Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 103 End of Semester
Holding the developed photo, Hera looked at herself with a bright smile on it, suddenly a little dazed, maybe this kind of life is really good?

At least he was smiling sincerely at that moment, instead of a philistine, hypocritical smile.

"Hera, we're leaving, and I'll write to you." Harry's bright green eyes were full of sparkles, but Hera just rubbed his head vigorously, and said angrily, "Harry, follow Hermione's example, I don't want to receive another suing owl from you when I'm on vacation. Believe me, Gryffindor will deduct dozens of points at the beginning of school."

"Haha, no." Harry assured with a smile covering his mouth.

"You go to Hagrid, he will take you across the black lake and take the train. As for the photos, I will send them to you with an owl." Hera looked at the photos. The photos in the wizarding world are all magical, and the people on them can move. The simple copying spell does not work on them, and you need to take them to a shop that specializes in copying.

Several people waved goodbye to Hera. Their luggage and pets had been sorted out by the house elves, and even moved to the Hogwarts Express.

Originally, Hera should also take the train together and escort the students back to King's Cross Station.

But the previous Christmas journey was quite unpleasant, so that Hera directly rejected Professor McGonagall, and he was unwilling to go to King's Cross Station with the students.

The students followed Hagrid to board the fleet across the lake. Hera leaned against the foyer, watching them go away, with a smile on her lips, and looked down at the people in the photo. She was in the center of the photo, with Hermione and Penello on the left and right, and Harry with a funny face standing in front of her.

A little farther away, Ron was still standing, and his mouse was lying obediently on his shoulders, looking just like his master.

It seems that because of Percy's relationship, Ron's attitude towards Hera has not been very good, only slightly better than Snape.

However, Hera didn't take these things to heart.

Anyway, as long as they are still in Hogwarts for a day, they have to call themselves professors.

Standing on the observatory at the top of the tower, Dumbledore leaned on the door wall and looked at Hera, who was so small that only a small black dot could be seen at his feet, and shook his head with a complicated expression.

"Maybe I'm really wrong. He's different."

The wind blew his cloak until the figures of the students disappeared into the distance.

Hera strode toward his third-floor office, all he needed to do now was enjoy his vacation.

Go learn from Nick Flamel though.

After simply sorting out the things and confirming that nothing of value was missing in the office, Hera snapped her fingers.

"Copper?"

"at your service."

"Take me to Hogsmeade."

"Follow your will."

Cowper grabbed the hem of Hera's clothes, followed by a sense of dizziness, and Hera stood staggeringly on the solid ground.

Without thinking too much, Hera directly recited the address of Nick's house in her heart, imagining the picture of Tulip Manor.

Apparate!

After another burst of dizziness, Hera walked frivolously towards the Tulip Manor.

No way, apparating twice in a row would make anyone uncomfortable.

Standing in front of the gate of the villa, before Hera rang the doorbell, Mang Lan had already bent down and opened the door.

"Welcome, dear Mr. Lestrange, the master is already waiting for you in the room."

"Okay, thank you, Manglan." Hera nodded and walked quickly inside, but then she remembered something, stopped and said to Manlan, "Can you prepare a glass of warm milk for me?"

"No problem, sir." Mang Lan was like a rigid English butler, and the angle of his bow was quite up to standard.

Walking into the small steps in the foyer, Hera saw Nick sitting on the sofa watching TV from a distance, with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was dying like Dumbledore said! ?
"Ahem, sir?" Hera reminded Nick with a light cough.

Nick's eyes were blurred, and he was slipped from his hand. Mang Lan just appeared beside him to catch the wine glass that was about to fall on the ground for him.

"Oh? Hera?" Nick said with a smile, "You really came. I knew you would come."

Hera was a little surprised, but still followed Nick's words and said, "It's my honor to learn from you. It's just your body. Don't drink for the time being."

"My body?" Nick laughed loudly. It was completely different from the last time Dumbledore saw him. If he looked like a hundred-year-old Muggle last time, he looked like a middle-aged man now, except that his skin was a little shriveled.

Hera looked at the old Nick who kept banging his head on the sofa, and was suddenly at a loss for words. Is he sick?
Manglan looked suspiciously at Manlan, but after taking away the wine glass, Manlan didn't say anything, just bowed slightly to Hera and left, as if she didn't intend to stop Nick at all.

"To be alive is the greatest curse." Nick fell on the sofa, leaving only this sentence.

Immediately afterwards, Hera heard a faint snoring.

Gently helped Nick up to prevent him from suffocating to death on his stomach, Hera paced back and forth in the living room, the situation in the Tulip Manor was really confusing for him.

Did Nick Flamel go insane because he was about to die?

But Dumbledore clearly said that for a person with a very clear mind, death is just another great adventure.

Didn't Nick Flamel actually want to die?
But the Philosopher's Stone was abruptly destroyed by Dumbledore?

No, it shouldn't be possible.

Hera frowned tightly, and the leather shoes slapped to the floor, which didn't seem to have any use other than to upset him even more.

"Manlan?" Hera was finally tired and sat down in a seat far away from Rinick. He didn't want to be misunderstood when Nick woke up, even though it seemed like Nick wouldn't be able to wake up in a short time.

"Sir?" Mang Lan appeared in front of Hera, his body was a little messy, as if he was doing something just now.

"Where's my warm milk?" Hera asked angrily. He had been in for almost 10 minutes, but Manglan hadn't delivered his warm milk yet.

"Ah!" Mang Lan patted his head violently, causing his big head to shake, and almost the whole elf couldn't stand still. "I'm sorry, sir, but this is brought here for you."

It took about 10 minutes before Manglan handed over the milk, and Hera was almost falling asleep listening to Nick's snoring.

However, he still held on to Manglan who was about to leave.

"Manlan, you must tell me what happened. Mr. Nick's condition is absolutely abnormal. If necessary, I will inform Professor Dumbledore." Hera tried hard to make his eyes look more fierce, but Manlan's body was trembling, but his tone was extremely firm.

"You won't tell Dumbledore."

After finishing speaking, he broke free from Hera's hand and disappeared into the living room with a bang.

　Good morning, and in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)