Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 231 As long as I am not happy, the dementor will be
"It's okay." Penello barely sat on a table and leaned there.

"Eat—" Hera pulled out a box of chocolates from a drawer, which he had asked Cowper to prepare ahead of time, "and eat it before trying again outside. I didn't expect you to do it the first time. Honestly, I'd be surprised if you succeeded like that."

"It's worse." Penello muttered, biting down a big bite of chocolate, "This time I feel worse, I can't even muster up the courage to face it"

"Oh, if you don't want to continue, I understand. But you must understand that certain means of self-protection are necessary—" Hera didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was very clear. He hoped that Penello could master this spell.

"Go on." Penello's face became even paler, but he still stood up forcefully and took a big bite of the chocolate. "I have to do this. I can't always be behind you, can I? Besides, you're not at Hogwarts yet."

"Then... alright" Hera scratched her cheek and said with some embarrassment. "You may want to choose another kind of memory, happy memory. I mean, another kind. It seems a little lack of courage to think about you with all your heart. That kind of happiness doesn't seem to be strong enough to support you in the face of dementors."

Penelope looked at Hera with bright eyes, and finally nodded with firm eyes. She clenched her wand again and stood in the center of the office—in front of the packing box.

"Ready?" Hera asked, gripping the lid of the case.

"Ready," Penelope said, nodding, trying to fill his mind with happy memories—the days with Hera during the summer vacation, instead of thinking about what would happen when the box was opened.

"Then I opened it?" Hera said, pulling back the lid.The office suddenly became cold and dark again.The dementor slid forward, gasping for air with a rattling sound, a rotting hand reaching toward Penelope—

"Calling Guardian!" Penello screamed, "Calling Guardian! Calling Guardian—"

White mist sprayed out from the tip of Penelope's wand, but Penelope still seemed to lose her mind. She stumbled and fell towards the back. If it wasn't for Hera's quick eyes and hands to support her, she might have hit the ground directly.

"Penello, Penello wake up" Hera shook Penello gently.

This time, it took Penello a full minute to understand why she was lying on the dusty office floor, "I heard your voice," Penello murmured in a low voice, "I should have known it a long time ago, those—— are the things that make me the happiest—"

Penello hugged Hera tightly, supported her body with her feet vigorously, and gently kissed Hera's lips.

"Well..." Hera's body stiffened, but she stuck out her tongue obediently, and entered into an in-depth communication with Penello.

"Can we try again?"

"Not now," Hera said resolutely, "you've had enough for today, here—" he handed the rest of the chocolate to Penello, "go back and eat it all, I don't want you to wake up tomorrow with tears on the pillowcase."

"Hmph, I won't!" Penello said, taking a bite of the chocolate with her white teeth, and looking at Hera teasingly. "Hera, isn't this your first kiss?" she said. "Your skills are terrible—"

"Huh?" Hera raised her eyebrows, her face was a little unhappy, and her palm fell on Penello's head, "Hearing your tone, it seems that you are very experienced!?"

"Not at all." Penello blushed, and faltered out a few words, "It's my first time."

Hera smiled dotingly, and rubbed Penello's head, messing up her docile hair. "Okay, I see. You have been here for a long time. If you don't go back, your friends should be curious."

"Ah!" Penello exclaimed, looking around the office anxiously, "What time is it?"

"It's almost 12 o'clock, and it's time for lunch." Hera looked out the window and roughly estimated the time by looking at the position of the sun. The sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky.

Penello left the classroom, walked along the corridor, turned the corner, and made a turn behind a suit of armor
Hera sat on the chair, her fingers lightly brushed her lips, and the corners of her mouth drew a subtle angle.

“Really good taste”

Immediately afterwards, he scratched his hair again, "Damn it, why have I never discovered that girls can be so soft before?"

However, compared to Hera's ease, Penelope is completely different. She only feels tired and has a strange sense of accomplishment. "Small goal achieved!" Penello clenched his fists and cheered himself up, "Come on, Penello, you can definitely do it!"

Penello stood in the corridor and finished eating her chocolate, thinking that it would be better if she could go further with Hera just now, but because Hera was too nervous, she really couldn't let go.

"If you don't have to face dementors, that's really great."

She stood up, popped the last morsel of chocolate into her mouth, stuffed the remaining large, unopened chocolates into her pocket, and headed downstairs toward the auditorium.

As for Hera, she tapped her fingers on the table in the office and thought for a moment before opening the packing box again.

The dementor emerged slowly from the box, its hooded face turned toward Hera, its cloak clutched in glowing, scabbed, rotting hands, and the lights in the office flickered and went out.

The dementor stepped out of the box and began walking quickly and silently towards Hera, taking a deep breath.A bone-piercing cold hit him——

Hera just stood there, with no intention of resisting at all, he faced the dementor silently.

Both the office and the dementor were melting. As Hera fell downward in the thick white mist, a voice suddenly sounded in his head, louder than anything he had ever heard before, and the voice echoed in his mind——

"You can't do this! I will never allow your plan—"

"...you should probably listen to him"

"I listen to you all, of course, I agree with his ideas, you are a little too radical"

Hera took a deep breath and tried her best to perform Occlumency. In fact, this also has an effect on the dementor. After all, no matter how you look at it, it survives by absorbing people's happiness.

So long as Hera was not happy, even the dementors had no effect on him.

(End of this chapter)