Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 26: Snape's Prologue
But as long as Dumbledore opened his mouth, Hera would never let go of any complaints. After all, he was only greedy for money. If his life was gone, why would he want Gallon?

Buying a cemetery?

"Hera, keep the Pensieve here. If the password changes, I'll let Fox tell you." Dumbledore said slowly, "After all, Voldemort is there. It's hard to explain if you go back with the Pensieve."

"Uh" Can Hera say that he didn't think that much?
What he actually wanted was to sell the Pensieve on the black market, and then take Jin Jialong across the ocean, and go directly to America to become a rich man. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?
Who cares what black and white devil he is?
"Hera, you have to be aware of your situation." Dumbledore's pupils were firm, and his voice was not as easy-going as before.

Hera looked down at the Pensieve, then looked up at Dumbledore, and finally put the Pensieve directly on the table, making a bang.

"I see, Professor Dumbledore." Hera gritted her teeth, there is no way, who let herself be caught between good and evil now, it is normal for Dumbledore not to trust herself.

After all, his surname is Lestrange. If Hera were to take Dumbledore's place, it would be difficult to trust him.

Besides, Hera was a little ashamed of herself, after all, she really wanted to run away before.
"Okay, Hera, I believe that Quirinus needs you very much now, don't forget to go to Severus." Dumbledore coldly issued the order to evict, leaning on the chair and wincing his eyelids.

"As you wish, Professor." Hera bowed slightly, took a few steps back and turned to leave.

In the corridor, Hera was not in a hurry to find Chilo, anyway, that guy's class was a joke.

While wandering around, Hera slipped into the basement classroom.

Although Snape didn't know why he hated Hera so much, Hera always wanted to get in touch with him. After all, as the leading master of potions in the magic world, he was simply a money printing machine.

If he could take over the potion business from Snape, he would probably make a lot of money.

Besides, Dumbledore also specifically emphasized that Hera should learn Occlumency with Snape, and Hera also felt that it was necessary to put it on the agenda, even more important than black magic.

Learning black magic is just to maintain the power of a battle, but if you can not fight, you still don't fight.

Harmony can make money - Hera firmly believes.

Taking advantage of no one coming, Hera found a corner and sat down directly. Although it is not clear which grade the next class will be, but...he is not here for class.

Even the glass jars lined the classroom walls filled with stuffed animals are chilling.

Hera still fell asleep lying on the table.

There is no way, she feels sleepy as soon as she arrives in the classroom, this is Hera's inexplicable habit since she went to school.

Not long after, a little wizard came to the classroom, just looking at Hera lying in the back row, and no one dared to disturb her.

When it was time for class, Snape stepped on the door of the classroom and opened it with a bang, which startled everyone, including Hera of course.

"Who?" Hera shuddered reflexively, quickly took out her wand from her pocket, and looked around cautiously.

It's just that the scene in front of me seems a little awkward.
"Snape taught me."

Snape's face was in front of Hera's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slumped in perfect sarcasm.

"Hmph!" Snape snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the podium, his deep black robe rolled like waves, and the already gloomy underground classroom was even more creepy at this moment.

"An uninvited guest who didn't receive an invitation." Snape couldn't help cursing in a low voice when he glanced at Hera while standing on the podium.

However, he quickly picked up the roster again, obviously not wanting to waste everyone's time.

Hera also put away her wand resentfully. Since Snape didn't directly refuse, there should be room for maneuver.

Snape called the names in order, but stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, who," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new... famous character."

Hera hadn't paid attention to the students in the classroom before, and when she heard Harry's name, she subconsciously found Harry.

Harry sat in the front row, still looking enthusiastic about his studies.

Hera squinted and walked back and forth between Harry and Snape, not knowing what kind of quarrel Harry and Snape had made.

But counting his age, Snape should be close to menopause, and it's normal to be a little grumpy.

Snape paused for a moment, then continued to read the roster. After the roll call, he looked up at the whole class. His eyes were as black as black beetles, without a trace of warmth in them.

His eyes are cold, empty, and suggest nothing but two dark tunnels.

It's just that Hera couldn't even get such a cold look, and Hera could clearly feel that Snape's eyes didn't stay on her at all.

It's as if I'm a piece of garbage in the corner.
This feeling is really bad!

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion preparation," he began in a nonchalant tone, barely above a whisper, but every word was caught.

Sure enough, the little wizard's breathing slowed a lot after being frightened.

Snape seemed to have the intimidating power to keep a classroom in order with little effort.

"There's no silly wand waving here."

When he said this, Snape's eyes were fixed on Hera, and the eyes of the little wizards were also on Hera.

"Cough cough." Hera coughed slightly in embarrassment, and tilted her head to look at the stuffed animals in the bottles and jars beside her, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Since there's no foolish waving of wands here, many of you are convinced it's magic."

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and fragrance."

Snape's eyes fell on Hera's expression again, as if he was sure that Hera couldn't understand.

Hera also nodded silently, he really couldn't comprehend it, and even failed to get an 'O' in the fifth grade, directly losing the opportunity to continue studying with Snape.

"You don't really understand the magical power that flows into people's veins, the magic that makes people's hearts sway and their minds bewildered." Snape continued, but his expression was like a pilgrimage, which made people can't help but believe that they just didn't have talent.

Hera never doubted that Snape's lover was potion, after all, according to Snape's appearance, no one would like him.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the fools I often encounter."

After he finished his short prologue, the class fell silent, except for Hera who curled her lips at an angle he couldn't see.

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(End of this chapter)