Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 282 The Prom is Over (6 words)

Hera and the others had a great chat, and almost forgot that they were about to dance for a while. Krum, who was sitting next to them, was also happily talking to his dance partner - at least Hera could hear it clearly.

"Ah, we have a castle too, I don't think it's as big or as comfortable as this one," he said to his dance partner beside him, a Ravenclaw seventh year of whom Hera had only a dim impression.Of course, she is also very beautiful. "Ours only has four floors, and we can only light fires when we're enchanted. But our grounds are bigger than this—though in winter the days are so short that we can't play on them. In summer we're out flying every day, over lakes and mountains—"

"Okay, okay, Viktor!" Karkaroff said, laughing, but there was no smile in his cold eyes. "Don't reveal any more secrets, or your charming friend will know where we are!"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes sparkling, "Igor, keep it a secret like this. People will think you don't welcome others to visit."

"Oh, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, grinning wide, showing his yellow teeth. "We all want to protect our private turf, don't we? Don't we need to guard the halls of the school we're entrusted with? Shouldn't we be proud of the school's secrets, which are only known to us? Shouldn't we keep them secrets? Of course, Durmstrang welcomes you very much."

As Karkaroff said, he nodded at Hera, and directly passed Dumbledore and Madam Maxim beside Hera, which made Hera very awkward.

Gollum!

Hera swallowed a big mouthful of red stew, pretended not to hear what Karkaroff said, and turned her head to talk with Penello.It's just that this made Karkaroff look very angry, his pupils were cold.

"Oh, of course I would like to be a guest in Durmstrang, but I dare not assert in my dreams that I know all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor." Dumbledore said kindly, lightly dispelling Karkaroff's embarrassment, "For example, just today at breakfast, I took a wrong turn when I went to the toilet, and found myself in a very beautifully furnished room that I had never seen before, and there were all kinds of exquisite and luxurious chamberpots in it. When I went back to investigate carefully, I found that this room had disappeared. But I must Keep an eye out. It probably only comes in at 05:30 in the morning, or only around the quarter moon - or maybe when the toilet seeker has a particularly full bladder."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Hera's eyes narrowed. He seemed to know the room Dumbledore was talking about—the principal's office is on the eighth floor, and the Room of Requirement is also on the eighth floor. Dumbledore should have entered the Room of Requirement by mistake, but Dumbledore suddenly mentioned the Room of Requirement at this time
Hera believed that Dumbledore must have his intentions, but she hadn't figured it out yet. Could it be that she was vaguely reminding herself that she shouldn't bring Fleur in?

But Dumbledore didn't want such a stingy person!

Hera looked down at the plate of Hungarian goulash in front of her, lost in thought, frowned, and glanced secretly at Dumbledore, who could have sworn that Dumbledore blinked at him almost imperceptibly.

Hera hadn't figured it out yet, when he heard Fu Rong's voice suddenly, he froze for a while.

"It's nothing," Fleur said contemptuously, looking at the star-studded walls around the Great Hall, and criticizing the Hogwarts decorations with her dance partner, "At Beauxbatons, our Great Hall is filled with ice sculptures at Christmas time. Of course, they don't melt, like giant diamond statues, shining in the Great Hall. The food is also superb."

"Ahem!" Hera interrupted Fleur's rant with a light cough. He didn't want Fleur to satirize Hogwarts in front of so many people—is there any dissatisfaction that can't be said enough in Beauxbaton's carriage?
Was she really not afraid of provoking Dumbledore?

You must know that everyone here is the referee of the Triwizard Tournament, and they can completely rely on their personal preferences to give players points—just like Karkaroff—this is not a particularly wise choice.

Fu Rong soon realized her slip of the tongue, she shyly tidied the hair beside her ears, pretended that she hadn't said anything, and gracefully cut the fried fish in front of her.

And her dance partner didn't seem to take these words to heart. He was the Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw and a strong athlete, but he looked like a clown in front of Fleur—he just looked at Fleur with a fascinated expression on his face.

Hera felt that he was just staring at Fleur and didn't hear what she was saying at all. This was all due to Fleur's Veela bloodline, which was really too lethal for little wizards at Hogwarts.

