Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 9 Surviving a Catastrophe?He deserves death!
"We're best friends. I just fell asleep accidentally. You see, I'm so anxious that I don't even have time to put on my shoes."

"Okay, let's go in and talk about it." Quirrell tightened his cloak and quickly entered the room.

Hera smiled and closed the door.

Quirrell sat on the chair, thought for a while, and his calm and restrained face showed the timid and helpless look before.

"Uh" Hera witnessed Quirrell's face changing throughout the whole process, and then realized that Quirrell's state was different.

"Hera. As you know, I will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester." Quirrell stammered, seeming to have no confidence.

"So. Do you feel that you are not capable enough and want to abdicate?" Hera interrupted Quirrell again unceremoniously.

In his opinion, Quirrell's state is simply not suitable for teaching at Hogwarts, and only a powerful and handsome wizard like himself can be competent.

"Don't worry, I will tell you about Professor Dumbledore, you should go to your Albania to collect first-hand materials with peace of mind!"

Hera was just short of kissing Quirrell's ugly face, and Quirrell pursed his lips and his temples bulged.

If it wasn't for the Dark Lord's order, Quirrell really wanted to give Hera an 'Avada gnawing a big melon'.

I will endure!

"No, Hera, you misunderstood. I hope you can be my teaching assistant when I teach. I'm a little worried."

Quirrell's look of wanting to curse, but trying to endure it is really funny.

"Oh? We are best friends. This matter is really difficult for me." Hera sighed, as if this breath directly took away his spirit.

"Then you." Quirrell said anxiously, this is the task entrusted to him by the Lord Dark Lord, if he fails to complete it, he will definitely be disappointed again.

"That's why I have to pay more!" Hera raised her head and showed a smile. Bargaining is obviously not something that Quirrell is good at, and this trick of playing hard to get Hera is just right.

"Ok?"

Sure enough, it was just right, Quirrell was stunned.

"Then how much salary do you want?" Quirrell finally came to his senses, and said falteringly, but there was a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

Dumbledore's old fox-like smile appeared on the corner of Hera's mouth, knowing that Quirrell had been decided by him, and he had reached the stage of asking for prices.

"I heard that a professor's monthly salary is 120 Galleons. If it's a teaching assistant, I can help you with most of the work. It's not too much to charge you 100 Galleons!?"

"No, no." Quirrell blushed, pointing his finger at Hera's face, unable to speak for a while because of his anger.

"Okay, okay, then we have a happy cooperation." Hera smiled, holding Quirrell's finger pointing at her with both hands, and snapped it back for him abruptly.

"shameless!"

Quirrell finally choked out these words, gasping for breath as if he had run a 1000-meter physical test for college students.

"What?" Hera dug her ears, pretending she didn't hear what Quirrell said, she pulled Quirrell up from the chair and pushed him out.

Quirrell looked at the closed door at the door and took a sip.

"Dirty fellow!"

As for Hera who 'sent' Quilo out, she swooped onto the bed excitedly, put her arms around Gallon who was squatting proudly on the pillow, and shouted excitedly:

"Yay! Our economic crisis is over! You don't have to worry about your cat food! I can finally buy two new capes too!"

Garen struggled to get out of Hera's rude embrace, but he gave up after trying twice, looking at his 'slave' indifferently.

human beings!Fall under the beauty of my Garen!You superficial biped!

Time passed day by day, and in a flash, Hera had been housed in the Leaky Cauldron for a month.

Hera and Quirrell were sitting at the bar with a glass of Butterbeer in front of them, and a sandwich in front of Quirrell.

"Hera, have you Wen. read "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide"?" Quirrell took a sip of butter beer, and the stuttering words became more fragmented, which made Hera's brain hurt for a while.

"I didn't read it, I didn't read it, and I didn't read it no matter how many times I asked." Hera crossed her legs and looked at the passing witch with interest, completely impatient with Quirrell.

Listening to what he said would make me exhausted, but Quirrell still enjoys it so much, I really don't understand Quirrell.

The Leaky Cauldron is the hub of London's wizarding and Muggle worlds, and the traffic there is quite large.

But it's a pity that Hera hasn't discovered the witch who is young and beautiful enough to be worthy of her.

But people, you can't give up just because you haven't encountered it. If you don't maintain an eye that is good at discovering beauty, how can you find the beauty in life?

"This elder sister is not bad either. Is her son next to her? Are they all this old?"

The twittering in the tavern stopped suddenly, and a burly man walked in. His face was almost completely covered by the unkempt long hair and thick tangled beard, but his black beetle-like eyes could still be seen shining under the hair.

The wizards in the bar seemed to know the giant, smiling and waving at him.

Hera also got up and walked towards the giant, stretched out her hand and patted the giant's shoulder and stomach, "Long time no see, Hagrid, how are you doing? What happened to the 'cute' I brought you earlier?"

"Oh, Hera, I'm so glad to see you. Buckbeak can already fly. You don't even know how important a moment you missed. Buckbeak misses you very much. He often looks up at the sky. You are too cruel to him."

Hagrid couldn't stop chatting once, which really made Hera a little annoyed. She glanced around, but saw a head poking out of Hagrid's thick hair.

Hagrid really couldn't suppress his nature! ?

Started collecting heads?It seems that it has been cleaned up, and it is well maintained!
Then the man blinked his eyes several times, which startled Hera a lot.

"Uh, sorry, Hera, I can't say any more, I'm doing some work for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted Hera on the shoulder with his giant palm, almost pinning Hera to the ground.

"My God!" Old Tom, who was already picking up the cup to prepare a drink for Hagrid, slipped his hand, and the cup fell directly to the ground.

"This is this."

The Leaky Cauldron was silent for a while.

"Oh!" whispered old Tom. "Harry Potter. It's an honor."

Facing Old Tom who was excited like a irascible groundhog, Hera silently stepped aside, Harry Potter?

It seems that this child caused me to suffer so much now! ?
　Is it okay to update one day at a time?

　　The new book period is too fast and the book will be sold out, everyone understands how to cut it?
　　By the way, the recommendation ticket expires if you don’t use it, so throw it over and kill me!

　　


(End of this chapter)