Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 15 This Potter is a bit dumb!
The dark and unkempt black hair, bright green eyes, and the clearly visible lightning-shaped scar on his forehead all revealed his identity!

Damn Harry Potter!
Hera resisted the urge to pull out her wand and throw an 'Avada' at the damned Potter, and said stiffly, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, sir," said Harry, "I don't know how to get in."

"How did you find out that I'm not a Muggle?" Hera asked in a deep voice without changing his face. He thought he looked like a Muggle in disguise, how could he be recognized by a child at a glance.

Harry looked down at Hera's colorful socks and leather shoes, as well as the women's sweater he was wearing on his lower body. It was hard to believe that this could be a Muggle.

Even if you wear a big shorts, it can't cover up your 'avant-garde' dress.

"Oh? Do you like my outfit very much?" Hera showed a smile on his face. He bought this after visiting several fashion brands in London. Although it feels a bit cold down there, it is so fashionable!

You translate for the translator, what the hell is fashion?
It is so rare to meet a 'like-minded' person!

Even the eyes that Hera looked at Harry were much gentler.

"No, I mean I like it very much, your outfit is great, it's just that Muggles don't usually wear it that way." Harry replied hesitantly.

"Fashion is always difficult to be understood by the world, and time will prove everything." Hera proudly said.

"Maybe Muggles will never understand," whispered Harry.

"What?" Hera tilted her head, but he couldn't hear Harry's words clearly.

"I mean, sir, can you tell me how to get to platform 9 3/4?" Harry asked a little shyly, standing on tiptoe.

Hera patted Harry's head, and it was indeed much more comfortable than Draco's. Draco touched too much pomade on his hair, and this natural, fluffy hair was more comfortable to rub.

"Don't worry, you just need to go straight towards the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, just go straight in. If you are nervous, I will take you along!"

Hera adjusted the position of Garen, leaving one free hand to support Harry's back. Harry couldn't help resisting, and pushed Harry and the car in his hand towards the partition wall and rushed over.

Harry closed his eyes nervously, and when he opened them, a crimson steam locomotive was parked beside a platform full of passengers, and the sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

The thick smoke of the steam locomotive wafted over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors were wearing them under the people's feet.Amid the humming of the crowd and the noise of lugging heavy luggage, the owls also screeched, and you answered me.

"Welcome to Platform 9 3/4, The Boy Who Lived - Harry Potter."

Hera had a bright and handsome smile on her face, and the shining white light of her teeth illuminated many female students.

In just a few seconds, he had already figured out how to deal with Harry Potter. Based on his previous understanding of Lao Deng, if he wanted Lao Deng to trust him and protect himself after Voldemort fell again, he could only rely on Harry Potter as the savior.

I am a good buddy of the Savior, will Azkaban dare to lock me up?

Even the king of heaven and I can't do it!
Harry was still looking at the place where the partition wall used to be, when he heard Hera's voice slightly startled: "Do you know who I am?"

Hera pointed to the position of her forehead, and replied playfully, "Of course, the scar on her forehead is the best proof."

Seeing that Harry still didn't believe it, Hera explained helplessly, "Well, we actually met when you went to the Leaky Cauldron."

"Ah! You are that gentleman." Harry slapped his forehead abruptly. How could he have forgotten this gentleman? Seeing that he and Hagrid were so familiar back then, he must be as good a person as Hagrid!
"Let me introduce myself, Hera Lestrange, the teaching assistant of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hera held out her right hand towards Harry quite formally.

This made Harry a little embarrassed.

He let go of the trolley and reached out to wipe his pants a few times before he held Hera's hand together.

It can be seen that Harry is not good at socializing.

"I'm ha." Harry stammered, as if he had never introduced himself before, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"I think I know who you are, don't I?" Hera blinked her black eyes at Harry.

"Oh, yes, sir, but sometimes this question is too bothering." Harry scratched his head, distressed.

Hera nodded, sometimes a great reputation can obviously overwhelm a person, especially a little wizard like Harry Potter.

Or he, who bears the infamy of the Lestrange family, is the same reason.

"Sometimes these things we carry can help us move forward better. Well, let's get on the train first, and the train will start soon." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder, and took the suitcase on his small car.

"Pfft!" Hera staggered and almost fell, her eyes widened in disbelief. Is this the weight of a newborn's luggage?
"Sorry, sir, I'll do it myself." Harry said apologetically, obviously not ashamed to ask Hera to help in such matters.

"It's okay, Harry, hold your owl, I'm just a little surprised, just call me Hera."

Harry nodded, then lifted the owl cage on the cart, and looked at Hera worriedly.

Hera took out her wand from her bosom, turned her back to Harry and walked towards the steam locomotive first. At an angle that Harry couldn't see, she whispered to herself: "It's as powerful as a cow."

(In the fourth part, the "loud voice" is a sound-amplifying spell, so it's not too much for me to make up a "powerful as a cow", right?)
Hera's hand holding the suitcase relaxed a lot. Sure enough, the lazy man pushed the magic.

I don't know who invented this kind of magic, but obviously this kind of life magic has greatly reduced the living cost of wizards.

"Grandma, I lost my toad again."

"Oh, Neville."

Listening to the commotion next to him, Harry followed Hera along the passageway that Hera had forced her way through the crowd.

Hera finally found an empty compartment near the rear of the car. Originally, according to his original idea, he could go directly to the prefect's exclusive compartment. With his Lestrange name, he could squeeze in.

But who let himself meet the damn Potter?
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