Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 19 Arriving at Hogsmeade
"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will send you to the school."

The sound echoed on the train.

But Hera recognized it clearly, it was the voice of that damned, annoying saleswoman.

They are all house elves from Hogwarts carrying luggage, why do you think they are made by the Ministry of Magic?

Hera checked her pockets to make sure she hadn't missed anything, and then picked Garen up in her arms.

"Professor Hera." Harry looked a little pale.

"Just call me Hera, Harry." Hera looked at Harry 'sincerely', which unexpectedly relieved Harry's hanging heart.

"Well, Hera, I'm a little nervous." Harry was so nervous that the contents of his stomach turned up, and his lips turned white.

"Don't worry too much, someone will pick you up after you get off the car, just follow him." Hera blinked playfully, this trick he learned from Dumbledore, usually doing so will give people a sense of wisdom.

hope so.
"Oh, the person who picked you up should be Hagrid, you should be very familiar with it."

Harry nodded, but his face was still a little pale.

"Well, I remember buying some here before." Hera opened his small pocket and rummaged in it. He clearly remembered buying mints before, but why couldn't he find them.
"found it!"

Hera took out a small iron box with a cute cat painted on it.Painfully, he took out a piece of candy and handed it to Harry, "Come on, you won't be nervous if you eat some candy."

Harry took the candy and stuffed it straight into his mouth.

However, Harry didn't notice the small print on the mint package, and Hera didn't take the initiative to mention it.

"Produced by Fantastic Beasts, made in Australia, for Siamese cats."

The train stopped, and Hera led Harry to rush forward with the flow of people in the aisle. Thanks to Hera's domineering posture, it was not difficult for Harry to walk behind Hera.

Passengers pushed and shoved, rushed to the doors and descended onto a dark and small platform.

The cold night made Harry shiver. Hera rubbed Harry's hair and said with a smile, "Did you see Hagrid? Go find him. Freshmen take another route."

Harry raised his head and scanned the crowd, and without much effort, he saw Hagrid, who was about half a person taller.

A familiar voice called out, "FIRST YEARS! FIRST YEARS HERE! Nice to meet you, Hera, Harry? Come over here, how are you?"

Hagrid smiled on his bearded face and held a kerosene lamp in his hand.

Hera waved at Hagrid, but didn't go up to greet him. Hagrid still had the task of receiving freshmen, so she didn't bother him.

"Hera, I'll go first then," said Harry.

"Yeah." Hera nodded.

Looking at the back of Harry leaving with Hagrid, a smile appeared on the corner of Hera's mouth.

It seems that he has disguised himself well, at least the 'savior' has almost regarded himself as one of his own.

Sometimes, only by selling miserably can we better disguise ourselves.

And Hera never felt that this was a despicable method, as long as the goal was achieved, there seemed to be nothing that could not be done.

If the law does not prohibit it, you can do it. If the law prohibits it, then try to change it.

Hera tightened his cloak, and the damp and cold air made him feel a little cold. Thanks to the school's fish pond - the Black Lake, Hogwarts maintained a fairly humid environment all year round. Coupled with the temperature in the evening in September, Hera really couldn't make a good evaluation.

The self-ironing cloak did not apply a warming charm, and his ability to study magic patterns was not enough to engrave a heating magic pattern on the finished cloak again.

He could only tighten the cloak helplessly, and hugged Garen tightly in his arms.

Walking along the platform to the outside of the station, stepping on brisk steps and walking through the narrow doorway with the talking and laughing people around, to the road outside.

In the dark street outside Hogsmeade station were parked a hundred or so coaches, which carried students from the first year up to the castle every year.

Hera glanced at them quickly, pretending not to notice some of the animals standing between the shafts.

It was a Thestral, with no flesh at all, the black fur was tightly attached to the skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible.Their heads were like those of dragons, and their pupilless eyes were white and staring intently.Wings grew out of the hump of the shoulder bones—big, black, sturdy wings that looked more like they should have belonged to a gigantic bat.

Thestrals were once considered a sign of bad luck, as they could only be seen by those who had seen and understood death.

Hera picked an empty carriage at random and got in. There was a musty smell in the carriage. Hera pinched her nose and put 'clean up' several times in a row before the air became barely breathable.

"I'm sorry, is there still space inside?" A female voice sounded.

Hera looked coldly at the three people standing outside, and one of them had red hair that was too dazzling even at night.

Before Hera could speak, the door of the carriage was opened, and a young wizard who obviously didn't look like a native of England and was full of exotic oriental style boarded the carriage.

"." Hera sighed, but in the end she didn't say anything, she hugged Garen tighter, moved aside again, and let the girl sit down.

He turned his head and glanced out of the window. After two years of graduation, he got into the carriage again, and his mood was still a bit complicated.

Immediately behind her was a senior girl with chestnut hair and a boy with red hair.

It's just that when they saw Hera, they were obviously stunned for a moment, but the little girl with an oriental appearance said playfully:

"Are you a senior? I don't think I've seen you before? I'm Qiu Zhang, a first-year and second-year student of Ravenclaw!"

The chestnut-haired girl tugged at her cuffs, and asked in Qiu Zhang's doubts, "Senior Lestrange?"

When Hera heard someone calling her name, she originally wanted to be a transparent person, but unexpectedly she was cueed?
He looked at the girl in front of him.

Well, 8 points, C
do not know.

"I'm Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw. I didn't expect it to be you, the senior!" Penelope said with a smile. After speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief and seemed very happy.

But the red-haired guy was in a hurry, he was indeed the stupid lion of the Weasley family!
What?How do you know it's the Weasley family?

With red hair and freckles, it would be an oddity that he wasn't a Weasley kid!

"Lestrange" the boy drew out his tone, obviously the visitor was not kind.

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