't it too late?" Hera quickly walked behind the desk, using the table to block herself. "I was going to sleep."

"Professor, Harry is now wandering around the school every night, and he has also met a mirror that can show his desire—" Hermione said with concern, obviously Harry's abnormality had made her temporarily forget her anger towards Hera.

"Mirror of Erised." He stretched his hands on Hermione's hair and said warmly.

"Yes, it's the Mirror of Erised, that's what Professor Dumbledore said." Hermione looked helpless, as if she was angry with Harry.

"What the Mirror of Erised allows us to see is only the deepest and strongest desire in our hearts. The mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People will just spend their days in front of it, obsessed with what they see, and even driven crazy, because they don't know whether everything in the mirror is real and possible." Hera patiently explained for Hermione.

Obviously, the purpose of Hermione's trip is the mirror.

What for a partner?
Hera didn't believe this kind of nonsense.

In other words, Slytherin would not believe such a lame reason.

Except stupid Gryffindors.
"Well, I know." Hermione nodded, and then asked, "So, who is Nico Flamel?"

Hera rubbed her eyes, and looked at Hermione helplessly. Nick Flamel is such a famous wizard, they haven't found out yet?

"Don't try to lie to me, I know, you must know." Hermione's eyes were fixed on Hera, her tone was very firm.

Hera actually felt that he was facing Professor McGonagall.

This must be an illusion.

In front of him was just a little wizard who barely reached his waist.

How could there be an aura like Professor McGonagall?
With her palms on the table, Hera sighed, and said slowly, "Actually, I do know who Nick Flamel is. I even forgot about Christmas when I was studying with him for two weeks. But—"

Hermione was so excited that she almost jumped up, but after hearing the 'but' from Hera's mouth, she sank down again.

"But... you're not going to tell me, are you?"

"Yes, I won't tell you. You are interfering in things that have nothing to do with you. It is very dangerous. Forget Lu Wei, forget Nicole Flamel, forget the Philosopher's Stone—" Hera said halfway, her pupils suddenly became exaggerated.

"Aha!" laughed Hermione, "So the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor, isn't it?"

Hera pursed her lips, just wanting to slap herself.

How can I be like that idiot Hagrid?
This kind of thing can also be said casually!
Hera's hand crept under the desk, holding his wand tightly, and was about to throw Hermione an Oblivion Curse directly.

Look, the problems are easy to solve, as long as the questioner is killed, it will be solved naturally!
Only Hera's attention was attracted by the portraits hanging on the wall.

Phineas Black, his great-great-great-grandfather, put his finger to his mouth in a hissing motion.

He was naturally Dumbledore's man, and Dumbledore's intention was obviously to let the three little wizards go to the mechanism on the fourth floor to take the opportunity to exercise Harry.

Naturally, Hera has no complaints!
"Professor Hera, I know you are the best!" Hermione jumped up and kissed Hera on the cheek lightly.

"Well, don't thank me." Hera lowered her head, quite self-blaming, which seemed to deviate from the trajectory she originally imagined.

After Hera sent Hermione away, lying on the bed, she felt that everything seemed to be proceeding according to Dumbledore's plan. It seemed that everything she had done had just fallen into his expectation, and everything seemed to be under his control.

The days that followed were quite uneventful. Compared to Hera's worries, both Dumbledore and Voldemort seemed to be extraordinarily peaceful.

It was suffocatingly quiet.

As for Harry and the others, they didn't rush to the corridor on the fourth floor, but what made Hera feel strange—every time Harry met Quirrell, he gave him an encouraging smile, and even his little Weasley follower began to persuade people to stop laughing at Quirrell's stuttering.

This made Hera quite puzzled. Could it be that Harry and the others wanted Voldemort to make a comeback?
Impossible, should be impossible.

Had Harry forgotten the lightning-shaped scar on his head?

Time came to the Eastern New Year in a blink of an eye, but for Hera and others, Christmas was their New Year, and the Eastern New Year was just a simple day on the calendar.

Today, Quirrell finds Hera again.

"Hera, you go to contain Snape, I'm going to the Forbidden Forest." Quirrell pursed his lips tightly, looking paler and thinner than before, but he didn't look completely collapsed.

It's just that the feeling he gave Hera was more like facing Voldemort.

Hera nodded sadly and agreed, Quirrell has been completely reduced to Voldemort's slave at this moment! ?
Completely lost control over the body.

Hera could clearly see Quirrell's yellow vertical pupils, which were as cold as a poisonous snake.

But just for a moment, it changed back to his original light gray eyes.

"Okay, then you go to Snape's office later, and you must hold him back. I need at least two hours." Quirrell nodded, put on his hood and left swiftly.

(End of this chapter)