Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 240 Luke - The transaction was successful!
Although Professor Trelawney has always been a little neurotic, her behavior was almost normal before this - at least it was acceptable to normal people.

After Hera finished eating, she never left in a hurry, and uncharacteristically chatted with Professor Snape, even though the chat was very awkward, and it was nothing more than topics like the weather.

Harry and Ron were so full of their stomachs from the delicious Christmas dinner, and they still wore their own firecracker hats on their heads.They left the dining table first, followed by Hera. He also gave Penello a wink, and the two quickly got up and walked towards the stairs outside.

"Well, which of the two of them left the seat first?" Hera asked in a low voice. He just followed the two out and didn't notice which one of them came out first.

"I don't know." Penello said, looking at Hera uneasily. She always thought that divination was a liar subject, but looking at Hera's expression, it didn't seem to be the case?

Hera turned her head and looked around, and said to Penello in a low voice: "Don't underestimate Professor Trelawney, she once made accurate predictions. Of course, she is still a neurotic lunatic most of the time."

"Oh." Penello nodded.

After Hera sent Penello to Ravenclaw's tower, he returned directly to his temporary office on the fifth floor, and was shocked by the sight just as he opened the door.

The contents of the drawer were strewn across the side - although there was nothing inside, the pillows on the sofa were thrown on the ground as if they had been hit by a tornado.

Leni was sitting on the sofa, which was probably the only neat place, her hair was disheveled, and she looked weak, leaning on the arm of the sofa.

"Uh, what's wrong with you?" Hera closed the door, unable to take a step for a moment.

Leni opened her eyes and said weakly, "Food! I need food."

"Sorry, today is Christmas." Hera didn't continue to explain, he believed that Leni would understand.

Leni gave Hera an angry look, "I knew it, you must have forgotten me!?"

"." Hera couldn't answer, but just snapped her fingers, "Cooper, bring me a glass of warm milk first, and then prepare a sumptuous dinner."

"Yes, sir," said Cowper, bowing, and a puff of smoke lit up, and he had an extra glass of warm milk in his hand.

Passing the warm milk to Leni, Hera said apologetically, "Drink the milk first, I have already ordered the house elf to prepare dinner."

Leni took the warm milk, drank it down, and stretched out her tongue to lick off the milk froth around her lips. The pink and tender tongue brushed against the tempting red lips, looking very tempting.

If Penello is a green apple, Leni is probably a ripe mango, plump and sweet.

"I don't want to explain why I'm here, I just want to get out of here as soon as possible, I think you have the same idea, right?" Leni straightened up, leaning on the sofa and said weakly.

Hera nodded. There were only these few students in the school. It would be too eye-catching to have an extra Lenny rashly, especially if she went out from her own room. If nothing else, Penello would definitely go crazy.

Not long after New Year's Day, other students returned to school, and Hogwarts Castle became crowded and noisy again. Hera felt sad about this, because he was about to return to Beauxbatons.

Early in the semester, Hera managed to take Leni out in a small pocket.They separated in Hogsmeade, and Leni has been boarding in Hera's office these days. For this reason, Hera has a headache, and he spent a lot of effort just to explain to Penello.

Of course, Hera didn't forget to get the Marauder's Map back from Remus' hands. He believed that Remus had enough time to figure out everything he wanted to know, because Remus had a subtle smile on his face, and he seemed to be winning, which made Hera interested in the Marauder's Map.

After returning to Beauxbatons, after a brief meeting with Mrs. Maxim, Hera didn't even return to her office, and went directly to Professor Luke's office.

"My dear Luke, you can't believe what I brought back from Hogwarts for you." Hera slammed open the door excitedly. Luke was frowning and pinching a leaf with his hand hanging on the crucible. When Hera was startled, his hand shook, and the whole leaf fell directly into the crucible, emitting a terrible smell.

"Well, what are you cooking, why is it so smelly?" Hera asked, pinching her nose.

Luke waved his wand with a sullen expression, the cauldron on the table disappeared, the windows were opened for ventilation, and a gust of cold wind entered the office. "I hope your mind won't be full of Achnatherum splendens, otherwise I will definitely open it myself."

"Uh..." Hera's body stiffened suddenly, "Oh, I wanted to tell you some good news, but it seems that someone doesn't welcome my arrival. It seems that I have to throw away the Wolfsbane potion I worked so hard to obtain."

"What!?" Luke started up from the chair, he jumped up in disbelief, and walked in front of Hera, grabbing his shoulders with both hands, almost piercing Hera's cloak. "You actually got Wolfsbane Potion, you are indeed my best friend, hurry up! Show me!"

"So." Hera rubbed her fingers, with a philistine smile on her face.

"I don't think I have any extra Galleons left." Luke let go of his hand and said coldly.

Hera raised her eyebrows, a fake smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes couldn't stop wandering around the office, "Perhaps the equivalent potion ingredients are also fine."

"I won't sacrifice my 'cuties'."

Hera tidied up her suitcase contentedly, and it was almost filled with Professor Luke's personal collection. Now there were hundreds of potion ingredients in different categories, and what he paid for was a few bottles of Wolfsbane that he easily obtained from Remus.

"Should it be enough?" Professor Luke was a little shaky, standing pale while leaning on the table.

"Enough, enough! Hehe." Hera smiled slightly, closed the suitcase, and put the last lock on.

In the days that followed, compared with the "frightening" at Hogwarts, Hera thought that his ordinary teaching life would last until the end of the semester, when Madame Maxime and him suddenly broke all this.

"Hera, next school year, we will go to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament on behalf of Beauxbatons. I hope you can accompany me." Mrs. Maxim seemed to always hold a cup of black tea in her hand, and her elegant temperament was firmly locked on her body.

"Isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)