Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 170 Cat-Eared Lady Hermione Granger

"What can't come out?" Hera knocked on the door panel with her hand, looking at the appearance of Harry and Ron, the compound potion was obviously brewed successfully, there is no reason for Hermione not to come out.

"No—really can't—I can't go out like this—" Hermione's voice was sharp and abnormal, which made Hera suddenly have some bad premonition.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, puzzled.

"Hermione, what's the matter with you?" Hera asked through the door.

"I - I - you told Harry and Ron to leave, I didn't want them to see -" replied Hermione, who was already sobbing.

Hera turned around helplessly, and he sternly yelled at Harry and Ron. Uh no, it should be Goyle and Crabbe now, "You two are waiting for me outside. Before I take Hermione out, I don't want to see you at the door."

Harry replied with his head down, and they opened the bathroom door carefully and stood in the hallway.

Hera knocked on the door softly and said to Hermione inside, "Hermione, come out, they have already left."

"Go away! Don't! Leave me alone!" Hermione said sharply.

Hera frowned, and he went to another compartment to search for Myrtle, "Hermione, if you don't come out, I'll let Myrtle go in to find you."

"Hey, just wait and see." Myrtle suddenly flashed out from a crack in the door of a single room. Hera had never seen her so excited. "It's terrible, it's really terrible. I've never seen such a terrible situation."

Then the lock slid open and Hermione appeared, weeping, her robes pulled up over her head.

"What's the matter?" Hera said uncertainly, "Is there something wrong with the potion? It shouldn't, it has worked on both Harry and Ron."

Hermione let the robe fall, and Hera took a step back involuntarily, almost slipping and falling to the ground.

Her face was covered with black hair, her eyes had turned yellow, and two long pointed ears protruded from her hair.

"That's a cat's hair, Hera," she cried piteously. "I was going to be Millicent--Millisian must have had a cat! I got a cat's hair from her dress!"

"The polyjuice potion is not used to transform animals." Hera stared at Hermione, and seeing Hermione's appearance, he almost laughed out loud.Although this made Hermione very sad, it had to be said that she looked a little funny like this.

"You will be laughed at forever," said Myrtle cheerfully.

"It's okay, Hermione," Hera said quickly, and he stretched out his hand towards Hermione, "I'll take you to the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey will definitely heal you."

It took Hera a long time to persuade Hermione to leave the bathroom.Moaning Myrtle laughed gleefully and rough, which made Hera quicken her steps.

Supporting Hermione who covered her face with her robe, Hera suddenly asked an important question.

"Damn it, where are the two little guys?"

Hera's footsteps stopped, and Hermione, who was supported by him, almost fell down.

"Hermione, what are you going to do? You specially made a polyjuice potion. I don't think it's an after-school practice for Potions class, right?" Hera looked Hermione up and down questioningly.

Hermione faltered and couldn't answer for a moment, she just started crying again.

"Okay, okay, I'll send you to the school hospital first, you'd better hope that the two of them don't cause any trouble." Seeing her appearance, Hera knew that she didn't want to answer his question.

Madam Pomfrey reprimanded Hera severely at the end. It is definitely his negligence as a professor that he let such an accident happen to the students.

Regarding this, Hera could only smile helplessly. Speaking carefully, it was true that he did not stop Hermione. He intended to teach them a lesson, but he did not expect such an accident to happen.

To some extent, Hermione has indeed learned a lesson, and it is estimated that she will have a shadow on Compound Potion in the rest of her life.

When Madam Pomfrey turned around to get the potion, Hera asked in a low voice: "So, now, can you tell me where those two idiots have gone? They shouldn't be going to the Slytherin lounge, right? Could it be that they want to cause some damage there?"

Hermione covered her face, on the one hand, she didn't want other students to see her current appearance, on the other hand, she couldn't believe that Hera thought so.

"Hermione, I need you to tell me your plan in full." Hera held Hermione's shoulders tightly and sat sideways on the hospital bed. "Do you know what's going on now? It's not a time when you can mess around. We haven't caught the attacker yet, and Black is also waiting for an opportunity to break into Hogwarts. Do you know what kind of danger you are facing?"

Hermione sobbed softly again, and her crying attracted the attention of the students in the next few beds, but because of the cover of the bed curtain, they couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

"They—they said they were going to find Malfoy—we wondered if he was the heir to the Chamber of Secrets—we all thought he was the most suspect—" Hermione cried, big tears rolling down her eyes, but not down her collarbone as expected, and into the thick hair on her face.

"So, you guys used Polyjuice Potion and pretended to be Draco's two henchmen?" Hera let go, almost laughing at the thought of their three children.

There was something wrong with Draco, couldn't the school staff see it?

Draco didn't have any major flaws other than his bad temper, strong racism, being too pale, and too much hairspray.

"The two of them transformed into Malfoy's two servants, and I became that Millicent. We plan to trick Malfoy, he must know who the heir to the Chamber of Secrets is." Hermione cried bitterly, which made many students lean over worriedly.

"Okay, I think I get it." Hera nodded, parted the bed curtain, and strode away from the school hospital.

The students looked at each other, not knowing what made the always gentle Professor Hera so angry. They tried to understand the situation from Hermione, but what they got was Hermione's crying.

She is still feeling sad about her failed transformation, girls—even female schoolmasters—love beauty.

Hera trotted all the way to the underground Slytherin lounge. He didn't know the password, even if he was a professor, he couldn't order the portrait to make way for him.

"Password." The figure on the portrait covered his face with a hat, and spit out the word indifferently.

Hera was so angry that she hammered on the portrait several times.

"Give up, I will make way for you only when you say the correct password." The person in the portrait changed his posture, turned around, and turned his back to Hera.

　I went to the hospital again today, and went back to the archery later to sit for a while, but was dragged out for dinner again.The update is a little late, but there must be an update today!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)