Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 207 The Panic Furong
"Next year, I want her to participate in a competition. I hope you can help me pay more attention to her." Mrs. Maxim said, "She may be the key figure for Beauxbaton to win the championship."

"Oh, of course, I will pay attention to her." Hera said with a smile, but it is unknown what she thinks in her heart.

"Okay, then you can go back."

"As you wish." Hera breathed a sigh of relief, and left the principal's office with light steps. He didn't like to face Madam Maxime alone so much. Her aura was too oppressive, far better than Dumbledore's—probably due to her exaggerated figure.

Soon, the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts became a subject loved by most people because of Hera's unique teaching style, even Fleur Delacour agreed with it.

"Professor Lestrange's accent from England is so charming." Fleur said to her friend in this way, which broke the heart of the boy who heard the words, and at the same time secretly made up his mind to learn Hera's pronunciation.

Hera was surprised to find that more students took the initiative to chat with him in English, and he thought they were accommodating his new professor—fortunately, he didn't know the truth.

But apart from boys, girls also paid a lot of attention to Hera. Hera's handsome appearance, handsome appearance, and handsome appearance all attracted their attention.

Even if Hera's next few classes were as lively and interesting as the first class, they still couldn't focus on the course content taught by Hera.

After the three Unforgivable Curses, Hera led the students to study the Boggart and the Red Hat. Boggart is believed to be familiar to everyone, but the Red Hat is a little guy with a strong desire to attack. They are unpleasant like monsters. Wherever someone is bleeding, they are lurking somewhere. In the main building of the castle, in the potholes of the deserted battlefield, they are waiting to attack those who are lost.From the red cap they went on to the kaba, a crawling aquatic creature that looked like a scaly monkey with webbed feet, busily strangling the waders who walked in their ponds at ignorant depths.

For Hera, teaching at Beauxbatons was not a very difficult task, especially since Mrs. Maxim offered quite generous remuneration.

After overcoming the communication barrier in French, Hera was even more comfortable, if Professor Milfler didn't always make faces with him.

As a matter of fact, Professor Milfler would put on anyone but Madame Maxime.

Hera often went to the stables in front of the castle. He was very interested in the rune horses—wondering how much the materials for the rune horses cost on the black market?
However, Mrs. Maxim took good care of the rune horse and didn't give Hera a chance at all, which also caused him a headache.

When Hera was distressed, he received a letter from Penello.

"Hera, there's Sirius Black again, he broke into Hogwarts and made a big fuss in the school - on the day we had the Quidditch match, the dementors were still patrolling outside the school, I think it would be better without the dementors, anyway, they can't catch Black. The new Professor Lupine takes your place. He is not at all handsome as you. His robes are patched and frayed, but he is also very interesting. I think we can be together when I graduate next year. Yes, I miss you so much~~~"

Hera closed the envelope and gently rubbed her temples. She didn't expect that Black guy hadn't given up yet. He thought that he had given up his plan to attack Harry when he disappeared last year. It seemed that he was really 'loyal'!

But it seems that it is necessary to write back to appease Penello, at least let her keep her mouth shut and don't tell the location of Black's old house.By the way, tell her how to protect herself from dementors—just use the Patronus Charm.

Simply writing a 'love letter' almost three inches long, Hera stuffed it into the letter box on the owl's leg and let the owl fly away in the dark.

At the beginning of October, there was a rare excitement in the school. Beauxbatons' Quidditch season approached, and the students started practicing on the court three times a week.It was getting colder and wetter, and the nights were getting darker.But no amount of mud, wind or rain can shake the students' faith: the Quidditch trophy.

Hera is also happy to see the students training. He often sits on the grass to admire their flying postures, and Furong is one of them.

"Kids, come on, your skills are even worse than that of a second-year wizard I once saw!" Hera shouted, his words angered the students, but they dared not speak out, and could only stare at Hera with angry eyes, among which Furong was the most beautiful.

"Harry Potter, he flies much better than you guys. He once caught the Snitch in less than five minutes, and he once caught the Snitch on a broom that was out of control."

Hera still recognized Harry's flying talent, probably it was a family inheritance, I heard that his father, James Potter, was also the captain of the Gryffindor team.

"Professor, why don't you give it a try?" Fu Rong said angrily, she threw the broom heavily on the grass beside her, and sat directly beside Hera.

Hera moved to the side, he was a little too close to Furong, and could even smell the fragrance of shower gel on Furong's body, "Ahem, do you have to fly well to be able to evaluate Quidditch?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Rong spread her hands and pouted her mouth. Her cute appearance made Hera almost lose control again.

He stretched out his hand and knocked Furong's head heavily. With her puzzled and surprised expression, Hera slowly said: "If I have the opportunity to go to Hogwarts, I will definitely show you what real flying is. Your skills. Tsk."

"Hmph." A cold snort sounded from her delicate nostrils, Furong straightened her cloak and stood up, "Let's step up our training, this is the best plan we can think of, lest some people look down upon us."

Hera raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

On Saturday morning, Hera woke up very early, just checked the time, it was still very early for the Quidditch match, and lay down on the bed for a while.He was looking forward to it, it was a completely different experience from Hogwarts.

Hera lay down for another half an hour, then got up, dressed, and went downstairs to breakfast.When he arrived at the auditorium, he found that the members of the two teams were crowded in front of the long dining table, each of them looked nervous and taciturn, completely different from the other students who were chatting and laughing and preparing to watch the game.

I only heard Furong say: "."

(End of this chapter)