Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 112 Leaving the Signing Event with Lockhart
Hera patted her chest lightly and took a few steps back, watching Sirius who had bumped his head against the fence and let out a long sigh of relief.

As expected of an extremely ferocious dark wizard, even more dangerous than Bella looked.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Sirius stretched out his hand vigorously towards Hera, as if trying to snatch the photo from Hera's hand.

"So, your sincerity, Mr. Black." Hera stuffed the group photo into her arms, not giving him a chance to see it.

"You have won, cunning Death Eater, 12 Grimmauld Place," Sirius said weakly, with his head lowered. "Okay, give me the photo now, and let me see my dear godson."

"Where is that?" Hera recalled the address. If he remembered correctly, Grimmauld Square should be in the north of London, only 10 minutes away from King's Cross Station.

"Black's old house, it used to be my home." Sirius lowered his head, his tone a little low.

Hera lowered her head and thought about it, took out the group photo, glanced at it, and handed it to Sirius.

"Thank you, sir!" Sirius took the photo ecstatically, then quickly hugged the photo and shrank to the deepest corner of the cell, as if afraid of Hera's repentance.

Hera looked at Sirius with a headache.

Damn it, he knew he shouldn't have come to Azkaban!
Where did he come to cheat?

He clearly went to the countryside to send warmth!

First to comfort the notoriously vicious Bellatrix, and then to relieve the boredom of the murderous Sirius.

Looking at it this way, I am really going to be mad at myself!

Hera shook her head and glanced at Bella for the last time. She had fallen to the ground and was dead or alive. Perhaps death was a kind of relief for her.

"Mother."

Hera called out in a low voice, knowing that Bella would not answer, he still called out.

"Haha, you don't really think she is your mother, do you?" Rodolphs, who was in the same cell as Bella, mocked.

Hera paused as she was about to leave, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her mouth couldn't close in surprise.

"What did you say?" He walked quickly to the iron fence, pulled out his wand from his arms, and pointed it at the man who was curled up on the ground, naked, even with bare feet.

"I said, you don't really think you are her son!"

Hera's hand holding the wand was livid, and her expression was as cold as a snowstorm in December.

"What do you know?" Hera demanded.

Rodolphs squinted at Bella who fell on the ground, "She's out of her mind following the Dark Lord, but I don't. You won't know, you'll never know, ahahahahaha!"

As he spoke, Rodolphs jumped up, waving his hands and cheering in the cell, jumping, and circling the walls.

Hera still wanted to ask him again, but footsteps suddenly came from behind her, followed by——

"Hera, how are you? I won't disturb you, will I?" Fudge returned to the cell holding an enamel cup, still steaming in the cup, and Hera could easily smell the aroma of coffee.

"On the contrary, Minister," Hera hid her wand in her cloak, and responded with a chuckle, "Your appearance is so timely, it is really difficult for them to communicate."

"I told Lucius a long time ago that these prisoners lost their minds early in Azkaban, but Lucius still insisted on visiting his relatives every summer. If you ask me, Lucius is just too kind." Fudge rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, even though there was no moisture at all.

"Hehe." Hera smiled lightly and touched the tip of her nose.

"Okay, let's go back soon, count the time, and there's still time to go back and have a cup of hot cocoa." Fudge drank the remaining coffee in the cup in one gulp, exhaled white gas, and the Azkaban cell was filled with the aroma of coffee.

He casually handed the quilt to Kingsley behind him, took the portkey from Kingsley, and looked at Hera with a smile.

Hera nodded, putting a finger on the portkey.

After returning to the Ministry of Magic, Hera, who was taunted by Lucius and felt a little annoyed, left directly and returned to Nick's house to continue studying in the library.

Time flies, and a few days pass in the blink of an eye.

Hera took out the Mandrake on the full moon, filled a crystal vial with saliva, and soaked the leaves in it. Fortunately, the night was clear and Hera's hard work would not be in vain.

"The next step is to add a piece of hair and a silver teaspoon of dew." Hera carefully held the crystal vial. The cost of practicing Animagus is very high. The dew alone has to be collected from places where there has been no sunlight or human contact for seven days. Such a troublesome matter naturally needs to be handed over to Manglan for preparation.

"It's the last step, it's almost over." Hera glanced down at the book on the ground, and carefully added the last material—the chrysalis of the Grimace Moth, "and then I'll bury you in the soil."

Putting the crystal vial into the hole dug long ago, Hera let out a long sigh of relief. This holiday was not wasted, at least the Animagus had almost prepared.

The next thing he had to deal with was Gilderoy Lockhart.

That damned idiot, liar, wanted Hera to attend his signing in Diagon Alley.

Hera had already refused once because he was busy with business, but that guy Lockhart sent an owl to explain it. He postponed the signing meeting originally scheduled for the end of July to the beginning of August, and this is his sincerity.

Although Hera was reluctant, she could only bite the bullet and go to participate. Who would let the next school year be spent together?

Even knowing that he was a liar, Hera didn't want to have a too rigid relationship with him.

After all, this is not necessarily and is not an excellent trick - maybe it can be used to get some more rewards from Lockhart.

Hera doesn't mind this kind of thing at all, especially now that Nick is in a bad state.

To be honest, Hera is always ready to run away. He has no plans to teach at Beauxbatons. Hogwarts has Dumbledore, but what does Beauxbatons have?
If Voldemort didn't give up, he sneaked into the school again.

Could it be that Beauxbaton's rune horse kicked Voldemort to death?
The rune horse only drank single malt whiskey, and Hera wasn't sure whether its hoof was kicking at Voldemort, Madame Maxime, or him as a fence.

"Mr. Nick, I want it again." Hera said softly to Nick who was slumped on the sofa.

Nick didn't even pay Hera this time, just waved his hand.

Hera shrugged indifferently. Nick Flamel's condition is obviously a bit bad. If you change it to Muggles, maybe he is suffering from depression in his later years?
　Only when there is something, people will say that they are all right.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)