Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 180 Another two attacks! ! !

Hera followed Professor McGonagall back to the school and climbed up the marble stairs. Professor McGonagall led the way, without taking anyone's office, and went straight to the direction of the school hospital.

Hera suddenly had some bad premonitions, and as Professor McGonagall spoke, this ominous premonition was experienced.

"You're going to be a little shocked," said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly soft voice as they approached the hospital. "Another assault. Another double assault."

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open, and Hera walked in, followed by Harry and Ron, their mouths dry and their guts tumbling violently.

Madam Pomfrey was looking down at a sixth-year student with long curly hair, and Hera recognized the figure. It was Penelope Clearwater, the Ravenclaw prefect.

Well, Hera was not as shocked as he imagined, he was just a little bit regretful.

And on the bed next to Penello - Hermione Granger.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.

Penelope and Hermione lay there motionless, their dull eyes wide open.

"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't know if you know something, why aren't they on the Quidditch pitch? It's on the floor next to them." She held up a small round mirror.Hera shook his head, he hugged his shoulders, his eyes flicked back and forth between Penello and Hermione suspiciously.Harry and Ron's little heads were shaking like rattles, and they were staring at Hermione.

"Hera, let's escort them back to Gryffindor Tower together." Professor McGonagall said with a heavy heart, "Anyway, I need to emphasize it again."

"Please remember that all students must return to the common room of the college as soon as possible. No student is allowed to leave the dormitory building without permission. Every class is escorted by a teacher." Professor McGonagall said in a painful tone.

The students huddled in the common room, listening to Professor McGonagall silently. They already knew about the attack on Hermione and Penello.

"Okay, Hera, let's go back first." Professor McGonagall's eyes were rosy, and she tried her best not to cry.

Hera patted her on the shoulder with her hand. Hera knew what she was worried about—she was worried that the school might be closed.Although this is all for the safety of the students.

They crawled awkwardly through the portrait hole, and the two walked in the corridor in silence.

As they approached the third floor, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but said, "Hera, you know something, right?"

Hera took a deep breath and said lightly: "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I don't think I know much more than you."

"Okay." Professor McGonagall covered her face in despair, and she said in a voice that was almost suffocated: "I have never suffered like this before. I never thought that - Hogwarts will be closed one day. As long as - as long as we catch the criminals who planned these attacks, we will definitely be able to survive this crisis."

"Alas" Hera sighed softly, and gently hugged Professor McGonagall. Her body was not as tough as she had always shown, and she could even be said to be a little thin and thin.However, it is such a body that will always stick to the front line of Hogwarts.

"McGonagall taught Minerva, I think we will definitely find the real culprit, we also have the great Professor Dumbledore, and so many excellent professors, we will definitely catch the criminal, so that the students don't have to face danger anymore." Heralant said, he patted Professor McGonagall on the back lightly.

Professor McGonagall stood on the stairs and cried for almost two or three minutes before she slowly raised her head and pulled out an ugly smile, "Everything will be fine, right?"

"Yes, it will definitely get better." Hera said firmly.

She wiped the corners of her eyes, wiped away the tears, and said slightly apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Hera. I made you laugh. You know, I shouldn't have...shouldn't have done this."

"Everyone has moments of vulnerability. I just wanted to stand on the stairs for a while, and didn't see anything happen." Hera deliberately turned her head away, pretending to have a sudden interest in a portrait, so that Professor McGonagall had time to wipe away tears.

"Thank you, Hera."

"You should also rest earlier - to catch criminals, you also need enough physical strength." Hera pointed to her office, indicating that she was about to go back.

"Oh, of course, you should go back and rest quickly. I think you must be very sad to hear this news. After all, Penelope and Hermione are your favorite students." Professor McGonagall tried hard to find the words, and finally found a word that looked neutral.

Hera nodded and walked towards her office.Professor McGonagall looked at his back, sighed deeply, wrapped his cloak tightly and walked downstairs quickly.

In the evening, Hera went to bed as usual. He didn't wake up until after midnight. He put on a clean cloak and strode out of the office. He planned to patrol the corridors.

Meanwhile, Harry makes use of the one thing he inherited from his father: a long, silvery invisibility cloak.It was all up to him to sneak out and visit Hagrid without being seen.

It wasn't a pleasant ride through spooky corridors.Harry had wandered the castle in the middle of the night several times before, but had never seen so many people after the sun had set.Teachers, prefects, and ghosts patrolled the corridor in pairs, looking around for abnormalities.Harry's Invisibility Cloak didn't prevent him from making a sound, and when he stumbled down the stairs, Hera's body emerged from the corridor.

"Harry?"

Harry didn't answer.

Hera looked up and down the stairs suspiciously. He did hear something just now, either Harry Potter who never paid attention to school rules, or the damn heir to the Chamber of Secrets, or Black.

In short, it must not be a good person.

He narrowed his eyes, searching carefully for any suspicious signs.However nothing was found.

"Harry, is that you?" Hera asked again, and Harry was huddled just a few steps away from Hera, and Hera's words startled him—he thought she had spotted him.

Hera still didn't notice Harry's figure in the end, but it also made Harry's chest heave violently.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the oak door and gently pushed it open.It was a starry night, and he hurried up to the lighted window of Hagrid's place, until he was outside the door.

"who is it!?"

(End of this chapter)