Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 209 Terrified Penello

It wasn't until the eve of Halloween that Hera suddenly remembered the "meeting" he had made with Penello. The date was set on Halloween night. Everyone went to Halloween, and the common room happened to be empty.

But obviously there is no rush, the Halloween dinner is always great, Hera still wants to try it, the hallway has a sweet and tempting smell of grilled fish early on, and what's even better, Hera can barely understand French at last - he specially left homework several feet long for the students during the Halloween holiday, which is used as a normal grade.

Obviously Hera slapped her in the face, but he didn't care at all.

The Halloween dinner was still not to Hera's taste. God knows how much he wanted Kreacher and Cowper to teach Beauxbaton's house elves what is really delicious!

After enjoying the Halloween dinner at a fairly fast speed, Hera returned to her office almost as quickly as possible, pinpointed the time, took out the bag she had prepared earlier, picked up a pinch of shiny powder from it, walked to the stove, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a whoosh, the fire turned green and rose higher than Hera.He stuck his head into the flames and whispered, "Hogwarts Ravenclaw common room."

Hera thought she could speak clearly, at least when he felt a sense of dizziness, he could already see Penello, she was wearing pink pajamas, sitting in front of the fire.

Penello sat in an armchair in front of the fire and waited early. Today, she was supposed to follow her friends to the auditorium to enjoy the dinner, but because she had an appointment with Hera, she could only lie that she was unwell and stayed alone in the common room.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the fire in the fireplace.On a table nearby, there was Penello's letter of intent for graduation, which was blank, and Penello didn't tick any of the options.

Penello turned his gaze back to the fire, and jumped up suddenly.

Hera's head stood upright in the flames. If Penello hadn't lived in the magical world for six or seven years, she would have been scared out of her wits.At this moment, not only was she not afraid, but she had a smile on her face, which was perhaps the first time in so many days.She climbed out of her chair, knelt down by the fire, and said, "Hera—how have you been?"

Penello's appearance was different from Hera's memory.The last time they said good-bye, Penelope's face was beautiful and radiant--but now, Penelope's face was thin and haggard, and her hair was disheveled and clung to her head awkwardly.

"Leave me alone, what's wrong with you?" Hera said seriously, "How did you become like this?"

"I—" Penelope dared to say "very well,"—but she couldn't.Before she had time to stop herself, she had already started talking endlessly.It seemed like it had been days since she had spoken so briskly—Hera couldn't get in.

She talked about going to Hogsmeade and meeting dementors, playing Quidditch and meeting dementors.
Anyway, encountering dementors in all kinds of unexpected places, it seems that the Ministry of Magic prefers schools to be closed.It wasn't just her, the students at Hogwarts were about to be driven crazy by the dementors, but they couldn't do anything about it, because Black was indeed a hidden danger, he always seemed to be able to enter Hogwarts.

This year's situation is no easier than last year.

"...I really miss your days at school. When you were here, we didn't have to worry about this at all." Penello ended her words in despair.

Hera looked at her quietly, her eyes full of concern.There were so many slots in Penello's words that he didn't know where to start for a while.So he has been listening patiently, without interrupting, until Penello finished speaking by himself, fell silent, and then he said:

"Don't worry about the dementors, we can deal with them, Penelope, we'll talk about this later - there are more important things than this - I must remind you."

"What is it?" Penello asked, her mood seemed to be a little bit angry because of Hera's attitude-he didn't even care about my being frightened!
"It's Harry Potter." Hera said, "Penello, you must stay away from Harry Potter. Although he is the savior, there will always be various strange things around him. You must stay away from him."

"However, junior Potter has always been very kind. Even if there was some misunderstanding, it turned out to have nothing to do with him in the end." Penello looked puzzled.

"But what about the people around him?" Hera curled her lips. "The closer people are to him, the more vulnerable they are. I bet the Basilisk didn't want to petrify you last year. It just wanted to petrify Granger."

"Ah this."

"Promise me, stay away from Harry Potter." Hera emphasized again.

"Okay." Penello said slowly, thinking to himself: "He still doesn't think of caring about me."

"By the way, that's the dementor," Hera said, and he couldn't help but speed up his speech. He was about to hear the voice from Penello, as if someone was coming back. "All you need is a Patronus Charm. If you don't know how to learn it, then go to Professor Dumbledore and tell you that I told you, and he will arrange for the professor to teach you."

After Hera finished speaking, she hurriedly disappeared from the flames, because he had already seen someone push open the door of the common room.

Penelope hurriedly got up and blocked the fire-if someone saw Hera's face appearing inside the walls of Hogwarts, it would definitely cause an uproar, and it would be difficult for Penelope to explain to everyone why she would contact Hera, even if everyone knew they were together.

Penello only heard a soft crackling sound from the fire behind her, and she knew that Hera had left, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Hera pulled his head out of the fire. He bent over for a long time, his body was a little stiff, and he walked to the window to move his body.

That figure appeared again.

The figure carefully crossed the square in front of the castle, and walked towards the other side of the sea of ​​flowers. It was a forest full of beautiful elves - completely different from house elves, although they were also called elves, maybe they were more like elves in Muggle fairy tales.

"Today, maybe you are unlucky, your plan is doomed to fail." Hera saw clearly the direction of the figure through the moonlight, quickly changed into a light shirt and short cloak, put a disillusionment spell and lightness spell on herself, and fell directly from the window to the front of the castle.

(End of this chapter)