Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 208 Out of Control Bludger
"They were much better than us in the training match," Furong said. "It is undeniable. But I believe our performance today will be stronger than theirs. We have also trained very hard and have flown in various weather conditions."

Her words made the others' chests heave with excitement.

"Oh, Veela's talent." Hera thought so in her heart.

Not long after eating, Hera followed the big team to the arena. They just waited for a while, and the players of the two teams appeared on the stage, and there were cheers and applause everywhere.The referee was Beauxbaton's flying professor, but unfortunately Hera didn't know him, so he asked the captains of the two teams to shake hands.

"Listen to my whistle," he said, "three two one."

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, welcoming them to take off, and the fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.The two Seekers outsmarted the rest of the team, squinting and looking around for the Snitch—Fleur was the hitter, the one who hit the Bludgers to the opposing player.

Players are flying around the field, they are trying to score on the court, working hard for the trophy.

Suddenly, the Bludger flew directly towards Hera, and Hera was so startled that he quickly jumped towards the bottom of the stands.

The Quaffle seemed to be magnetically attracted, and chased him again, and Hera had to speed up desperately to escape.

It started to rain, and Hera felt big drops of rain hitting his face, and the Quidditch referee threw his broom to Hera, to give her a breather - so he could stop and say a spell to stop the Bludger.

Finally, when the Bludger was more than ten centimeters away from Hera, Hera controlled him.

"Someone tampered with - this - Bludger -" Hera said, standing on the ground in a rough dress. The Quidditch game had been forced to stop here, and the players all landed on the ground, and they looked at Hera worriedly.

"The Bludgers have been locked in the professor's office since the last practice, when they were all fine," Fleur said anxiously.

The Quidditch referee was walking towards them, and Hera could see the sneer on Professor Luke Millefler's face over his shoulder.

"Listen," Hera said, "the Bludgers have been enchanted. I don't know who did it. It's obviously not a kind gesture. I think the game needs to be stopped this time. We need to check all the balls and make sure they are safe."

The Quidditch referee nodded, stretched out his wand and tapped the field, and the Bludgers and Quaffles flew back into the box.

They planned to check it out, but Hera lost interest in watching the game. His good mood was messed up by Bludgers, especially the sneer on Professor Luke's face.

He didn't know where he offended him, how could this kind of accident make people laugh! ?

If it wasn't for him, if it was another student, he might already be lying in the school hospital.

The rain became heavier, and Hera braved the rain and returned to the castle.

"Learn a lesson, don't be so arrogant anymore." A person in the stands said through gritted teeth.

Hera was walking on the road to the castle, when he heard a whizzing sound behind his head, without looking back, he guessed that the Bludger was chasing him again.

With a backhand of "heavy obstacles", Hera hugged the lost Bludger tightly and walked back towards the court angrily.

"Hey! Your Bludger, have you really checked it?"

"Hmm," the Quidditch referee hesitated, "I think it's checked."

"I hope there will be no next time." Hera angrily stuffed the Bludger into his arms, turned and left angrily.

"This lesson. Is it enough?" A person in the stands looked at Hera's back and said sadly.

He went back to the castle, and finally no Bludgers came to attack him this time. He went straight back to bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, leaned against the window, and tried his best to read a French textbook.

After just looking at it for a while, he couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He desperately wanted to know who was going to attack him, but after thinking about it, the only and most likely candidate was probably Professor Luke, who was in charge of the Potions class.

"The more you take a step back, the more you think about it, the more you get angry." Hera shook off the quilt, cast a warming spell and disillusionment spell on herself, pushed open the door, and tiptoed towards Professor Luke's office.

Hera paused outside the door for a while, then he took a deep breath, took out his wand, pointed at the door lock and murmured: "Alahoh hole is open."

Unexpectedly, the door lock was opened just like that, and it was so easy that people couldn't believe it.

However, given that this was Beauxbatons, there were no stupid lions with obvious muscles in their brains, simple protection was understandable, but Hera didn't take it lightly.

He probed twice at one step, and groped in quietly.

It was a dark room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy specimens of animals and plants floating in colorful potions.In the middle of the room, the above potion was gurgling and boiling, and a cabinet in the corner contained a wolf soaked in the liquid, if the wolf was so tall.

Obviously this was a werewolf, who had been killed and humbled in the potion, contributing part of his strength to Professor Luke's potion business.

Hera's attention was all attracted by it, but he quickly came back to his senses. His purpose was to find out Luke's secret, whether he had cast a curse on the Bludger.

But apparently, it was clean, there wasn't even a coat rack, except for potions, and God knew where Luke would hang his cloak.

The necessary vigilance is still necessary, God knows if Professor Luke will set up some magical traps in the office.

So Hera carefully picked up a large copper spoon used to stir the potion, and cautiously opened the door of the cupboard, which was empty.

This disappointed Hera, and opened all the cabinet doors one by one, except for potions, which were still potions, or empty cabinets.

"What a miser, don't you have any personal belongings?" Hera curled her lips and gently exited the room.

But he didn't want to let Professor Luke go easily - because of his sneer.

Beauxbaton's students were still discussing the out-of-control Bludger, but a question came from nowhere and when.

Why does Professor Luke always wear a silver cloak?
It was said that he only had one cloak, and it was said that the house-elves were worried about him, because Professor Luke always wanted to wake up with a clean, neatly ironed cloak.

All because he didn't change his clothes.

This obviously caused Luke Milfler a headache, and he sat in his office secretly sad.

"Damn it, who... leaked the news?"

(End of this chapter)