Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 1 I used to just want to be a simple professor

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lestrange, I think your talents can be developed in a better place." Dumbledore's face was buried in his long white beard, and Hera couldn't see his expression clearly at all.

Yes, I can't see it at all, even only his back can be seen.

This is the second time that Dumbledore has rejected Hera's application for admission.

Obviously, all this is not so reasonable. After all, as an excellent graduate of OWLS full E, no matter how I look at it, it is more than enough to be a teacher (mixer) and professor (child)!

Ahem, but you still can't be too arrogant, the most important thing to be a human being is to keep a low profile.

Hera curled her lips helplessly at Dumbledore's back. Last year, she dismissed herself on the grounds that she was not capable enough, but this year she didn't even have a reason?
Just say I'm not suitable?
Are you going to let me try it for a year?

Anyway, I just find someone to deal with it every year. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts has always been a watery class. The students don't take him seriously, and the professors don't take him seriously. Anyway, no one has done it for a full year.

Hera stood there, looking at Dumbledore's broad back, and fell into silence. Could it be that the most powerful wizard in the world, the White Demon King called by the Ministry of Magic, didn't even give himself a chance to make a living?
Hera didn't care about the passing of time. Anyway, I was an idler. It would be good to stay a little longer for dinner. Anyway, I haven't got my dinner yet. If I had dinner at Hogwarts and tightened my belt, my belongings should be enough for me to eat for a few days.

But there is nothing to do after eating, and now I can only rely on the success of my job search at Hogwarts, otherwise I will really go to Romania to train dragons!
After a long silence, Dumbledore finally spoke out, he let out a long sigh, and then glanced casually at Phineas Nigellus Black in the portrait.

"Okay, Phineas, don't wink at me anymore, you know, this is impossible."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore finally turned around and came back, looking at Hera with a little apology, but there was not much apology in his tone, just a cold notice.

"Mr. Lestrange, I'm sorry, we already have a suitable candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts for the new year, and I have no way to refuse the new professor I have contacted over there."

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Dumbledore. Phineas, please don't be too difficult. I believe that Professor Dumbledore must have his plans." Hera blinked at the great-great-great-great-grandfather in the portrait, pretending to be relaxed, and added a sentence at the end.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, if I remember correctly tonight, it should be the award ceremony of the Academy Cup!? I don't know if I can have the opportunity to witness the scene of Slytherin's sixth consecutive championship. I believe it must be a very unforgettable scene."

Dumbledore's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't say much, just nodded lightly.

"Okay, then I won't bother you." Hera saw that her dinner was settled, and left the principal's office with ease.

Looking at Hera's back, Phineas in the portrait wanted to run away, but Dumbledore stopped him just after running away for two or three photo frames.

"Phineas"

"Ah? Albus? What's the matter? I even made an appointment to play chess with someone else, oops, I should go anyway, or I'll go to the appointment first." Phineas pretended to look down at his watch, anxiously trying to run away.

"Phineas, you know about that. You saw Quirinas when he came back. Although we don't know what happened to him, we can't let it go."

Dumbledore squatted in front of the cupboard, rummaged inside for a long time, and took out a Pensieve from it. The Elder Wand rested on his temple and kept pulling out white memories and putting them into the Pensieve.
Going back to the dark underground Slytherin lounge according to memory, Hera looked at the familiar figure on the portrait, walked aside silently, and had no intention of going in.

go in! ?
It is impossible to get in after graduation. After all, I don’t know the password. That thing is changed every two weeks. Who knows what it is now, but it was [Glory] back then, and I don’t know what it is now.

But Hera's chest was already hungry, so where would she have the mind to play charades with the portrait?
Why not go in with the students after class!

However, Hera sat on the stairs, and she still caught a cold after a long time, and her butt felt itchy.

Damn Salazar Slytherin, why did you put the house common room in the basement! ?
Don't you know that a depressive environment can easily lead to depression in people's hearts, and even anti-social personality?
Look at Gryffindor, they live at the top of the tower, with a good view, fresh air, or a big high-rise, who would be depressed living there?
It's no wonder that Slytherin has caused the most troubles these years. Those who wear 'fireworks' everywhere and engage in anti-social terrorists are basically from Slytherin. Look at those Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw Death Eaters, when did they do those things with their own hands! ?

But these are not what Hera is worried about. Anyway, one person can feed the whole family without worrying about it, and she has no idea of ​​helping the community. Saving the world or destroying the world should be left to those who don’t worry about food and drink. I still have to think about my next meal.

Hull patted his butt, got up and walked up. He had heard about the entrance to the kitchen when he was in school, but he had never been hungry before, and he had never thought about it.

But now that he has graduated and started to make money by himself (crossed out), eating is obviously a big expense. If one or two house-elves can be cheated away from Hogwarts, there is probably no need to worry about eating in the future.

However, Hera was obviously a bit too nerdy when she was in school, so she wandered around and came to the door of the Gryffindor lounge.

Don't ask how Hera knew it, it was all from the fat woman BB in the portrait. Hera only stayed in front of the portrait for a few minutes, and the fat lady almost said the password by herself.

If Hera hadn't been worried that she would be beaten when she entered the Gryffindor lounge, she might have wanted to go in and wander around.

But who let the end of his cloak still have green decorative patterns! ?

I'm afraid that after going in, I will directly suffer from dozens of little lions'disarming you'.

Hera is really timid. After all, he is just a 20-year-old handsome wizard with nothing but outstanding looks.

　New book set sail!
　　Take the recommendation ticket and beat me to death!

　　


(End of this chapter)