Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 211 Cooperation reached
Professor Luke seemed a little embarrassed, as if he had never seen a worse situation than this before.

"I think this might be a good idea." Professor Luke said hesitantly, he was not sure about Hera's attitude.

Hera showed a sly smile, "In that case, let's settle the score briefly."

"Calculate?"

"Yes, that's right, it is to settle accounts." Hera nodded, took out a notebook from her pocket, took out a quill, and lowered her head to do the calculations on it.

"Beauxbaton's monthly salary is 180 gold Galleons, and your monthly expenses after deducting potions are about"

After about two or three minutes, Hera finally finished writing. He tore the page out of the notebook and handed it to Professor Luke.

Professor Luke became dizzy when he saw the string of numbers on it. He threw the paper on the ground angrily, and spat fiercely, "Damn vampire! How could you do this? I don't even have five Galleons left over in a month!"

"Ha, that just proves that my calculations are quite accurate." Hera smiled indifferently, "I calculated this result after guaranteeing your expenses. As long as you pay sixty Galleons per month, I believe that your secret will be well kept, and no third person will know your little secret."

"You!" Professor Luke struggled to get up from the ground, and severely taught the guy in front of him, but as soon as he made a move, the tip of Hera's wand hit his neck.

"Better think about it carefully." Hera said playfully, "I think killing a werewolf professor will definitely not cause me any trouble. After all, I am still Mr. Nick Flamel's proud disciple, and Mrs. Maxime will definitely believe me. Unfortunately, at that time, she had to worry about finding an excellent Potions professor. I don't know if Professor Snape from Hogwarts is willing to come and help."

Hearing Hera's blatant threats, Luke's face turned pale, and he shouted in horror: "No—how could this be!?"

"Sorry, that's what I can do." Hera hugged her shoulders and smiled triumphantly. Who let me have his handle now?
"Okay, okay." Luke was silent for a long time, and finally his head drooped weakly, and he accepted all this in a low voice.

A sincere smile finally appeared on Hera's face, she stretched out her arm and patted Professor Luke's shoulder, and pulled his arm vigorously, pulling the weak Professor Luke up.

"Oh, why are you still sitting on the ground, get up, the ground is cold." Luke looked at Hera expressionlessly, and the anger in his eyes was almost materialized.But Hera was unmoved at all, "Let's go to the castle, it's already late, and we still have class to do tomorrow, so don't let the students see what's wrong."

"I have always been able to disguise very well." Professor Luke said coldly.

Hera helped him pick up the clothes that were put aside and handed them to him, "Quick, put on the clothes."

"My wand." Professor Luke strongly suppressed his anger.Even so, his voice was enough to scare the little wizard into tears.

"Oh, look at my memory, I even forgot such an important thing." Hera slapped her forehead suddenly, but she didn't have the slightest intention to return the wand.

Luke put on his clothes as if no one else was there, and he tried hard not to focus his eyes on Hera - lest he take the initiative to turn into a werewolf and kill Hera.

He was finally dressed, and Hera waved her wand lightly, restoring the open space to its original appearance, hiding the traces of Luke's previous destruction.

"I've said it a long time ago, your Galleons are definitely worth the money." Hera laughed.

Luke didn't say a word, he just took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and drank it. This is the recovery potion he prepared in advance, and it is used to restore physical strength after transformation, so as not to be unable to return to the castle. But right now, it seems that he wants to regain physical strength and have a good fight with Hera.

"Let's go back." Hera also noticed Professor Luke's malicious gaze, and he strode forward directly, leading Luke by several positions.

Hera was not an idiot who easily exposed his back to strangers. The wand in his hand never let go, but the hand was hidden in his pocket.

If Luke wanted to do something, Hera would keep him from seeing the sun tomorrow—a heavy stun spell.

All the way back to the square in front of the castle, Professor Luke didn't attack, he just stared at Hera with red eyes.

"Is it time to give me back my wand?" Luke said bluntly, the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees with his frosty tone.

Hera laughed and took out Luke's wand from his pocket, "Ah! My dear Professor Luke, how did I forget about this?" He scratched his head, "Hey, this is your wand, I protect it very well."

Luke took the wand and rubbed it hard on the cloak as if Hera had troll bodily fluids on her.

"I believe that Professor Luke will not forget what we agreed upon?"

"Humph!"

The two parted in front of the castle, and Professor Luke walked towards the stairs angrily. Fortunately, it was midnight, and Beauxbaton would not encounter any out-of-the-ordinary students in the night tour—or they just hid better—much more powerful than the stupid lions at Hogwarts.

The next day, everyone was surprised to find that Professor Luke had changed his clothes, and the silver cloak he used to wear, which was full of French luxury, was replaced by a simple, featureless black cloak. It was even more surprising, or horrifying, that Professor Luke seemed to have been ignited today. The powder keg was ignited, and the whole person was like a poisonous snake, crazily poisoning all the little wizards who made mistakes.

Even Madame Maxime's favorite student, Fleur Delacour, was ridiculed several times by his sarcastic remarks.

But Hera didn't understand all of this. He didn't have any classes scheduled today, so he didn't even go to the auditorium.He went straight to the principal's office, and Hera felt that he needed to be honest with Mrs. Maxim about some things.

"Madame Maxime, I really can't take it anymore."

"Huh?" Madam Maxim pinched the black teacup with her orchid fingers, "What's wrong? What made you feel so wronged? Tell me. Let me help you find a solution."

"Oh, Madam Maxime, I've been trying hard to integrate into Beauxbaton, but you know, I'm an English wizard, I've worked hard to learn French, and I've taught myself to post articles in order to correct students' homework. Now I can communicate with everyone in French smoothly, but you know—?"

(End of this chapter)