Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 218 Lainee Rozier's Request - The Cost of Gaunt's Genealogy
In fact, Hera thought too much. Until the next morning, Hera thought that the magic had been dispelled, but when he went to the classroom and met Fleur on the stairs, a voice broke into his mind instantly.He knew that the magic hadn't been dispelled, it had only become weaker due to the distance.

When they meet again, the magic automatically connects them again.

Perhaps, this is the legendary tacit understanding.

If Furong wasn't complaining in her heart, maybe it would be better.

"Why hasn't the curse been lifted yet?" Furong raised her head slightly, her tone rang in Hera's mind with a very haughty tone.

Hera could only shrug her shoulders helplessly, and he didn't have a good way to do it. After all, no matter how you look at it, this is not a good thing for him. There are too many secrets in his head-wait, since it is Legilimency that connects the two of them, then Occlumency should be easy to use, right! ?
Hera tried her best to close her brain, concentrate, and use her brain to resist that strange power, clenched her hands tightly together, emptying her mind, not thinking, not remembering, not feeling.
"Furong, you're so pretty." Hera looked into Furong's eyes, blushing without panting, and said such a slightly teasing remark.

Sure enough, Fu Rong didn't have any unusual reaction, and even passed by Hera as if she didn't hear Hera's words.

"The silver-gray one is really beautiful." Hera wasn't sure whether Occlumency had played a role, and continued to probe, with an idiot-like smile on the corner of her mouth.

"What are you thinking?" Furong's elbow directly hit Hera's ribs, and her voice sounded in Hera's head.Apparently, she only reacted like this when she saw Hera's wretched smile.

"It's nothing, it's just that I can't control my expression for a while when I think of the delicious miscellaneous fish soup for lunch." Hera thought so in her mind, and at the same time conveyed it to Furong.

"It's better to be like this." Fu Rong said angrily, dragging her friend's arm and walking upstairs.

Hera stopped and looked at Furong's back playfully. He seemed to have discovered something interesting: It stands to reason that Furong's mental strength is not weaker than that of adults, but she can't hide her thoughts, but Hera can use Occlumency to unilaterally block her thoughts. This is simply a wonderful thing.

He can unilaterally know Fleur's thoughts without revealing his little secret - if Hera has mastered the trick of this kind of magic - then he no longer has to worry about being unable to get in touch with his "customers", and he can even get in touch with Penello in this way.

Hera thought so in her heart, something in her bosom suddenly vibrated.

But Hera didn't show any fluctuations on the surface, and walked upstairs as usual.

He still had a class to attend, and now was obviously not the right time.

Taking advantage of the gap between the students facing the Boggart, Hera took the time to take out the note from her bosom, read it quickly, then stuffed it into her pocket, pretending that nothing happened, and continued to urge the students to use their willpower to fight against the Boggart.

Obviously it didn't work that well - they weren't sixth year students, they were first year wizards, and it was too difficult for them.

Hera only hesitated for a moment, and decided to allow them to take out their wands and say the "funny" spell to help them fight against Boggarts—I believe that the first-year wizards should not be able to defeat Boggarts! ?
In fact, it was not beyond Hera's expectations. Even if the little wizards used magic wands, they could barely withstand the transformation of Boggarts. It was almost their full strength to be able to turn their fearful existence into another funny existence.

During the period, Hera also saw a lot of interesting things. For example, some students were afraid of Professor Luke who taught potions, but under Hera's "guidance", he successfully turned him into a funny existence wearing a pink lady's cloak and carrying a pink lady's bag.

"Professor Luke won't be angry, he's dedicated himself to education!" Hera thought so, but when Luke learned of all this, he was still so angry that he hammered the table in the office, "How dare he—how dare he tease me like this? Destroy my image?"

In the days that followed, the little wizards could feel that the already gloomy aura around Professor Luke became more gloomy, and even the temperature dropped significantly.

But these are obviously out of Hera's consideration, because he is worrying about one thing.

It was a letter from Leni, whom Hera owed her a request in exchange for the Gunters.

Obviously, everything was not easy to obtain, and Leni would never give Hera an easy task easily, but Hera never thought that it would be such a difficult task, even though she did not make it clear.

But the simple line above still does not hinder Hera's imagination.

"Christmas holiday, come to Nurmengard, and then contact me." It was written on it.

As long as Hera uses her brain a little, she can probably understand Leni's thoughts, probably because the saints still haven't given up the important task of "saving Grindelwald".

Hera sighed, put her hands on the table, and the writing on the note disappeared, "This is really difficult for me! I really don't want to get involved in the matter between the black and white devil, even if the dark devil has failed for 50 years."

But keeping the contract is really one of the few shining points in Hera.Perhaps it should be said that Lainie has grasped Hera's movements, and he has nowhere to escape. After living in Hogwarts and Beauxbatons for a few years, Hera really doesn't want to go back to those gray-edged activities.

The Christmas holiday was not far away, and even Hera didn't notice that time had already passed through his fingers.

The auditorium was beautiful and magnificent. The palace was surrounded by ice sculptures. The choral group of beautiful girls from the forest came here to sing. The students wore robes made of delicate silk. Some students wrapped their heads with turbans or scarves, as if they were very afraid of the cold.

There were also a dozen towering Christmas trees scattered throughout the auditorium, some with tiny shiny icicles and others with hundreds of twinkling candles.

"Mrs. Maxim, I want to ask for leave during the Christmas holidays. I probably have to travel far away."

"can."

(End of this chapter)