Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 214 Fleur Delacour
"Finally it's done." Hera yawned. This night was really exhausting for him—he kept asking the same questions repeatedly, and kept recording and revising in the notebook.
Nothing could be more tormenting than this.

However, the results are still impressive, and Hera looked at the information she recorded with satisfaction.

Sirius Black, male, 33 years old, was born in the Black family, a pure-blood family that advocates extreme bloodism. Animagus is a huge black dog. He entered Hogwarts in 1971, graduated from Hogwarts-Gryffindor College in 1978, and joined the Order of the Phoenix in the same year.
James Potter's best friend, Harry's godfather, unregistered Animagus, and a long list of identities.

Maker of the Marauder's Map, Padfoot in the Marauders trio
P.S. With the arrogance of the Black family.

Hera wrote the last sentence extremely forcefully. He tried so hard to resist the urge to kill Sirius that the tip of his pen almost tore the paper.

Although Sirius didn't seem to be in a good condition, Hera decided to spare his life because of the value of the information he provided-mainly because he couldn't release the Killing Curse.

Of course, there are many ways to kill, but Hera just doesn't want to.

Although he was wandering on the edge of gray, he had never killed anyone with his own hands, and most of what he did was speculative.

After throwing Sirius out, Hera went back to bed and had a good sleep, until the sun had already burned his buttocks, and then slowly lifted the quilt.

"Okay, it's time to have breakfast, and it's time to go back to Beauxbatons." Hera covered her eyes with her hands, closed the curtains, and was about to ask Kreacher to bring him a breakfast, but her expression suddenly changed, "Damn it, there won't be any class today, right?"

"Damn it! It turned out to be a sixth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts, time—" Hera looked up at the wall clock, but it was in disrepair and had stopped swinging long ago.

"Kreacher!"

"Owner."

"Take me to Beauxbatons!!!"

Beauxbatons' Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the eighth floor.

The little wizards had already sat obediently in their seats and waited for the class bell to ring. The moment they saw Hera, the bell rang at the same time. It must be said that he stepped on the time really accurately.

"Good morning." Hera said, his clothes were disheveled and his tie was tied around his neck quite casually. Compared with the old days, he was almost slovenly. "Please put all the books back in the bag. Today is a practical class. You only need a wand."

Hera originally wanted to continue to lead everyone to learn magical creatures according to the original progress, but in Black's old house, Hera took Sirius to the attic to interrogate him in the middle of the night, and accidentally found a Boggart in the closet inside—he randomly stuffed it into a small pocket.

The whole class put the books back in their schoolbags. A few students exchanged surprised glances. They couldn't figure out what was going on now. They were already in the sixth grade. The practice class. Could it be that they were going to face a giant monster?Or is it a dragon?
Don't make funny jokes about magical creatures like red hats and water ghosts. Those are all lessons for lower grades. Even if Hermione is asked to come, she can talk about how to deal with it for hours.

"Then," Hera said, seeing that everyone had packed their schoolbags and got ready, "you follow me."

Puzzled but also amused, the class stood up and followed Hera out of the room.Hera had arranged for Kreacher to put the Boggart in the used bookcase in the classroom next to him.

Following Hera out of the classroom, walked forward along the corridor, turned a corner, and saw a small figure standing in front of the door.

"Dear master, it has been arranged according to your arrangement." After Kreacher finished speaking, he disappeared from everyone's sight with a bang.

There was a loud discussion among the students, "I have already said that, Lestrange is a noble pure-blood family, how could he not have house elves?"

"Professor Hera is really a rich wizard"

"Is Beauxbatons allowed to bring house-elves? I want to bring the family ones too."

"Oh, trust me, your mother would kill you, even if you were their only child, Scott."

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Hera turned his back to the little wizard, and he pushed open the door. Naturally, he heard their voices clearly, but there seemed to be some strange remarks mixed in.

"I, rich?" Hera herself was almost amused. If she hadn't acquired Black's old house by accident, and she didn't even have a home, would this be considered rich?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it!

"Come in." Hera said, opened the door, and took a step back.

It was a long room filled with old chairs out of sets.After the students had all entered the room, he closed the door behind him.

"Now, like this," Hera beckoned to the students, asking them to come to the front of the bookcase.This is a dilapidated bookcase, the paint surface is damaged, revealing the color of the wood grain inside, it looks extremely dilapidated.

The old bookcase suddenly shook and made a banging sound.

"Don't be nervous!" Hera hurriedly stopped the little wizards. He could see that many of them raised their wands, as if they were going to cast a curse at any time to end the magical creatures inside.

"It's just a Boggart in there."

Most of the little wizards had relieved smiles on their faces, as if rejoicing that there was only a Boggart inside.

"Boggarts love dark, enclosed spaces," Hera said. "Wardrobes, voids under beds, cupboards under sinks—of course, I'll be forewarning that you're more than capable of killing him, so put away your wands and overcome with nothing but willpower. That's what you sixth graders get."

"So next, I want to ask a question, what is a Boggart? This is an answer that even second-grade children know. Don't let me look down on you." Hera said with a smile.

The students fell into deep thought. It wasn't that they were too slack in their studies. Beauxbatons could even be called strict discipline. The main reason was that the memory was too long. Boggarts should be the magical creatures they learned about in their second and third grades, even though they had never faced them.

At this time, a Qianqianyu hand was raised, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.

It was Fleur, Fleur Delacour, the student of Veela blood.

"It's a shape-shifting thing," she said, "and it can take on whatever image it thinks will most frighten us, and I vaguely remember it being that."

"It couldn't be better," Hera said, much to Fleur's satisfaction, "so the Boggart in the old bookcase hasn't taken on any form yet. It doesn't know what scares us out there yet. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when it's alone."

(End of this chapter)