Dinner didn't take too long, and Hera was almost the last batch to finish the meal. The little wizards were all excitedly rubbing their hands together and waiting for the dance to start. Dumbledore kept looking at Hera with squinted eyes and a smile in the end, which made him a little restless, but he still ate the last bite of fried pork chop patiently.

Dumbledore smiled, stood up, and asked the students to stand up too.Then with a flick of his wand, he whizzed all the tables up to the wall, leaving an open space in between.He conjured up a high stage, stuck against the stone wall, on which stood a drum kit, some guitars, a lute, a cello, and organs.

At this time, the Weird Sisters rushed onto the stage. They were the most famous music group in the wizarding world. The audience burst into thunderous applause, even Hera was no exception. If it wasn't for the glory of the Triwizard Tournament, he wouldn't have had the chance to see the Weird Sisters' performance. You must know that their live tickets were all copied at a very high price.

They were all very bushy and wore black robes that had been deliberately ripped.They took up their instruments, and Hera watched them with interest, and then all the lanterns on the tables were extinguished, and the four warriors stood up with their partners.

The opening dance of the Triwizard Tournament is performed by the four warriors, and it is enough for others to appreciate their first song.

Harry stepped on his robes when he stood up and almost fell, and Hera could easily see that Harry had never learned to dance before, otherwise he would never have made such a low-level mistake, and he could hear giggles from among the students.

The Weird Sisters played a slow, sad tune.

The four warriors stepped onto the brightly lit dance floor for their opening dance.Soon, Hera also stood up, and he nodded apologetically towards Hermione. After receiving Hermione's response, he took Penello's hand and walked into the dance floor, putting one hand on her waist, and holding Penello tightly with the other.

The situation was far better than what Hera had imagined. Even though he had no dancing experience, he slowly picked the sound with Penello. Of course, he kept avoiding Penello carefully so as not to accidentally step on her feet.

Penello chuckled slightly, "I didn't expect my Professor Hera to be bad at things."

"This is really the first time for me to do this kind of thing." Hera whispered in Penello's ear.

Next to them were Dumbledore and Madame Maxime, who were waltzing. Dumbledore was a dwarf compared to Madame Maxime, the top of his pointed hat just touching her chin.However, Madame Maxime's dance steps are really elegant enough.

Mad-Eye Moody danced very awkwardly with Professor Sinista, and Professor Sinista nervously avoided his wooden prosthetic leg, which made many people laugh out loud.

"I think I danced pretty well," Hera muttered, squeezing Penello's little hand tightly so that it wouldn't slip and throw her out.

Penelope raised his eyebrows, and jumped into Hera's arms, his dexterous little tongue slid across the sexy lips, and the hot air was blown on Hera's face, "Professor Hera's performance is really not bad, it's not like the first time at all."

"God knows how nervous I am." Hera tilted his head and smiled, and continued his dance steps. Compared with Penello's flexible and elegant steps, Hera's movements were much stiffer. Fortunately, the duration of a dance song is not too long.Hera couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when the organ played the last trembling note.

The Weird Sisters stopped playing, and warm applause broke out in the auditorium again. Hera walked towards the guest seat with her arms around Penello, and whispered in her ear: "Today is a big success-I didn't step on your feet!"

"Hmph, is this enough?" Penello felt the heat from Hera, and leaned against Hera's body weakly, like a puddle of ooze.

"I promised Hermione." Hera supported Penello's waist, they were very close, and he could feel Penello's hot figure under the dress, but he still gently opened Penello's hand, although he was very reluctant.

Hermione had been waiting in the seat for a long time, and Hera had to lead Penello out of the dance floor and headed for the guest seat.When they passed the Weasley twins on the road, they danced so wildly that people around them stepped back to avoid being hit.

"Hera, are you interested in chatting with me, the old man tonight?" Dumbledore whispered in the voice of only the two of them when he passed by, his sparkling eyes seemed to see through Hera's mind.

"Oh—of course, but we're dancing now, aren't we?" Hera said, with a forced smile.

