Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 128 Penello's Gossip
When Hera knocked on the hatch at the front of the car, he thought he would see the witch selling snacks, but he didn't expect to see Fudge, and there were two tall, strong wizards standing beside him.

"Oh, Hera, thanks to you," Fudge laughed and walked over and held Hera's right hand tightly, "If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid we would all have wasted a whole day in London."

"Minister Fudge, I want to know why the dementors attacked the train." Hera didn't shake off Fudge's hand, but that didn't mean he didn't have anger in his heart.In fact, he was pissed off.

"Attack?" Fudge took a step back, tilted his head and asked the two Aurors behind him in a strange tone, "Aren't we conducting an ordinary routine inspection? How could it be an attack?"

"Yes, we are just doing a routine inspection, and we don't know Black's whereabouts yet." One of the Aurors said bluntly, with an expressionless expression that made one wonder if there was a smile on his face.

"Routine check?" Hera yelled exaggeratedly. "You know what those stupid, brainless dementors do when they encounter these tender, delicious children full of happy memories? They don't spit out the souls they eat!"

Fudge frowned tightly, and let go of Hera's hand.

"I think I have my measure, Mr. Lestrange."

"Maybe, but I believe that the Ministry of Magic must be prepared to bear all the consequences." Hera said coldly, turned around and opened the door to go back into the carriage.

"Don't mind your own business, Lestrange." Fudge's voice came from behind, but Hera didn't take it seriously at all. He could tell that Connery Fudge was a complete idiot. Fortunately, he thought he was an amiable and capable Minister of Magic before.

Now it seems that he is just a fool whose mind is full of Achnatherum splendens.

Using dementors to attack the Hogwarts Express, does the Ministry of Magic think they can control dementors?

madness!

Hera strode towards the carriage, he didn't know why he was so angry, the little wizard in the carriage had nothing to do with him, did it?
"Damn professionalism!"

Hera cursed in a low voice, suddenly a maroon figure jumped into his arms.

"Hera," Penello said with a crying voice, "I thought I was going to die just now."

"Don't be afraid, the dementors are gone." Hera patted Penello on the back to comfort her.

Afterwards, Hera returned to the original compartment with her arms around Penello. Their 'strange' combination naturally attracted the attention of many people, most of whom were whispering.

"Clivatt and Professor Lestrange are together!"

"They were clearly together last semester"

"I already told them."

At the door of a cubicle, a red-haired boy clenched his fists tightly.

"Hera Lestrange!"

His fist hit the door hard.

"Percy, what's the matter?" A boy in the carriage rang.

Percy turned his head, showing his habitual false smile, "It's nothing, it's just that I still have a headache."

"The lower grade students have calmed down, let's take a rest as well, Hogsmeade is not far away."

"it is good."

During the rest of the journey, Hera could only helplessly comfort Penello. She was looking forward to meeting Hera, but she didn't expect to encounter such a terrible scene on the train.

She thought that the person she saw hurrying to the front of the car was not Hera, but when she stared intently again, she realized that that person was Hera who was in her dreams.

There was some silence in the carriage. Ron and Harry looked at each other uneasily. They seemed to have imagined the fate that awaited them. Hermione was holding a brick-thick book and reading it quietly.

Finally, the train stopped at Hogwarts Station, and when we got off the train it was a hectic class: owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked under his hat.The small platform was frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down.

"First graders come here!" a familiar voice called.

Hera gently opened Penello's arm, turned around, and saw Hagrid's burly figure at the other end of the platform. He was waving to the panic-stricken new students to lead them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Harry?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, "Where have you been? Everyone is going crazy!"

Harry took two steps forward, and greeted Hagrid without confidence, "Hey, Hagrid, we didn't pass the partition wall of platform 9 3/4."

"As long as you're fine now, trust me, Professor Dumbledore will be very happy to know you're fine." Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder thickly, his tone not so reassuring.

"Okay, Hagrid, now is not a good time to catch up on the past, Harry seems to be busy tonight." Hera said to Hagrid calmly.

Hagrid sighed and waved at them.

People around them pushed them along the platform, and they followed the rest of the school up a rough, muddy road where at least 100 two-horse carts were waiting for the rest of the students, each pulled by a Thestral.

After they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage drove on its own, stumbling all the way, but Harry and Ron were not in the slightest mood.

There was a faint musty and straw smell in the carriage, and Ron and Hermione had been watching Harry secretly, as if they were afraid that he would collapse again.

The dementors seem to have done Harry a great deal of harm.

Penello finally returned to normal, at least with a charming smile on her face again, and happily shared her holiday life with Hera. When she learned that she was taking advantage of the holiday time to accompany her family to Egypt, Hera showed a surprised and envious expression, and said that next time if there is a chance, he would also like to go together.

This success made Penello smile shyly, and his face became more rosy, at least it looked much better than before.

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent pillared gates, with many stone pillars on both sides, there were winged wild boars on the front, and two tall, hooded dementors stood guard on both sides of the gate.

Another wave of cold seemed to hit them, and Harry sank into the bumpy seat and closed his eyes until they walked through the door.

In fact, only Harry in the car was so exaggerated.

The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive until it came to the castle, where the many turrets and turrets gradually approached them.

Finally, the carriage wobbled to a stop, and everyone got out.

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