Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 206 Luke Milfler
"It's not good, isn't it?" Hera asked back. The state of the students was similar to what he imagined. "It's unpleasant, and there is no way to break the spell, and there is no way to resist him. As far as people know, there is only one person who escaped this kind of spell, and that is Harry Potter."

The students in the class nodded thoughtfully, silently remembering the name in their hearts.

For them, Harry Potter is far less well-known than Grindelwald. It has to be said that Voldemort's structure is still too small, and he has not escaped from the British wizarding world from beginning to end.

"The Avada Kedavra requires a very powerful magic power as the basis—even so, you'd better not cast it on others." Hera reminded, but he knew that many of Beauxbaton's students were of mixed race. Just looking at their principal, Mrs. Maxime, you can know that Beauxbaton's policy is absolutely to teach no one.

That's too bad!

Hera believed that he would be imprisoned in Azkaban for teaching mistakes.

"Since you haven't broken the curse, why should I show you this? Because you have to understand, you have to be fully aware of what is the worst. You don't want to find yourself helpless when you encounter the situation you are facing now, don't you?" Hera said gloomily, which made the hairs of the whole class stand on end.

"Okay. These three spells—Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable Curse. Putting any one of them on a human being is enough to spend a lifetime in prison in Azkaban—do you know what Azkaban is?" Hera suddenly remembered that she was in France, and the students might not have heard of Azkaban. After confirming that they all nodded to understand Azkaban, she continued: "This is what you need to resist, and this is what I will teach you. You need to do it well. Prepare, you need to be on your guard. But most of all, you need to be on your guard at all times and never let up. Record it all."

For the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes, recording the three Unforgivable Curses.The classroom was quiet and no one spoke, which made Hera heave a long sigh of relief, and his poor French could be regarded as covering up.

Knowing that the bell rang and Hera announced that the get out of class was over, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions surged like a flood that had burst its mouth.Most of the students talked about the spells in awe-

It's a pity that Hera couldn't understand what they were saying.

But it doesn't matter, does it?
Hera picked up the three small glass bottles on the table, walked out of the classroom and rushed to her office.He only had one class today, after he finished the class, he would go back to the office to catch up on French, and practice oral communication with Beauxbaton's janitor Inas later.

He had to learn French anyway, otherwise he couldn't have graded the students' homework—even if he didn't intend to assign it.

It was only when Hera reached the fifth floor that he met Professor Milfler who was walking slowly upstairs with textbooks in his arms, and the passing students consciously gave him a rather generous space, as if he was carrying some germs on his body.

But it was obviously because Milfler's temper was not good, and everyone was avoiding him.

"Morning, Professor Milfler." Hera greeted, regardless of whether he responded or not, went down the stairs and walked away.

Milfler narrowed his eyes, his silver robe trembled, was he ignored just now?

Do not!
Not ignoring!

Instead, he was despised!
Even worse than being ignored.

"Hera Lestrange." Millefler said through gritted teeth.

The days of teaching always go by quickly, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. It is no longer difficult for Hera to communicate in French, but the French is still a bit difficult to recognize, but the commonly used vocabulary can still be understood.

In the evening, in the office.He had just closed his French textbook and was about to stretch out the window when he saw a figure sneaking across the square in front of the castle.That figure was wearing a black cloak with a hood covering his head. Hera couldn't identify who he was, but could only tell from his back that he was not a strong man.

"Huh? Who is it?" Hera was keenly aware of this figure, but when he looked up and saw the full moon hanging high in the sky, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​following up to check. "It's already this time, and what happens has nothing to do with me."

Mrs. Maxim attached great importance to Hera, and she sent a message to the students every week to find Hera to know about his situation.

"Hera, you have been in Beauxbatons for half a month. I wonder if you are satisfied with your stay here?" Mrs. Maxim held a teacup that was obviously several sizes larger than normal, and took a sip of the black tea—even though her sip was far more than that of ordinary people.

"Actually, I'm very satisfied with this place." Hera laughed. "Especially the rune horses raised outside the castle. I've always liked magical animals, especially this kind I've never seen before. Their silver manes are simply too beautiful."

"Oh, I'm glad you can appreciate their beauty." Madam Maxime seemed very happy, "I have been domesticating them all the time. They are extremely picky and only drink malt whiskey."

"I don't think that's a difficult task for you." Hera nodded and said, a principal can't even afford to raise a few horses.

Madam Maxim put down the black tea cup, "Of course, nothing can trouble Beauxbaton. By the way, have you ever seen Fleur?"

"Furong?" Hera couldn't think of this person for a while, mainly because he didn't name him at all.There is simply no way to match the student's name and length.

"That's right, it's the child with long silver hair and Veela blood." Mrs. Maxim smiled, seeming to attach great importance to this child.

Hera's brows widened. As soon as he mentioned silver hair and Veela blood, he understood that the co-author was the girl who made him lose face at the freshman dinner! ?

No wonder with his concentration, he couldn't help being intoxicated in it. In comparison, the other students were almost ashamed.

It was the first time Hera saw her, and she could barely keep her body moving. It was just that they hadn't seen each other for a holiday, and they couldn't hold it anymore?
"She is a very talented child, and she studies hard." Hera described it in more neutral terms, mainly because he didn't dare to look at that student much during class, and he really didn't have much impression.

"That's good"

　Thank you Master Zhanlu for your 2000 point reward! ! !
　　Will continue to work hard!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)