Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 223 Back to Hogsmeade
"Aha, isn't it?" Hera scratched her head, "I may be a little tired, and I remember the wrong time."

"Where did you go? Why can't I find you inside or outside the castle?" Furong looked at Hera suspiciously, her eyes couldn't stop looking him up and down.

"I fell asleep in the office." Hera said, and at the same time gently hid the gallon pocket at the waist into the pocket of the cloak, Occlumency was running wildly, and he couldn't let Fleur know that he was carrying a huge sum of money - she would definitely cheat!
Hera simply flirted with Furong for a while, and after intentionally expressing her desire to return to the office as soon as possible in her mind, she managed to escape from Furong's side, but her eyes were still looking at Hera suspiciously.

Back in the castle, Hera did not go to her office immediately, but directly transferred to the principal's office.

"Madame Maxime?"

"Hera, you're back?" Madam Maxim was sitting on her big chair, lowering her head to correct some documents, with a serious expression on her face, but she quickly smiled when she saw Hera.

"Yes, Madam Maxim, but I came here just to ask you for another leave. I want to go back to Hogwarts." Hera looked a little embarrassed. His purpose of going back to school was very simple——Penello seemed to be frightened by the dementors. He planned to go back and teach her the Patronus Charm, so that she could at least have a way to face the dementors.

"Hogwarts?" Madame Maxime put down her quill and pondered slightly.

"Yes, Hogwarts." Hera swallowed, and said in front of the headmaster of Beauxbatons that he wanted to return to Hogwarts. He must be crazy! ?

But Mrs. Maxim didn't respond immediately, she tapped her knuckles on the table, thinking carefully.

Finally, she nodded, crossing her hands in front of her mouth, "I want to know about the best student in Hogwarts, can you help me to see?"

"The best student?" Hera was a little puzzled, and he wanted to ask something, but Madam Maxim just waved her hand, "Okay, you go, but you'd better come back the day before the Christmas holiday, I don't want to see you hurrying back on the day of class."

"I don't think so." Hera left straight away with interest, and he returned to the square in front as usual, where the anti-apparition spell was not cast. He could go to Hogsmeade first, and then visit Professor Dumbledore.

He vaguely felt that Grindelwald's words seemed, seemed, probably made some sense, and he wanted to understand the situation back then.Of course, he had no intention of intervening, he was just purely curious.

The surroundings became pitch black, Hera was squeezed strongly from all directions, unable to pass through at all, his chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops, his eyeballs were squeezed back into his head, and his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull, and then——

Hera sucked in the cold night air and opened her tearful eyes.He felt as if he had been squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube just now.It took a few seconds before he regained his composure and stood firm.

It was another Apparation at a considerable distance, and it was also a difficult journey for Hera - without a house-elf to carry her around.

"Damn it, I should have asked Kreacher to bring me here." Hera gasped for the cold air, cutting his lungs like a knife.

Just thinking of Kreacher's old skin drooping on his body, Hera was very worried about whether it could last such a long journey.Shaking her head indiscriminately to wake herself up, Hera identified her position clearly and confirmed that she had landed near Hogsmeade's post office. Then she strode forward along the Central Avenue and turned in at a small intersection. There was a small bar inside.

A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, with a picture of a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in.

Pig's Head Bar.

Everyone called it that, though he never wrote it that way.

The first floor is a bar, and the second floor is a hotel. There is only one small, dark, and very dirty room in the bar, which exudes a strong smell of sheep.The bay windows were thick with grime, barely letting in the light from outside, and candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I realized that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the originally stone-paved ground.

Hera gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the bar, and strode inside. Aberforth, the bartender and also the store manager, was sitting behind the bar wiping the glasses.

"Aha, Aberforth, am I still welcome here?" Hera greeted him, and sat down on the high stool in front of Aberforth, "Give me a cup of butterbeer."

"Hey, our 'great' Professor Lestrange, the great hero who defeated the basilisk, doesn't he only drink some butter beer without alcohol?" Aberforth sneered.

Hera didn't take it seriously at all, and Aberforth's attitude was much better than before (you can refer to the first few chapters of the novel.).

He looked around the bar, and there were many customers covering their faces, and there were not many customers, and the environment was as quiet as ever, much better than the noisy environment of the Three Broomsticks—students prefer the atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks.

And Hera obviously didn't want to quarrel with the students anymore, he just wanted to come in to warm up and drink a cup of warm butter beer, and he should face that terrible Professor Dumbledore.

Yes, scary. Hera only wanted to describe Dumbledore as scary. Starting from Quirrell, he always felt that everything was controlled by a pair of invisible hands, but it wasn't until he went to Beauxbatons that he was surprised to find that as long as he stayed away from Professor Dumbledore, everything seemed so normal.

No more silly saviors desperately trying to stop the Dark Lord's evil plans, no more weird things in school.

Hera ignored Aberforth, he just waited for his butter beer quietly, this appearance also made Aberforth feel a little bored, he put the butter beer heavily on the bar counter, making a bang sound - this is particularly noticeable in a quiet bar.

"Thank you."

Hera sipped the butter beer slowly, and couldn't help sighing: "It smells so good!! The bitterness of the beer is completely neutralized by the rich aroma of the butter, but it can still suppress the richness of the butter with its fragrance! It's you, Aberforth!"

"Shut up, can't butterbeer stop your mouth?"

(End of this chapter)