Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 164 The Genealogy of the Gaunt Family

A Muggle town with just one empty tavern and a few houses that looked deserted for a long time.And in a remote corner of this remote town, in a small, untidy stone house in the garden, the fire in the fireplace is burning vigorously.

There was the sound of crackling and burning firewood, and a sexy mature woman nestled in a chair by the fireplace, and there was a slight snoring sound from her nostrils.

And in the inner pocket of her cloak, a note vibrated slightly, and two lines of text flowed on it.

It's just a pity that she missed this message.Maybe when she took out the note again, she would see the content on it.

Hera waited in the office for half an hour but didn't get a reply, so she went back to the bedroom angrily, planning to see Leni's reply tomorrow morning.

Of course, he had put the note on the bedside table.

The lights went out, and the handwriting on the note glowed brightly.

"Need the genealogy of the Gaunt family."

Then, after an unknown period of time, the self above disappeared, and a short word appeared again.

"Have."

Leni only saw the writing on the note in the middle of the night. She hesitated for a long time, moving her fingers repeatedly between her lips and teeth, and finally wrote the word on the note with her finger dipped in lipstick.

"Bullshit, I wish you luck."

After that, she tightened the cloak on her body, and flicked the extinguished burning fireplace with her magic wand.Pushing open the door, and walking towards a certain snow mountain, heavy snow like goose feathers fell all over in a short time.

The first time Hera woke up was to check the note, and when he saw the words on it, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He picked up the quill and wrote a line of words lightly on it, then carefully put the note into a small pocket inside the cloak, which he had specially sewn into the cloak to hold the most important things.

He was so eager to see the genealogy of the Gaunt family, how he wished to see that the Gaunt family had married the Lestrange family.

Only such a way can explain why he can speak snake language.

Another possibility. Hera didn't dare to think about it.

He even thought that idea was too crazy.

It's just that his heart was unconsciously thinking in that direction, the man who can make Bellatrix admire is probably the only one
Shaking his head vigorously, he tried to shake this terrible idea out of his mind, but the result was not what he wanted, which even made him a little nervous——

Especially the whispers of the students at breakfast:

"There was another attack. I heard it was the unlucky Finlay. He was frightened by Potter yesterday, and he was attacked later."

"Caught him on the spot!"

"I bet he's very happy with his 'masterpiece'!"

"It's over."

Hera raised her head. He stayed in his room last night and didn't go out. He didn't know what happened outside.

Clearly, yet another attack.

Professor McGonagall stood up, her face tensed, and slowly took out a roll of parchment from her pocket.

"Anyway, I have something to say to you," said Professor McGonagall with a heavy heart. "All students must be in their house common room by six o'clock in the evening. No student is allowed to leave the dormitory building after this time. Every lesson is escorted by a teacher. No student is allowed to use the bathroom without a teacher. All Quidditch practice and competitions will be postponed. No activity in the evening."

The students huddled together in groups of three or five, but silently gave way to Harry's trio, and they silently listened to Professor McGonagall's speech.She rolled up the parchment she had just read, and said in a stifled voice, "Actually, needless to say, I've rarely been in this pain before. There's a good chance the school will close unless the perpetrators of these attacks are caught. I urge everyone who thinks they know something to come forward."

Lockhart raised his hand.

Professor McGonagall's facial features were crowded together, showing a very puzzled expression, but she still nodded to let Lockhart speak.

"What I want to know is whether the Dueling Club will also be cancelled?" Lockhart's expression was quite unnatural. It was the first meeting yesterday, and he was told that it would be canceled the next day. This was a huge blow to him.

His complexion is simply terrible, and no one can't believe that he is as haggard as a ghost.Four months of teaching life had ruined him to this point.

Of course, Lockhart also had reasonable reasons, and he tried hard to find an excuse to try to convince Professor McGonagall. "I think, let the students master some fighting skills—even if they encounter danger, at least they still have the ability to protect themselves."

"I think I said notice." Professor McGonagall replied angrily, "I will not put students in danger. Hogwarts is closed-even if it will make me very painful, but I care more about the safety of students."

"Of course, I'm also thinking about the safety of the students." Lockhart sat down with a smile.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely awkward, no one laughed at Lockhart at the moment - everyone was shocked by Professor McGonagall's words.

Especially Harry, who couldn't even keep his mouth shut until now.

The spoon in Hera's hand was spinning in the soup in front of him, even a small vortex appeared inside, but he didn't pay attention at all.

Lockhart was sitting next to him, and he smelled a familiar stench, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Lockhart left in a hurry after eating a few casual bites, not giving Hera too much time to remember.

Hera squinted at his back, pursing her lips lightly.

Lockhart was suspicious, a little too obvious.

He followed Lockhart silently. If I remember correctly, Lockhart was going to give a lesson to the second-year wizards today.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the third floor, not far from Hera's office.

Hera found a corner and sat down quietly waiting for the class bell to ring.

The little wizards came in almost by stepping in, and when they saw Hera, they had happy smiles on their faces.

"Professor Hera, we miss you so much."

Hera shook her head and interrupted the little wizard. He remembered the little wizard in front of him.If I remember correctly, it should be Miss Parkinson of Slytherin, another follower of Draco.

"Miss Parkinson, I think the current professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is Mr. Lockhart. You should hope that this will not be heard by him." Before Hera finished speaking, the door was pushed open roughly.

Lockhart bowed his head and walked towards the podium with heavy steps
"I was wrong! I was wrong! I was always wrong!"

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