Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 18 The Restless Compartment

"We were just changing, and why did you come in without knocking? Is this how you treat the professor?"

Hera said with a cold face, he would not be extra tolerant just because of a girl.

"Professor? I'm sorry, I thought you were just a senior. I didn't know you were doing it." The girl lowered her head, her tone sinking.

But Hera looked at her disheveled brown curly hair, and suddenly remembered the little wizard she stunned in Gringotts before.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Hera sized it up carefully, but after all, it had been a month since she went to Gringotts, her memory was a little fuzzy, and Hera was a little unsure if it was her.

"Okay, I hope this lady can maintain respect for others in the future." Hera interrupted the girl's apology unceremoniously.

"Yes, Professor."

The girl lowered her head, as if she had choked up her sobs.

"Okay, we should be almost at Hogwarts, you should go back and prepare." Although Hera considered herself a ruthless lover, she was still a little helpless in the face of the girl's tears.

Neville tugged at the girl's arm and pursed his lips.

The girl stubbornly refused to leave, and bowed deeply again, "I'm really sorry about what happened today, Professor, I'm Hermione Granger, and I hope you can forgive me."

Hera suddenly understood what it meant to be on pins and needles, and both Harry and Neville looked at her strangely, as if they were bullying Hermione.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, but please remember what I said, Miss Granger." Hera waved her hand irritably.

Really, I was just telling the truth, why do I look at myself with such eyes?

Now it's all right, my favorability in front of the 'savior' is almost lost, how can I get old Deng's favorability! ?

"Okay, Professor." Hermione raised her head very resolutely, but Hera could clearly see that her eyes were red.

Sure enough, he was still a child.
The compartment door was pushed open again, Hera clutched her forehead and looked out the window helplessly.

damn it!Can't you let yourself rest quietly?
Sure enough, he should Apparate to Hogsmeade with Quirrell instead of taking the train for granted.

Pushing open the door, three boys came in. Harry and Hera recognized the pale boy in the middle at a glance.

The boy was watching Harry with considerable interest, and Hera was ignoring him as she leaned her forehead out of the window.

"Is it true?" he asked. "The whole train is talking about Harry Potter being in this compartment. So that's you, isn't it?"

"Yes." Harry said, and he looked at the other two boys, both of them were chubby and very ugly, standing on either side of the little boy, one on each side, almost like a pair of his bodyguards.

However, the space in the compartment is really not big, almost half of their bodies are still in the corridor.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle." The pale boy caught Harry's gaze and said casually, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"That's enough, Draco, can you leave me alone?" Hera couldn't bear it anymore, listening to Draco's greasy voice, it was almost carved out of the same mold as Lucius.

Moreover, the compartment, which is not that big, can now accommodate 7 people, which has exceeded the number of people it can bear at this age!

"Huh? Lestrange?" Draco took a step back, recalling what his father had told him specifically, "Stay away from the Lestrange family, they are all lunatics!"

"My 'dear' nephew, I wonder if you can give me some space and let me have a good rest?" Hera looked at Malfoy in a very bad mood.

Why is it so difficult for me to gain some favorability with the 'Savior'?
From the abnormal reaction of the Weasley family at the very beginning, I finally managed to get over it, followed by the Auror from the Ministry of Magic disguised as a saleswoman, and then a few first-year little wizards. Is it because I have a good temper and won’t get angry?

Draco took a big step back, bumped into two of his followers, left only a "sorry", and hurried away.

Neville tugged on Hermione's cuff, and finally took Hermione away too.

Sitting in the cubicle that finally regained its tranquility, Hera breathed a sigh of relief, but the moment he saw Harry's eyes, he forcibly held back his breath.

"Uh..." Hera turned wildly in her mind, trying to find a suitable excuse for herself, but before he could think it through, Harry spoke:

"Professor Hera, you are such a brave man!"

"I'm not bad. What?" Hera suddenly couldn't believe her ears, brave?
Hehe, naive Harry, are you praising a sinister, cunning, philistine Slytherin standard graduate for being brave?
Oh my God!I really heard it right, Mei Lin, I made a mistake in the strategy, have I still maxed out my favorability?

"I think you are a brave person." Harry repeated, and the emerald pupils were fixed on Hale, and the trust in them was almost overflowing.

Hera almost couldn't help but tell the truth—in fact, I want to kill you, and then kill Lao Deng.

Hera put her arms on the table, slightly covering her face with her palms, and tried her best not to let Harry see her smile. This is so funny, how could she be praised for her bravery?
I'm afraid it wasn't for Salazar who was going to climb up from the ground, grab Harry's collar and ask him how he looks like a stupid lion.

"You dare to say no, unlike me, who has always been bullied by my uncle and aunt." Harry said dejectedly, as if recalling some bad memories, "I hope I can become a brave person like you in the future and stick to my principles."

Hera bit her tongue tightly, trying not to make herself laugh out loud,

"Don't worry, kid, Hogwarts is such a place. Believe me, you will definitely spend an unforgettable study life here."

Hera looked up and gave Harry a bright smile, that sunny look.But if someone who is familiar with him sees it, he will probably spit it out directly.

When Hera showed you his destructive smile, he must have dug a big hole and waited for you. ——by the Greek guy who was pitted by Hera in 1990 with a hippogriff.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Okay, kid." Hera glanced out the window, it was already dark, and he saw mountains and woods under a deep purple sky.

The train also seemed to slow down.

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