Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 133 The Roaring Letter and the Herb Lesson

When Hera got up today, it was already noon, and he only had time to go to the auditorium for lunch. He had no doubt that he would see Harry and Ron at the long table in Gryffindor—Dumbledore would never fire them.

In fact, it is.

Even though Harry had no smile on his face and ate with a slumped face, the Gryffindors all seemed to be having a good time, as if Harry had done something brave.

Very brave indeed, if Hera showed up later, if they were overtaken by dementors, they would definitely fall from the sky.

Dementors don't care if he's the savior or not.

Hera sat at the guest table, sipping the soup in front of her with a spoon.Suddenly, there was a scream from the Gryffindor table.

"Errol!"

Hera raised her head slightly and looked over there. It turned out to be that idiot Ron. His owl was as stupid as him. It fell directly into the milk jug, and the whole owl became wet.

And Lockhart, who was beside Hera, obviously noticed the commotion among the students, but he just glanced coldly. It seemed that Hera's words to him in the morning were too lethal, and he directly blocked his mouth that would not stop for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a sound as loud as an explosion sounded from the long table in Gryffindor, and the huge sound filled the entire auditorium, shaking all the dust from the ceiling down.

".I won't be surprised if they fire you after stealing the car. Let's see how I deal with you. You probably never thought about how your father felt when he found out that the car was gone."

It sounded like Mrs. Weasley's voice, a hundred times louder than Professor McGonagall's, rattling plates and spoons on the table and echoing from the four stone walls.

All the eyes of the auditorium fell on Ron. He shrank in his chair and could only see a flushed forehead.

"Yesterday at noon, your father was so ashamed that he almost died. Later, he received a letter from Dumbledore. We worked hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives."

Hera was actually looking forward to Mrs. Weasley's evaluation of him, after all, he was the savior of these two idiots.

Too bad it never showed up.

The sound hit the eardrums, causing many students to frown tightly.

".It's so annoying. Your father will be censored in the unit. It's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately!"

The roaring letter finally stopped, and Hera looked away with a little loss. Mrs. Weasley didn't mention herself at all!

The Howling letter fell from Ron's hand to the ground, burning, curling and turning into ashes.Harry and Ron sat stunned, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

A few people laughed, and the voices gradually sounded again.

After Hera finished the last sip of soup, he put down the spoon and straightened his cloak, striding across the auditorium, he planned to find Hagrid, he heard that Hagrid had brought the Hippogriff to the Forbidden Forest, and Hera would see if he could collect some materials from it.

But before he had passed the auditorium, he met Professor Sprout.

"Oh, Hera, I've been looking for you for a long time. Where did you go this morning?" Professor Sprout was a squat witch with a patched hat on her fluttering hair and a lot of dirt on her clothes.

"Good afternoon, Professor Sprout, what's the matter?" Hera stopped and greeted her, not minding the dirt on Sprout's body at all.

Professor Sprout looked a bit cautious, but he still had a cheerful demeanor, "I don't know if you are busy this semester. This afternoon, I will take the second-grade students to the third greenhouse to learn about Mandrakes. I hope you can help to look after the students. You know that the screams of Mandrakes can kill people. Even though they are only seedlings, they can also make young wizards unconscious for several hours."

"No problem at all." Hera thought for a while and readily agreed.

He didn't mind helping Professor Sprout deal with the magic plants in the greenhouse, and collected some "not precious" magic materials by the way. I believe Knockturn Alley would like them very much.

"Okay, then just follow me," said Professor Sprout.Together they left the castle and walked across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse, while behind them were the little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, who seemed to be the second-year students Sprout was talking about.

Before they reached the greenhouse, they saw that many other students had arrived. They were standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.

Hera followed Professor Sprout, striding across the lawn.

"Oh, why is that guy Lockhart here?" Hera sighed and said in a low voice, but she was just heard by Professor Sprout beside her.

Lockhart seemed to have slipped ahead of Hera and Professor Sprout while they were chatting.

"You hate him too?"

"I think... maybe not that much of him." Hera replied in a tone of uncertainty, although he knew his answer very well - he just didn't like Lockhart.

"As a matter of fact, we don't like him very much. I heard he pissed off Professor McGonagall this morning."

"Ok?"

The conversation between the two ended in a hurry, because Lockhart had already greeted him.

Lockhart was spotless from head to toe, with a drifting turquoise robe, and a turquoise top hat with a gold rim on top of his shiny blond hair, just like his flirtatious personality in the past.

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart stood on the other side of Professor Sprout with a happy face, and then waved to the students, "I just showed Professor Sprout how to tame the Whomping Willow at lunch. I believe this is definitely a big problem in the wizarding world! But I don't want you to think that I am better at herbalism than her! I just happened to see a few of these strange plants during my travels."

"I suddenly knew how he angered Professor McGonagall." Hera said in a voice that only Professor Sprout heard, and Professor Sprout nodded in agreement.

"Go to the third greenhouse today." Professor Sprout said.She was obviously sullen, contrary to her usual cheerful demeanor.

The students were whispering with interest, and they didn't know whether they were interested in Lockhart or the third greenhouse.

Hera followed Professor Sprout obediently. He was not interested in showing off in front of the students. He was not a young boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

He just wished he could 'pick up' some magical plants that Professor Sprout didn't need from the greenhouse.

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