Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 212 The Unexpected Appearance of the Big Black Dog
"—But do you know how miserable I have been these days! I've had enough of bouillabaisse, Madame Maxime." Hera wailed hoarsely, and those who heard it were really sad and those who saw it shed tears.

"Uh, it's just this problem?" The teacup in Madam Maxim's hand couldn't hold it steady, and almost fell from her hand, "That's it?"

"That's it."

"Well, then what do you want to do? Beauxbaton's house elves don't know how to cook English cuisine. It would be a disaster for them to try rashly." Mrs. Maxim said with fear, as if she had tried this before.

"I have a house-elf I know, and I hope Beauxbatons can give it a place where it can take care of my daily life."

"Of course, as long as you can bring it to Beauxbatons." Madam Maxim simply agreed to Hera's request. After all, it is not a bad thing for Beauxbatons, and it can also improve Hera's work enthusiasm - food can stimulate people's passion the most.

"Thank you, Madam Maxim." Hera nodded and left the principal's room with a slight bow.

"Yeah!" Hera clenched her fists secretly, "We can take Kreacher to Beauxbatons, and the next step is to go back to London."

Later that day, almost as Hera had just left the principal's office, a man wearing a cloak suddenly appeared in Grimmauld Square in London, but everyone seemed to have ignored him, and continued on their original route.

"Eh? Why is there a wild dog here?" Hera looked suspiciously at the big black dog squatting in front of the door. It always looked familiar, but he didn't take it seriously. He kicked it on the buttocks to let the steps out. Hera stepped up the stairs and entered the old house of Black located at No. 12 Grimmauld Square.

Looking at Hera's back, a "man" roared madly in his heart: "Damn it! How could he go in! Damn it, that's my home! Damn Lestrange!"

Sirius Black, that big black dog, was yelling at the wall between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place at the moment, and all the passers-by looked sideways, but turned their heads away quickly.

"That dog is crazy, stay away from him, so as not to come over and hurt people." Everyone thought so.

Blake sprints toward the wall, head thumping, "Damn, this is my home"

The result is naturally no effect, and it can even be said that there is no other explanation than a bit ridiculous.

However, Hera heard the sound, and he stood in front of the window on the second floor, holding a glass of milk that Kreacher had just warmed, and stared down at the big black dog.

"It's really interesting, an unregistered Animagus." Hera said with a smile, "Kreacher, the milk is a little cold, warm it up for me."

Casually sent Kreacher to heat the milk, Hera went down the stairs again, he didn't have any urge to communicate with the big black dog downstairs.

Could someone who knows, or once knew the location of Black's old house, be a good wizard?
It must be those dark wizards who once made good friends with the Black family!

Hera walked to the other end of the room on the first floor, lifted the moldy curtain, and there was Mrs. Black.Her skin was sallow, but she stopped drooling, and the black pointed hat on her head was also placed on her head.

"Blake."

"Please tell me." Mrs. Black rolled up her skirt, trying her best to make an elegant and noble move, but no matter how you looked at it, it was extremely funny.

"Kreacher, I need to take it to Beauxbatons."

"As you wish." Mrs. Black snapped her fingers, and with a smack, Kreacher appeared dirty.

Fortunately, its greatest ideal in life is to cut off its head and stick it on a plaque like its mother did. Kreacher obeyed Mrs. Black's words as an edict, directly agreed to Hera's request, and even cheered for having a job.

Hera could only smile helplessly at this, and praised them bluntly.

"The Lord Dark Lord will remember your contributions, and when he returns, you will all."

Even Hera herself couldn't believe such words, but Mrs. Black and Kreacher believed them [-]%.

Reluctantly going back upstairs - Mrs. Black started screaming again with excitement, and Hera stood in front of the window with the reheated milk, quietly admiring the flow of people in Grimmauld Square.

Then he saw the big black dog, a big dog with pale eyes and jet black fur.

It obviously didn't give up, and was still vigorously hitting its head towards No. 12, Grimmauld Place, but it didn't have any impact on Hera except for leaving bruises and blood on his head.

It should be said that the Fidelity Curse is indeed the best secrecy spell, isn't it?
Even if an intruder sticks his nose to the glass of the living room, he will never discover the real location of the room.

"What a persevering guy." Hera took a sip of the milk, and the mellow and sweet milk poured into her heart, "This is really good milk, Kreacher did a really good job."

After about three quarters of an hour, the big black dog finally gave up, and the milk in Hera's hand was replaced by coffee at some point—probably when he was yawning in boredom.

The big black dog seemed to give up, but its eyes were still staring in the direction of 12 Grimmauld Place.He was lying on the ground, his legs drooping weakly.

"Okay, it looks like we can go down and have a look. Kreacher, help me subdue him." Hera threw the coffee cup aside casually, and Kreacher quickly picked up the quilt that was about to fall on the floor spread, disappeared on the spot with a bang, and then appeared next to the big black dog. With a snap of his fingers, several ropes sprang out from nowhere around him, trying to restrain the big black dog.

It tried its best to pounce forward, trying to escape Kreacher's magic, but it seemed to have failed. It whimpered and circled in place, bound by the rope.

"Hehe, let's see who this is?" Hera walked out of Black's old house with a chuckle, and suddenly appeared in front of the big black dog.

The big black dog's eyes widened, and it whimpered meaninglessly.

"Animagus appears!" Hera murmured, pointing the tip of her wand at the big black dog.

A scruffy man emerged, with a mess of dirty, tangled hair hanging down to his elbows; he might have been a corpse if his eyes hadn't shone in their deep, dark sockets; the waxy skin clinging to the skeleton of his face looked like a skull, and he stared coldly at Hera, gasping for air, his teeth bared.

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(End of this chapter)