Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 157 Another attack!

"I am"

Hera only felt a strange feeling, as if he had lost control of his body
No, it should be said that he seems to have entered a new body.

He could feel the subtle touch of the sand rubbing against his stomach, he could feel the freshness of the fresh rain in the air through his tongue, and he could smell the perfume on Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, it smells like catnip"

Hera stuck out her tongue, trying hard to get used to her new body.Without the flexible hands and legs that support him to stand, this feeling is not uncomfortable, but it is definitely a novel experience.

"Hera, are you awake?" Professor McGonagall gasped, holding two wands in his hand.

The snake head glanced at Professor McGonagall, her scarlet pupils made her heart tremble fiercely.Fortunately, Hera didn't do anything out of the ordinary next.

Hera tried to respond to Professor McGonagall's voice, but the reptile's larynx was not strong enough to support him to make a human voice, so he could only make a cold hissing sound, which was particularly creepy at night.

"Okay, you just nod when you're awake." Professor McGonagall said helplessly. Her newly changed cloak was stained with a lot of muddy water, and the high-pointed wizard hat fell into nowhere. She looked extremely embarrassed.

The snake head was shaking up and down.

"Okay, the next thing you have to do is try to change back into a human form." Professor McGonagall moved slightly and approached Hera, "You must still remember how to do it? You must imagine your human form as clearly as possible. Usually this is enough."

Hera nodded again, trying to imagine her human form in her mind, but the transformation didn't happen immediately.

"Don't panic, it's your first Animagus transformation, you need some attempts." Professor McGonagall encouraged.

Hera closed her eyes, trying to recall her appearance in her mind again.

Professor McGonagall let out a long sigh of relief, seeing Hera's scarlet pupils made her start to panic involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, Hera knelt on the ground with her hands on the ground, her chest heaving violently.

He has changed back!
He became an Animagus!
"Yes, very good!" Professor McGonagall held the wand under his arm and clapped his hands vigorously. "It's a perfect Animagus. After a short connection, you will be able to switch between animal and human forms at will just by imagining the appearance of the creature."

Hera raised his head, the rain slid down his cheeks, and his face was full of excited smiles.It's just that the fatigue from his body made him unable to respond to Professor McGonagall for a while.

"I know it's a tiring thing," Professor McGonagall came over to help Hera, and slipped the wand into Hera's pocket. When he released the Animagus' transformation, his scales turned back into his cloak. "We'd better get back to Hogwarts now, you need a hot cup of tea."

Hera pursed her lips, feeling a little lost.

"So what's the elf's name?" Professor McGonagall asked awkwardly. As an experienced old wizard, she knew very well how dangerous it was to disapparate in an unknown place, especially in the manor of the famous great alchemist Nick Flamel from centuries ago.

"Manglan." Hera also knew this, and squeezed out the name from between her teeth.

"Manglan!?" Professor McGonagall shouted, fearing that it might not hear.

"At your service." Mang Lan bowed and appeared. "Are you leaving the manor?"

"Yes, take us away." Professor McGonagall nodded, "Just go to Hogsmeade."

"As you wish."

After arriving at Hogsmeade, Professor McGonagall brought Hera back to Hogwarts with Apparition. Manglan didn't know where Hogwarts temporarily allowed Apparition, so Professor McGonagall had to take Hera back to Hogwarts.

"Okay, Hera, take a good rest." Professor McGonagall helped Hera to the corridor on the third floor. He has recovered some strength, and then he can go back to the office.

"Please, Professor McGonagall." Hera thanked the wall, although Professor McGonagall didn't seem to help him.

"By the way, remember to register with the Ministry of Magic when you have time. I don't want to see an illegal Animagus." Professor McGonagall said seriously with a straight face.

Hera nodded, "Yes."

"That would be the best." Professor McGonagall nodded and hurried down the stairs.

The corner of Hera's mouth curled up slightly, register?

If registered with the Ministry of Magic, what does he practice Animagistu?
How could it be possible to register! ?
It was past midnight, and the castle was quiet. Fortunately, there were torches on the walls, which could still provide Hera with light—at this moment, it would take a lot of effort for him to cast 'Luminescence'.

He moved to his office with small steps.

Suddenly Hera heard the rattle of a door knob and something burst out of a classroom in front of him.

It's Peeves.

He screamed with joy just seeing Hera's shadow.

"Let me see who this is, wandering around in the middle of the night, is it a first-year freshman? Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty, naughty, I should report to Filch, you will definitely be arrested by the annoying Filch."

"Shut up, Peeves, don't bother me!" Hera stopped walking and cursed in a low voice, "You don't want me to tell Bloody Barrow, do you? You know, he invited me to Nick's Deathday party."

Peeves' body froze, and he almost fell out of the air.He steadied himself in time to hover a foot above the corridor.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lestrange, it's all my fault, it's all my fault—I shouldn't bother you, please don't bother Lord Bloodman, Mr. Barrow, and your lord." He said sweetly, "Please forgive Peeves for this little joke."

"Get out!" Hera roared in a low voice. Although he regained some strength, his body still felt sore.

"Yes, I will," said Peeves, rising into the air again. "I hope you are doing well, Professor Lestrange, and I will not bother you." He quickly fled towards the end of the corridor after speaking.

Hera leaned against the wall panting heavily, he was a little tired.

"Damn it, the book never said that the first transformation would cause wizards such pain." Hera thought through gritted teeth.If possible, he must arrest the author and beat him severely.

Breathing heavily, he tried to get back to his office again.

At this time, Hera heard it.

"...tear you tear you.kill you"

It was that voice again, the cold, murderous voice I had heard on Hallow's Eve.

He staggered to a halt, gripped the stone wall, and listened intently, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit hallway for
(End of this chapter)