Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 151 Snape and Dumbledore's Whispers

"I don't have the desire to chat with these little devils." Hera waved his hand. He hated it very much when people spoke to him in this tone. If it was in the past few years, he would not hesitate to read a powerful transformation technique to Percy, then stuff him into a glass bottle and throw him into the English Channel!
"Okay." Percy responded politely, and then walked away briskly, and he went to meet the other prefects.

At about three o'clock in the morning, many students finally fell asleep, and Hera leaned back in her chair and snored.

At this time, Professor Dumbledore came in. He looked around and saw Hera's figure.Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and Percy stepped up to Dumbledore.

"Any sign of her, Professor?" whispered Percy.

"No, how is it here?"

"Everything is under control, sir."

"Fine. You don't have to ask them to change places now. I've got temporary guards for the portrait hole in Gryffindor House. You can send everyone back tomorrow."

The chatter of the two of them woke Hera up, and Hera pricked up her ears to listen to their conversation.

"And what about the Fat Lady, sir?"

"Hiding inside the Angel County map on the third floor. Apparently she wouldn't let Blake in without asking for the password, so he did. She's still in a bad mood, but once she calms down, I'll have the professor fix her up."

Immediately afterwards, Hera heard the door of the auditorium slam and open again, and heard more footsteps.

Hera couldn't continue to pretend, he pretended to just wake up, stretched his waist, and then covered his mouth as if he suddenly found Dumbledore, so as not to scream.

"Hush, the children are asleep," said Dumbledore softly, and Hera nodded and stood beside Dumbledore.

"Headmaster?" Snape walked in through the door, he ignored Hera completely, "I checked the entire fourth floor, and he's not there. Professor McGonagall checked the main building of the castle, and he's not there either."

"Where's the Astronomy Tower? Professor Trelawney's room? Where the owls roost?"

"I've checked everything."

"Very well, Severus, I didn't really think Black would linger."

"Do you have any insight into how he got in here, Headmaster?" asked Snape, nodding slightly in Hera's direction.

"Many, Severus, each as improbable as the one below."

Snape seemed very angry, Hera was a little surprised, Snape's mood seemed to become irritable all of a sudden, he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his anger, he approached Dumbledore, almost stuck to Dumbledore, using an extremely small voice.If it wasn't for Hera to listen with her ears sideways.Even so, it was vague and terribly unreal.

"You remember our conversation, Headmaster, just before - oh - the start of term?" Snape said with his lips barely parted, clearly not wanting to involve anyone else in their conversation.It's just this short sentence, even if Hera heard it, she was at a loss.

"Remember, Severus," said Dumbledore, with a warning in his voice.

"It seems—almost impossible—that Blake couldn't get into this school without some help from inside, especially with the chamber open—"

"." What Dumbledore said, Hera didn't hear clearly, but Dumbledore's expression clearly indicated that this matter was at this point, because Snape didn't answer.

Hera's eyes flicked back and forth between Dumbledore and Snape's faces. He had no idea what was going on between Dumbledore and Snape, but it sounded like he had guessed that Black would break into Hogwarts?
"Professor Dumbledore." Hera uttered a voice. He hadn't given up on the idea of ​​leaving the troubled vortex - Hogwarts.

"I have to go to those dementors," Dumbledore said quickly, and he interrupted Hera directly. "Hera, put your business aside for now. As I said, we will notify the dementors when we are done searching."

"Are they going to help, sir?" said Snape.

"Oh, yes," said Dumbledore dryly, "but I'm afraid they will never be allowed to cross the threshold of the school as long as I am Headmaster."

Hera was a little embarrassed, and the two of them seemed to completely ignore his existence, but in comparison, he was already much better than Percy.

Dumbledore left the Great Hall, walking quietly and quickly.Snape stood for a moment, watching the Headmaster go, with deep anger on his face.Then Hera moved quietly to his side.

"Severus, what's the situation now? No trace of Black? He can't just disappear!"

"No, how long are you going to sit here?" Snape's lips moved, he glanced at Hera in disgust, and then he left straight away, leaving Hera and Percy standing there with the black robe rolling behind him.

"Actually, I don't need to be here.?" Hera looked at Snape's back, and suddenly felt that he was a bit stupid, and there was no need to waste time here.

"I think so." Percy nodded, staring blankly at Snape's back.

Hera lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head suddenly and looked around the auditorium, then he tightened his cloak and left the auditorium directly, he wanted to die of his comfortable and soft bed.

For several days, the students talked about nothing but Mrs. Norris' attack and Blake.

Filch's performance kept everyone from forgetting this incident. He often paced up and down the place where Mrs. Norris was killed, as if thinking that the attacker would come again, which had a great impact on Hera.

His office was on the third floor, and Filch's footsteps made it hard for him to be quiet.But Hera relented when he opened the office door and saw Filch kneeling on the ground, scrubbing the writing on the wall with Mrs. Skoll's All Purpose Magic Stain Remover.

But all he had done seemed to be in vain, the words still gleamed so brightly on the stone wall.

When Filch wasn't patrolling a crime scene, he would sneak up in corridors with his red eyes wide open, and then pounce on unsuspecting students, trying to find excuses to keep them in detention, such as their "breathing too loudly" or their "hippie faces."

It's not that Hera didn't enlighten Filch, but when he saw his scarlet eyes, he still gave up this unrealistic idea. For Filch, Mrs. Norris was his lover, his most precious existence, but at this moment he was petrified, leaving him alone.

And another topic - Blake
(End of this chapter)