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course it's no problem, what we have to do now is to enjoy all of this."

"What's the matter?" Penello asked, sitting down and opening a bottle of soda for Hera.

Hera just shook his head and didn't answer. He squinted his eyes and looked around the auditorium, then took a sip of soda and stood up again, only this time the dance partner beside him became Hermione.

He was not as comfortable as Penello dancing with Hermione. Naturally, this was not Hermione's problem, mainly because Dumbledore's invitation made him feel a little ominous.

The Weird Sisters' second song "This Tonight" also played the last note tremblingly. Hera tried her best to force a smile and said to Hermione, "Let's sit down, shall we?"

"Oh - but - that's a nice piece!" said Hermione, as the Weird Sisters started playing a new piece, much faster than before.

"Dancing twice in a row, I think I may need to take a break, such as adding some water." Hera lied, he was not thirsty at all.He led Hermione out of the dance floor.

Hera sat on the seat, picked up the soda that Penello had just opened and continued to drink it in small sips, but it looked a little strange no matter how it looked-weird, yes, it was weird.

"Did something happen?" Penello approached Hera's ear and asked worriedly, "Did Professor Dumbledore say something?"

"He just invited me to chat with him after the ball. I don't think it's a big deal." Hera shrugged, trying to keep his tone light, but it seemed that he had failed.

Because Fu Rong also came back, she danced until her face was slightly flushed. As for Roger Davis who was beside her, she had disappeared, and it seemed that she had been abandoned by Fu Rong.It was also the first time that Hera noticed her attire tonight. She was wearing a silver flowing gown, which looked sparkling and very French.

"What happened just now? I can feel a strong emotion." Furong's voice echoed in Hera's mind, and Hera turned her head slightly, just in time to meet Furong's eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just some episodes." Hera squeezed out an awkward smile again. She didn't expect that she couldn't even control the Occlumency at that moment, and was actually sensed by Furong.But fortunately, she didn't want to go any further.

"Where's your partner, that Ravenclaw classmate?" Hera asked softly. "He doesn't look like a smart guy."

"I can't help it, my favorite candidate has been booked early!" Furong gave Hera a blank look, and said angrily, "He's gone to get a drink."

"Okay." Hera nodded, his expression was a bit hideous, because Penello's little hand had already pinched the thin flesh around his waist.

"I think your physical strength has probably recovered. Hermione has already gone to find her friends." Penello squeezed Hera hard in private, still smiling on the surface.

"It's recovered, it's recovered, let's go back now." Hera could only smile apologetically and hold Penello's hand again. He knew she was jealous, and he dared to "hook up" other girls at the ball. If it was Hermione, the thick "History of Magic" might have been smashed down.

Hera danced several songs in a row, and they didn't return to their positions until Penelope was a little tired and panting heavily.At this time, there were already fewer people at the ball, probably because the young lovers had all escaped.

It's hard not to doubt Dumbledore's purpose. Did he just want to have more couples in the school?
Anyway, Hera felt a little hot, he squeezed Penello's weak little hand, "Let's go for a walk, it's too hot here"

So Hera and Penello, pretending to get drinks, left the table, sidled around the dance floor, and slipped out the door into the foyer, with the front door open, and as they descended the steps, the fairy lights of the rose garden flickered, surrounded by low bushes, ornate winding paths, and great stone statues.There is also the sound of running water, like a fountain.

There were several carved benches, and Hera followed a zigzag path, walked through the rose bushes, and took Penello to sit down in an unoccupied corner.

"Hera, should you tell me what you are up to?" Penello asked anxiously after sitting down, "I can feel that you have been doing things without telling me."

"Uh" Hera scratched his face in embarrassment. He never thought that there was any abnormality in his behavior. He thought he had concealed it from everyone, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Penello, but this also showed that Penello really cared a lot about him.

"I don't know how to tell you, but you know, some things can't be controlled." Hera sighed, and he leaned on the back of the chair a little decadently. He wanted to hold Penello in his arms, but she twisted and refused.

"I knew it. You must have fallen in love with that girl Hermione. Since the first school year, you have looked at her abnormally." Penello thumped Hera's chest with a crying voice.

