Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 13 Vault No. 713 is Empty

Unexpectedly, just as the goblin opened his mouth, Hera's wand poked in the wound before it aimed at the neck.

"Don't try to play tricks." Hera said coldly, at this time and place, he was very clear about what he should do.

If he really let this cunning goblin do something, let alone Quirrell, even he would have to fold here.

Tears of grievance flowed down the face of the goblin again, and while weeping, he tried hard to remember when was the last time he cried like this.
Oh, by the way, when the year-end bonus was distributed last Christmas, I got more than 700 Galleons.

Stop crying, stop crying, and there will be no less year-end awards this year.

Hera didn't wait too long, and Quirrell walked out with a gloomy face.

"Have you got that thing?" Hera stood on tiptoe trying to see clearly what was inside the vault, but nothing could be seen clearly in the pitch black.

"No, it's empty inside." Quirrell's voice was full of anger, and he walked directly to Hera's side, grabbed the goblin roughly and shouted: "What's inside!? Did you take us to an unused vault on purpose?"

The goblin was so frightened that she trembled, and stammered, "Here...is the No. 713 vault. It's just the stuff inside. Someone took it away today."

"Damn it!" Quirrell cursed, threw the goblin to the ground, and stomped hard on his chest.

He vented his dissatisfaction again and again.

"It's almost done, we have to go to another vault!" Hera waited for Quirrell's anger to be vented, and then said slowly.

"What are you going to do? If you don't get the Philosopher's Stone, the master will punish you. The two of us"

Quirrell's voice became smaller and smaller, and tears almost flowed down at the end.

"Okay, Quirinus, don't waste your time here. Let's find some gold Galleons before we go back before we have time." Hera patted Quirrell on the shoulder and felt a little headache seeing him like this.

Such a useless black wizard
Where did Voldemort get it?

It seems that the matter of turning to Lao Deng has to be put on the agenda!
"Let's go."

A hoarse voice sounded in the dark mountain stream.

"Yes." Hera and Quirrell looked at each other and replied in unison.

The boss has already spoken, we should be obedient as younger brothers, right? ?

Throwing an 'Avada' to the goblin casually, Quirrell quickly rushed onto the trolley, and Hera glanced at the goblin who fell on the ground with a little pity.

A life that was alive a few minutes ago has disappeared like this at this moment, Hera is really a little bit
I really feel sorry for my golden Galleons.

The way back to the surface was much easier than coming in. After passing through the protective waterfall, Hera and Quirrell put a disillusionment spell on themselves. Seeing the goblins in a mess, Hera almost laughed out loud.

Back in the Gringotts hall, Quirrell ran away in a hurry. He didn't want to have any more misfortunes. After all, he didn't get the Philosopher's Stone, and he had to go back to bear the wrath of his master.

But Hera was different. He took the opportunity to snatch a pocket full of Galleons in the hall, completely forgetting about Quirrell. If it wasn't so hard to carry, Hera would have emptied the Gringotts hall.

Hera returned to her room at the Leaky Cauldron, weighed the weight of the purse in her hand, and couldn't help but sigh that she hadn't learned the magic of space expansion, what a pity!
Facing so many Jin Gallons today, he could only cry silently.

"Garon! We got rich!"

Hera threw Jin Gallon on the bed, making a tinkling sound. Hearing such a pleasant sound, Hera threw herself on the bed.

“It was a tiring day”

Hera hugged Garen, rubbing its little head, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

It's shameful to grab money, but fast!
Garen: "Stupid biped, today I allow you to be a little more presumptuous."

Garen rubbed against Hera's arms, found a comfortable position, rested his little head on Hera's neck, and fell asleep, one person and one cat.

When Hera woke up naturally after sleeping, it was already the morning of the next day, and Garen's thick, cottony soles abruptly woke Hera up.

"Oh Gallon, are you hungry?"

"Meow~! (The two-legged beast, hurry up and prepare breakfast for the master!)"

Hera rubbed her hair and sat up from the bed. Her hair was disheveled like a chicken coop. This was simply the biggest stain in his life.

Whether you are strong or not is temporary, but whether you are handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime!
But why does it feel like I forgot something! ?

I think should not be.
At the moment, Quirrell, who was in the next room, had very serious dark circles under his eyes, thinking hard about who took the Philosopher's Stone away first.

Hera helped Garen unpack the bag of cat food, patted Garon's well-behaved little head, and went to take a bath in peace.

"As expected, the family needs to have a daughter. Mother, otherwise they don't know how to make money." Hera was soaking in the bathtub, listening to the sound of Garen walking on the floor outside, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

By the time Hera took a shower and was about to open the door, it was almost noon.

Hera slipped directly to the bar downstairs, asked old Tom for a glass of butter beer and a sandwich, and quietly admired the young ladies who came and went
"Wow, did you know? Mr. Lockhart is going to have a signing!"

"What? The handsome, powerful Mr. Lockhart?"

"Oh, of course it's him. Is there a second Lockhart in the wizarding world?"

"I heard that he is about to end his journey for a short time. He will spend the next year writing an autobiography. I don't know when we will see him again. We must seize this opportunity!"

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Two young and well-dressed witches were holding a copy of "Traveling with Vampires" in their hands. Hera watched them walk past her quickly and ignored her.
Hera thinks she's a bit more handsome than Lockhart, but she doesn't have the courage to swim with ghouls, or go on vacation with hags, or even walk with trolls and wander around with werewolves
Maybe Lockhart was a courtesan in the wizarding world, and Hera didn't know why the troll didn't hammer his brains out with a stick.

Hera sat on the chair, hugging herself and crying.

No one cares, ignored.
My heart is so cold.
"Hera, where did you go last night?" Quirrell pretended to be stuttering again, but Hera just waved his hands and didn't speak.

"The one wants to see you." Quirrell quickly leaned over and whispered in Hera's ear.

"Huh?" Hera sat up straight suddenly, he finally remembered what he forgot!
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