Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 16 The Obnoxious Red Hair

"Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't know how to bring the luggage up." Harry sat in the compartment and thanked him.

Hera just looked at the crowd outside the car window with a chuckle and said, "It's okay, I believe there will be many people willing to help you."

A group of red-haired people walked by bustling outside.

Heh, even without looking closely, Hera knew it must be the Weasleys.

The poor Weasleys.
The door of the room was pushed open, and in came a tall, lanky boy with red hair, clumsy-looking, freckled, with big hands, feet, and a long nose.

"Is anyone here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Harry. "Everywhere else is full."

Harry glanced at Hera, seeing that he was still in a daze, Harry shook his head.

The boy sat down.He glanced at Harry and Hera, then immediately turned his gaze out of the window, pretending not to care.

Harry saw that there was also a dirt on the tip of his nose.

"Hey, Ron."

A pair of twin brothers also came.

"Listen, we're going to the middle car now. Li Qiaodan got the professor!"

They suddenly found Hera sitting by the window. They met once in the restaurant two months ago. At that time, everyone guessed that Hera was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the new school year. They didn't expect to see him again so soon.

"Huh?" Hera turned her head and looked at the twins with a little doubt in her eyes. Who are these two guys?

Harry, on the other hand, looked at the twins curiously. They were obviously the kind of people who lived in the magical world since they were young. Harry's face suddenly turned down.

Compared to the children of wizard families, he must be the worst student in the class!

"I'm just here to help Professor Quirrell. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is still Professor Quirrell."

Hera smoothed Shun Gallon's hair and explained calmly.

"Professor, we are Fred and George Weasley, and this is Ron, our little brother," said one of the twins.

Hera nodded, "Hera Lestrange." It was an introduction.

The twin brothers looked at each other, then said cautiously: "Then we won't disturb your rest."

Then he gave Ron a wink, but Ron couldn't help it, he just picked up his suitcase, dragged Ron and walked outside.

Looking at the compartment door being closed again, Harry could only say "goodbye" desolately.

For 11-year-old Harry, he wants to make a few friends more than the magical world.

Hera also noticed Harry's abnormality, so she casually put Garen aside, stared at Harry's forehead and said, "Don't worry too much, they don't hate you."

Harry raised his head and looked at Hera suspiciously, didn't he hate himself?
Is it annoying.?

"Yes, I'm the one they hate." Hera's tone seemed to be talking about an innocuous matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Hera, you are so obvious." Harry's expression was unbelievable. Hera is such a good person, why is she hated by others?

"It's all because of my family." Hera pursed her lips, not wanting to continue, and asked, "Harry, do you have a college you want to go to?"

"College!?" Harry exclaimed in a low voice, do you want to divide into colleges?

He always thought that Hogwarts, like Eton, had a class system, but he didn't expect there to be a college.

Harry's heart trembled suddenly, and he asked nervously, "What colleges are there?"

"The names of the four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin where I am. Each college has its own glorious history, but I think you are very likely to be assigned to Gryffindor."

Harry felt that he had never had so many questions as he did today, even when he met Hagrid that day.

"Your parents graduated from Gryffindor."

Hera paused, giving Harry a little time to buffer.

Harry was a little stunned. Since he learned the truth about his parents' death from Hagrid that day, it was the first time he heard about his parents from someone else.

"You mean my parents? Do you know them?" Harry's mind was a little heavy, and his eyes couldn't focus on Hera.

"No, no, I don't know them. It's just that I have heard about their deeds since I was a child, and they are about your age." Hera sighed, and he really didn't lie at all.

It's just that he didn't say something.
His sense of the Potters was not so good.

But in this situation, little Harry's tears were about to fall, and Hera really couldn't speak (it wasn't just to win Harry's trust).

The train had already left London, and they were speeding along the fields full of cattle and sheep. They were silent for a moment, and Hera watched the fields and pastures pass by.

There was a loud rattling noise from the aisle, and a woman with a smile on her face who looked after me pushed the stalls away and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy the car?"

Then her smile froze, and she asked a little puzzled, "Mr. Lestrange?"

"It's me, ma'am." Hera nodded, showing a friendly and perfect smile.

It's just that the woman was unmoved, and just said coldly: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Lestrange should have graduated."

Hera noticed that her hand was already in her pocket, and probably she had already clenched her wand tightly. She quickly explained, "Ma'am, don't worry, don't worry, Professor Quirrell invited me to help at Hogwarts. I'm taking the express to take care of your business again!"

The muscles on the woman's arms relaxed a bit, but she still seemed to be dubious about Hera's words.

"I will ask Professor Dumbledore and Professor Quirrell, I hope you are not lying, don't try to play tricks!" The woman noticed that there was a little wizard in the cubicle, and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Don't worry, they'll give the Ministry of Magic a satisfactory answer." Hera nodded. Wasn't it because Quirrell went to Dumbledore to explain to him by himself.

Counting the time, it's almost time to talk about it.

His status as a teaching assistant should also be confirmed.

Hera didn't want to admit that his purpose was actually to fulfill his previous dream, to wrap up the salesman's trolley!
This fish pond trolley, I, Hera, has it all!
"Ma'am, could you please bring me some?" Harry's voice was extremely ear-piercing in the quiet cubicle.

The philistine and hypocritical smile appeared on the woman's face again: "Okay, what do you like to eat?"

Seeing Harry sitting on the trolley and buying some of everything, Hera felt like crying.

When I was in school, I even had to work part-time during the holidays to barely make ends meet. Harry Potter was able to spend a huge sum of nearly 12 Sickles to buy snacks! ?
　The second update!There are quite a lot of plots in this place where the school starts, so I will lay down some keynotes. The changes in the subsequent school year will most likely start from September 9st.

　　Thank you big brothers for your rewards! ! !
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(End of this chapter)