Ok? ? ?
Hera frowned tightly, what does this have to do with Hermione?
"Wait, did you misunderstand something?" Hera held Penello's wrist, but didn't dare to use force so as not to hurt her.

A few tears fell from the corners of Penello's eyes, and she threw her head into Hera's arms, "I knew it, you must hate me, Hermione. And that Fleur, they are so beautiful, and they keep coming to you, how could you refuse."

"Penello, you must have misunderstood something!" Hera looked at Penello in his arms with some headaches, and he didn't know how to explain for a while.

"Did I misunderstand? Your eyes have been staring at them clearly. Even if you are sitting on the grass, there must be Hermione next to you." Penello's crying gradually diminished, and she didn't want others to hear her crying.

Hera could only sigh, and continued to gently follow Penello's long chestnut hair.

But not long after, just when Hera thought Penello was about to fall asleep, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

"...don't understand why there's such a fuss, Igor."

"Severus, you can't pretend that none of this happened!" Karkaroff's voice sounded terrified and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard, "It's become more and more obvious over the past few months, and I'm very worried now, and I can't deny—"

"Run away, then," said Snape's voice impatiently. "Run away—I'll excuse you. But I want to stay at Hogwarts—"

There was a sudden scream from the rosebush, as if Snape had blasted the rosebush away, and several dark figures jumped out of it.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" said Snape fiercely—a girl ran past him, "Ten points from Hufflepuff, Stebbins!" Another boy ran after the girl. "And you, what are you two doing?" He glanced at Hera and Penello sitting on the carved bench and asked.

Hera noticed that Karkaroff looked a little panicked when he saw them standing here, and he reached out uneasily to touch his goatee, and then wrapped the beard around his fingers again.

"We are resting here," Hera said bluntly, "will this not affect your conversation?"

"Then rest!" Snape yelled angrily, and strode past Hera, his long black robes fluttering behind him.Karkaroff hurried away after Snape.

"It seems that there is some room for manipulation." Hera looked at Karkaroff's back, and a small plan was brewing in her heart.

"What's the matter?" Penello looked up. At this time, Snape and Karkaroff had disappeared on the Rose Path, and she only heard some noises.

Hera gently lifted her face, and kissed her seductive red lips lightly. After a while, they separated, and a long "thin line" was drawn between their lips.

"It's nothing, it's just that they are patrolling." Hera said softly.

"By the way, what time is it?" Penello blushed, but still did not forget the time, "You promised Principal Dumbledore before."

"It's okay, I think he's probably still dancing at the ball." Hera squeezed Penello's face, but still supported Penello to stand up. "I was just observing Harry before. I've been wondering who put his name into the Goblet of Fire. I think the black hand behind the scenes will definitely take the opportunity to approach him to achieve his unknown dark purpose, but..."

"Nothing, did you?" Penello's tone was low. She never thought that Hera could change the topic so quickly. They were still exchanging bodily fluids just a few seconds ago!
"Oh, yes." Hera said, and he hugged Penello with both hands. "I think our lovely Penello should go back to bed and sleep. I must be exhausted today? I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore. I hope it won't be too late when I come back."

"What are you doing, let me down~" Penello buried her head in Hera's neck, she seemed a little embarrassed, even though she had been together for a long time, but such intimacy—in front of outsiders—is definitely not much.

"I'll take you back to the bedroom." Hera chuckled and rubbed Penello's chest with the tip of her nose.

"Alright alright."

In the principal's room, Hera No. 11 looked at the clock hanging on the wall. He was very annoyed. He shouldn't have sent Penello back to the room so quickly. He already knew that Dumbledore, the old bee, was not a punctual guy. He had been sitting here for 4 minutes!
Squeak!

At last the door was pushed open, and Dumbledore entered the room in his purple robes studded with glittering crescents.

"Principal Dumbledore." Hera stood up quickly.

Dumbledore just waved his hand to let Hera continue to sit on the chair, and he sat on his chair with a faint smile.

"Hera, is there anything you want to tell me?"

(End of this chapter)