Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 230 Calling the Patronus!

"Remus, I may have to do something to this Boggart, I don't know if it will affect it." Hera looked hesitantly at the packing box on the ground, which was stuffed with a Boggart, and what he was about to do would probably destroy it——Boggarts are too fragile, so how long they can last after bearing the Confusion Curse is completely unknown.

"It's okay, Hera, I believe you. And it's nothing to our friendship, and I don't need him anymore, even if you get rid of it, it's nothing." Lupine said quite enthusiastically, he had no idea that his friend's son Harry would come to the door one day to find a way to fight the dementors.

"Thank you so much. In fact, if it wasn't for Penelope to learn the Patronus Charm, I wouldn't bother you. I also have a Boggart at Beauxbatons." Hera also happily replied.

"Okay, go back quickly, don't make her wait too long." Lupine smiled "you know" towards Hera, which made Hera a little embarrassed.

"Then I'll go back first. Another day, if you have time, you must come to Beauxbatons. The French style is really great, but their French bouillabaisse is really terrible. I don't think you will like it." Hera patted Lupine on the shoulder and directed Cowper to carry the packing box, which was responsible for transporting the Boggart to the office on the fifth floor.

The speed of Cowper's moving the packing box obviously exceeded Hera's imagination, and it even sent the packing box to the room before Hera returned to the room.

Penello looked suspiciously at the packing box that suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, and just as she was hesitating whether to poke it with her wand, Hera came back.

"Don't worry, there's a little guy locked inside." Hera strode towards Penello, blocking between Penello and the packing box. "Apparently I'll need a little time to get his brains out—if he has one."

"Oh, is there a Boggart here?" Penello looked calm, counting carefully, she has dealt with Boggart twice, Boggart is more like a toy to her, she can use willpower to forcibly twist Boggart - this is obviously not a difficult task, at least many students of Beauxbatons can do it.

"Go to the next room first, okay? I need to cast a small spell on it, and I'll call you when I'm done." Hera said with a smile. He believed that it wouldn't take much time for him, as long as he cast the spell with a clear purpose and determination.

"Huh? Do you want me to go out?"

"Actually, you can go to the bedroom and wait for a while. I think three or two minutes will be enough." Hera smiled lightly, his hand was already pressed on the lid of the packing box, and as soon as Penello left the room, he was ready to lift the lid.

Penello still chose to go to the bedroom. Compared with the next door or the corridor, the bedroom door that can be easily pushed open is more reassuring for her.

Hera lightly grasped the lid of the packing box and yanked it. A ragged little boy stood inside.

Hera didn't say a word, he looked at the little boy silently. The boy had erect yellow pupils and looked a little scary.

"I know, I know, even if it's like this, I'm just a little bit out of control." Hera muttered, and with a slight change in his mind, the Boggart became an empty money bag.

"Sure enough, it's more convenient like this." Hera said calmly, and he bent down to pick up the money bag that fell on the ground. In fact, being greedy for money is just one of his personal settings.

What kind of person is the easiest to let your guard down?

Nothing but desires.

Money and sex are two topics that can never be escaped.The color may affect the image a little, so Hera chose money, even though he was really short of money, and for a while, he did some legal affairs in Greece purely for money.

Greed for money is just Hera's camouflage.

"Confused!" Hera held the money bag in her left hand and the wand in her right hand, whispering to it.

The boggart contorted for a moment and ended up as a bleak being—a dementor, its hooded face turned toward Hera, a glowing, scarred, rotting hand clutching its cloak, and the lights around the office flickered and went out.

Penello's scream came from the bedroom.

The dementor slipped from Hera's grasp, and began to move towards Hera quickly and silently, and a bone-piercing cold hit Hera——

"Quickly repel." Hera yawned and said the spell. Dementors are not good. As long as they appear, the temperature will drop rapidly, even if the Boggart changes. She stuffed the Boggart into the packing box and sealed the lid again.

"Okay, Penello, you can come out, I've got it done."

"So soon?"

"Well, it's that fast, don't question my strength, okay?" Hera said dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, then I'm coming out." Penello pushed open the door and slowly walked out of the bedroom. Her hair was a little messier than before.

"So, are you ready? My dear Miss Penello, you are about to face the most terrifying existence - Dementors! Don't be afraid to get into my arms~" Hera said in a funny tone like a host. He was doing his best to relieve Penello's nervousness, and he could clearly see her twitching in her walk.

Penelope was like Hera, she stood in front of the packing box, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried hard to recall the happy things.

Finally, about half a minute later, she opened her eyes again and nodded towards Hera.

Hera grabbed the lid of the packing box and pulled it, and a dementor slowly came out of the box.

"Take a deep breath! Remember the happy things!" Hera reminded in a low voice, "Take a deep breath, Penello, you can do it."

The hairs on Penello's body trembled, and she took a deep breath, "Call God to protect you!"

She yelled, "Call the Gods! Call the Gods—"

However, from Hera's perspective, Penello rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

"Penello! Penello—"

After about two or three breaths, Penello woke up, but she only felt as if a century had passed.

She fell on her back in Hera's arms, she didn't have to ask what happened just now, the result was already obvious—she failed.

"Sorry, I didn't do it well," she muttered, grabbing Hera to stand up.

"Are you okay?" Hera asked anxiously.

Penello barely sat on a table and leaned there, "."

(End of this chapter)