Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 101 Encounter in the Forbidden Forest
Hera held the wand, the tip of the wand glowed with light, and walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He walked slowly, with his ears pricked up, to catch the slightest sound.Suddenly in the open space ahead, Hera clearly saw something moving above.

"Who's there?" Hera yelled, raised the wand in her hand, and pointed towards the shadow.

The thing walked into the open space in response, the centaur—a man above the waist, with red hair and beard, and a shiny brown horse below the waist, with a long red tail trailing behind.

"Ronan?" Hera asked tentatively. He hadn't seen anyone for a while, and he wasn't even sure if it was his 'good friend Ronan' in front of him.

"Oh, it's me, Hera, long time no see, good evening!" Ronan said, his voice was low and sad, "Did you just want to cast a spell on me?"

"No, no, you know, the Forbidden Forest is not safe, not only the horses live in the Forbidden Forest."

"I believe they will only become your Galleons." Ronan said suspiciously.

"Uh, actually." Hera suddenly had a hard time answering this question. Ronan was quite right. In fact, Hera hoped that some magical animal would suddenly attack him, so that he could expand his family wealth openly.

The two suddenly fell silent.

Ronan sighed, he raised his head and stared at the sky, "Mars is a bit dim tonight, but at the same time, Venus is bright."

"Yeah," Hera said, and looked up at the sky, "Listen, Ronan, I really don't understand astrology, maybe Professor Trelawney will have a lot to talk to you about."

"The Celestial Eye," Ronan said, "she inherited the Celestial Eye from her great-great-grandmother, although she knew nothing about it, and was completely out of control of her own talent, so she often misunderstood the world, or misread the tea leaves."

"Okay, okay," Hera waved her hand, "You know, I never believe in these things."

"But he really exists." Ronan said firmly, "In the past year, the Forbidden Forest has not been very peaceful. The Whomping Willow was attacked, and Snape lost his temper because of it—even though our tribe is far away from the Whomping Willow, we can still see his distraught figure."

"Uh," Hera suddenly regretted communicating with Ronan, and he came to remind himself of his dark history, "Ronan, why don't you go back and find Bane to observe the astrology together?"

Hera really didn't want to have too much entanglement with the centaur, even though he had been working hard to deal with the centaur before-trying to sell shoes to them.

After all, the centaur has four legs and needs two pairs of shoes, and Hera thinks it is profitable.

But the centaurs respect nature and reject stupid shoes, which they think hinder their communication with nature.

On the contrary, Hera knew the growth places of many medicinal herbs through Ronan, and sometimes she could even pick them before Snape.

Ronan didn't answer for a long time, but just maintained that posture and looked up at the starry sky. Finally, he said, "There are many secrets hidden in the forest."

"Okay, I should go, Ronan, it's a pleasure to meet you here." Hera shook her head, and there really was a communication barrier between him and the centaur.

It wasn't until Hera almost disappeared from Ronan's sight that he shouted loudly: "Hera, Venus is extremely bright tonight."

"I see." Hera replied without looking back, he doesn't know what Venus and Mars are, he only knows that life without Jin Gallon is boring.

And in the next school year, Lockhart will obviously not be like Quirrell again - paying Hera a hundred gold Galleons every month.

Hera felt that she had to find a new way to get rich, otherwise she would go bankrupt.

He continued to walk through the dense, dark woods. Hera shook her head and quickened her pace. In the Forbidden Forest, darkness equals danger.

Looks like it's going nowhere tonight.

Hera went around all the way, finally caught a glimpse of the tombstone in front of her, and smiled wryly at the corner of her mouth.

"I didn't expect to come here in the end." Hera didn't care about the sand on the ground, and sat down on the ground directly, looking at the words engraved on the tombstone by the moonlight—poor thing, Quirinus Quirrell.

"Ha," Hera sneered, breaking the calm, "Quirinas, don't be too angry, I did betray you."

Immediately afterwards, there was a moment of silence. Hera raised her head and looked at the starry sky. It was indeed as Ronan said, the Venus is extremely bright tonight.

"Hera."

Even if Hera didn't turn her head, she could clearly recognize Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, Professor." Hera sat on the ground decadently. In fact, he has been struggling to hold on these days. He is very scared and worried.

He didn't know when he had been involved in the struggle between the black and white devils. Perhaps when he met Quirrell, he should immediately apply for immigration to North America.

He didn't know when he would be abandoned by Dumbledore and Voldemort, just like Quirrell.

Except for Hera, no one felt the slightest moment of silence for Quirrell.

"Good evening, Hera," said Dumbledore with a smile, "I didn't see you at the banquet, I mean—I saw you before."

Hera looked at the starry sky and said in a low voice, "Professor, I just feel that the auditorium is too boring, so I want to go out for a walk."

"Just came here?" Dumbledore sighed, obviously not believing Hera's words.

"Otherwise? Do I have to say that I am awakened by nightmares every night, dreaming that Quirrell grabbed my arm and asked me why I didn't save him?" Hera said excitedly, but calmed down soon.

"I thought only the Dark Lord would be ruthless to his opponents, but I didn't expect that," Hera sneered back.

"Hera, please trust me more," Dumbledore sighed, and looked at Hera's painful and excited face. "If possible, I hope you can listen to a bad old man talk about his worries."

"Oh? His return was once again prevented by you. Isn't that a great thing? What else can make you worry? Could it be that stupid savior?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, turning a stone on the ground into a chair with a flick of his arm.

As a professor of transfiguration, he is definitely not inferior to Professor McGonagall in this area, although he does not often show it.

"Voldemort will find a way to make a comeback, and it may take someone who is fully prepared to fight him to the death - but if he is delayed again and again, he may never regain his strength."

"So that man is Harry Potter?" Hera looked at Dumbledore and smiled.

"With all due respect, Harry may not quite meet your requirements." Hera shrugged. Although he has a good relationship with Harry now, this did not prevent him from making a correct evaluation of Harry. "He's arrogant, arrogant, rule-breaking, pushy, reckless and impulsive—"

"Oh, I thought it was Severus talking to me!"

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