Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 116 The Savior at the Signing Party
"Hello, please take the book you bought to the front and ask Mr. Lockhart to sign it." Hera took out a book from the bookshelf next to her with a blank expression and handed it to the aunt in front of her.

The aunt happily took the book, but ignored Hera and ran straight towards the door of the bookstore.

"So why am I doing this kind of thing here?" Hera slapped the book next to her heavily with her fist. "I Can Magic" still has at least a few hundred copies in stock, and there are several piles piled up beside Hera.

"Please give me a copy of "I Can Be Magical"."

"Okay, ma'am." Hera picked up a copy from her side like a robot expressionlessly and handed it to another aunt who came up.

God knows why Lockhart's book fans are all witches in their 40s. Is this the legendary mistress killer?

For this, Hera had to express her admiration to Lockhart. Anyway, it is very difficult for him to show a friendly smile to these aunts. In comparison, if it is a sexy lady around 20 years old, Hera is very willing.

"Hera, come out and help maintain order, there are too many people outside." The clerk of Lihen Bookstore shouted towards Hera through the crowd.

"Okay~ here we come." Hera replied wearily, if it wasn't for Lockhart's promise to give him 2 silver Sickles for every book sold, he wouldn't want to stay here!
However, a book is only two silver Sickles, if Lockhart sells out all the books today, it will be at least dozens of Gold Galleons!
It's nothing more than doing manual work, and you can earn an objective amount of Galleons. For Hera, it's like picking up money.

Hera slowly walked through the crowd, and followed the crowd to the door of the bookstore. The winding queue lined up from the door to the back of the bookstore, which seemed to be a mental breakdown.

Standing at the door and finding a slightly looser place to stand down, Hera said boredly: "Ladies, be quiet, don't be crowded, and be careful of books."

This group of witches seemed to have a fanatical love for Lockhart, and they crowded forward frantically.

But there's only one Lockhart!

What can you do if you rush up?

But Hera could only stand by, feebly maintaining order, until he saw a few familiar figures—Harry and Hermione.

They were sneaking in through the crowd, oh, there was a red-haired family beside them, Harry and the others trotted directly into the bookstore, each grabbed a book and sneaked into the queue.

They stood beside the red-haired Weasley family and a bunch of couples. Hera looked carefully. They should be Hermione's parents. He had seen them at King's Cross Station before.

But they didn't seem to be aware of Hera. They lined up with sad faces. Compared with the excited fat woman and the Granger couple next to them, the expression of the little wizard was not very willing.

Gradually, they finally moved to the front with the crowd, and Hermione waved excitedly to Hera.

"Hera! Why are you here?"

"Actually, I'm helping Mr. Lockhart." Hera spread her hands helplessly. God knows how much he wanted to go back to Tulip Manor. Even if he was watching those boring TV shows with Nick Flamel, he was unwilling to help Lockhart maintain order here.

Lockhart sat right behind the desk, surrounded by large photographs of himself, all faces winking at the crowd, teeth gleaming with dazzling whiteness.

"You actually know Mr. Lockhart!" A chubby woman screamed, attracting many people's attention. She looked like a tiger with sharp teeth, and she looked extremely ferocious.

"Oh yes, ma'am."

"You must help me get Lockhart's signature, please." The fat woman said.

"By the way, I don't know who you are?" Arthur on the side suddenly interrupted, "This is my wife, Molly Weasley, I believe you should know me, Arthur Weasley, Department of Misuse of Muggle Substances."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Hera. Hera hesitated for a moment, but still held it together with his thick and rough hand.

"Hera Lestrange, now working at Hogwarts."

"Oh, isn't that the children's professor?" Molly asked in amazement. After learning that Hera was working at Hogwarts, she couldn't help feeling a little more fond of Hera, even though his surname was a bit worrying.

After all, that was Lestrange, but Dumbledore must have approved him to serve at Hogwarts.

"Oh, yes, I was in charge of their Defense Against the Dark Arts last school year." Hera said modestly, but her voice still sounded weak.

Bang!
A short, grumpy man held up a large black camera, jumping back and forth to take pictures of Lockhart, flashing blindingly, puffs of purple smoke came out of the camera, accompanied by loud noises.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled at Hermione, stepping back to get a better angle. "This is for the Daily Prophet."

"Heh, the shelf is really big." Hera frowned.

"How could you—?" Hermione said, rubbing the sore instep of the man's foot.

"Huh? Did I step on you?" Hera pulled Hermione, looking at the short man with an unkind expression.

"It hurts!"

Hera tightly held the wand in the pocket of the cloak, hesitated for a moment, and said to the short man with a cold face: "Is this how your parents taught you?"

"Need you to care? Get out of the way!" The short man muttered, and raised his camera to look for an angle to shoot Lockhart.

"You!" Hera was about to rush up, when a soft arm suddenly appeared in her arms, and Hermione said softly, "Hera, I'm fine."

"No, you have something to do."

"???"

"He will pay the price." Hera looked at the short photographer coldly, and he remembered.

"What's wrong here?" Lockhart raised his head and looked at the suddenly cold place with some surprise. He looked up and saw Hermione and Hera, and then saw Harry. He stared at Harry for a while, jumped up and shouted: "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

The crowd stepped aside, murmuring excitedly.Lockhart rushed forward, grabbed Harry by the arm, and pulled him forward, and the audience burst into applause.

Lockhart held Harry's hand for the photographer to take a picture. The short man frantically clicked the shutter repeatedly, and a thick cloud of smoke drifted over the Weasleys.

"What a beautiful smile, Harry." Lockhart himself showed off a set of bright teeth, "We can both be on the first page."

In a corner where no one was paying attention, the silhouette of the photographer disappeared in vain.

(End of this chapter)