Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 244 Female Secretary Penello Has Been Online
Penello was suddenly a little worried that if Hera wore his most expensive cloak—the purple, star-studded gown that was custom-made to celebrate his becoming the principal, she believed that her parents would not be very acceptable.

The drawing-room clock struck eleven, and the doorbell rang at the same time as the last chime. Mr. Clearwater, in suit and tie, pretended to be reading a newspaper, but his small eyes were fixed on the door—his daughter had already stepped forward to answer it.

"Hera!"

"Good afternoon, Penello, are all your uncles and aunts at home?" A voice that sounded steady but young at first glance brought Mr. Crivatt back to his memory. He seemed to have heard this voice before. During the Christmas holiday in 1991, when he was picking up his daughter at King's Cross Station, he once lamented Hera's youth.

"Honey, I seem to remember this guy." He whispered to his wife beside him.

"Oh?" Before his wife had time to ask, Hera had already entered the living room, Penello's arms were wrapped around his arms, and the two seemed very close.

The moment the husband and wife saw Hera, their eyes lit up. He was dressed in a handsome dark suit. The man in front of him looked very young, even if he was not a few years older than Penello-indeed he was not a few years older.

"Sir, Ma'am, good day. My lord Hera Lestrange, I hope I won't disturb your day because of my adventurous arrival." Hera bowed slightly, and put down the prepared paper bag. This is a greeting gift he prepared. They are not expensive things, but most of them are interesting things that the Muggle world should not be able to find a substitute for.

"Oh, don't say that, we welcome you very much." Mrs. Clearwater hurriedly pulled her husband up to welcome her. If she had known that Hera was so young, she would not have been so worried—she had been worried that her daughter was too innocent to be deceived.

Now it seems that her daughter's vision is not bad.

"Have you had lunch? Do you want to come together?" Mr. Clearwater invited with a smile. He looked at the young man in front of him, and remembered that his first impression of Hera was not bad on the evening when they first met.

Hera bowed slightly, "It's my honor, uncles and aunts, this is a gift I prepared for you, I hope you will like it, some gadgets from the magic world and some skin care products."

"Skin care products?" Mrs. Clearwater immediately became interested.

At lunch, the Clearwaters seemed to be doing a census, chatting about Hera's work, his finances, his real estate, his business, his family.

Hera couldn't help wiping the sweat from her forehead several times, and turned her eyes to Penello for help several times, but she just lowered her head and ate the vegetables in front of her. If she didn't see that her ears were so red, Hera would have suspected that she had been "closed to listen".

"By the way, I hope that Penello can be my teaching assistant. Working in the magic world may be a good choice for her. After all, she has adapted to life in the magic world. Leaving the magic world may be even more inappropriate for Penello." Hera took the opportunity to tell his plan when the atmosphere was at its highest.

"Well." The Clearwaters fell silent, and they didn't give Hera a clear answer until the end of lunch.

Just when Hera almost thought that this matter was impossible, when they were about to leave, Mr. Crivatt suddenly grabbed Hera's hand seriously, and patted heavily, "Hera, Penelope will be handed over to you."

"Well, I will, Uncle, we're just going to a game."

"Don't worry, don't worry about us. After the game, you can go out and have fun together. It doesn't matter until the work starts." Mrs. Clearwater also echoed, and they can judge Hera's character through only a short communication. Although she may feel a little stingy at times, she is a good man who manages the house and is a good man who saves and lives.

"Uh, I think I'll take good care of her." Hera didn't dare to take her hand out of Mr. Clearwater's hand, so she had to look at Penello again, hoping that she could say something to help out.

Penello blushed, "Okay, we're leaving."

The Crivatts finally let go of Hera. Hera took out her wand and lightly tapped on Penello's suitcase, turning it into a small package that could be picked up with one hand, carefully put it in her pocket, and waved goodbye to the Crivatts.

They walked all the way to the door, until the door was closed, Penello asked curiously: "How did you come here? Apparition? Flying broom?"

"No, it's a Muggle taxi." Hera smiled and rubbed Penelope's hair. "When they saw Jin Gallon, their eyeballs almost fell out, but they refused to accept my copper nuts, which made me spend a lot of effort to ask for trouble (confusion spell). I think we can use some simple methods when we go back, such as Apparition."

"Well, I don't like the feeling of apparition, it's really annoying." Penello pouted, and she rubbed against Hera's arms.

Hera thought about it for a while, and decided to take the subway to Grimmauld Square to go home. He had never taken the subway before, and it would be a little scary for him to ride alone.

By the time they returned to Black's old house, it was already around four o'clock in the afternoon. Penello had to appease Hera, who was making a fuss about the various facilities in the subway. He was full of curiosity about everything. Although he restrained himself very well, his eyes still wandered around, and his feet stopped unconsciously, or he walked on the wrong road.

"I think this is really a novel experience. If I were a professor of Muggle studies, I would definitely recommend all students to experience it." Hera absolutely loved the subway, the smooth and steady start, and the horrible feeling of Apparition was nothing compared to this.

"Can the subway go anywhere?"

"Of course, as long as there is a subway line built there." Penello nodded hesitantly, she was not sure if Hera could understand.

Hera slapped the armrest of the sofa suddenly, as if she suddenly remembered something, "By the way, did uncle and aunt agree to you as my teaching assistant?"

"Of course." Penello gave Hera a blank look, picked up the next book "Practical Defense Magic and Its Restraint to Black Magic" and continued to read. She wanted to be Hera's assistant, not a vase.

Hera raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and quietly took out a copy of "I Can Be Magical" by Gilderoy Lockhart. He planned to continue to study the book writing routine and try to earn more Galleons.

(End of this chapter)