Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 3 If The Whomping Willow Could Talk
"Get out of my bar, you are not welcome here!" Aberforth said to Hera angrily, his beard flew up in anger.

Before Hera could react, she saw that Aberforth was about to take out his wand from his arms, and quickly withdrew his left leg that had just stepped into the bar.

"Uh, I'll go, I'll go right away, brother, don't be impulsive!"

Aberforth watched Hera exit the bar angrily, then sat behind the bar angrily, opened a half-drunk bottle of wine and drank it, sighing while drinking, not knowing what happened.

Hera was in a very bad mood after being driven away.

Tell me what is this called?
What about the promised wealth code?

How about a free midnight snack?
She was still hungry, Hera rubbed her belly, looking at the gloomy sky, the towering Hogwarts Castle in the distance fell silent.

"Do you want to vote again?"

After hesitating for three seconds, Hera decisively decided to fight Qiufeng again.

Relying on the location of memory, Hera finally found her target at midnight.

Well, Hera admitted that he didn't remember its location at all. He just wandered around the Forbidden Forest for three or four hours before he found the location of the Whomping Willow.

"Sigh, man, as I get older, my memory is not good. I remember that there used to be a tunnel that led directly to the Whomping Willow, but I can't remember it."

Hera scratched her head, then looked at the Whomping Willow swaying left and right, and took out her wand from her pocket.

Casually transforming a stone next to it into a dirt dog, Hera directed it to attract the Whomping Willow's attention, while she cast an illusion spell and sneaked towards the Whomping Willow.

In fact, the Whomping Willow has no eyes at all, and the Disillusionment Curse is pure self-deception.

However, Hera has developed the habit of casting a disillusionment spell on herself whenever she does something bad. Grabbing the gap where the Whomping Willow and the dog 'play', Hera's palm is pressed on a scarred bark on the Whomping Willow.

Then the Whomping Willow fell silent.

Hera skillfully took out a small knife from the pocket of the cloak, and with a smirk at the corner of her mouth, she slapped the branches of the Whomping Willow.

But while Hera was doing this kind of thing, she said with emotion:
"Oh, let me tell you about you. It's pretty lonely in the Forbidden Forest by yourself. There's no one to give you a shape. That bastard Hagrid only knows how to walk the dog and raise pets all day long. He doesn't know how to trim it for you. Look at how ugly you are, and I'm the only one who is so kind."

Hera unceremoniously made excuses for herself, and then took off her cloak with some relief, revealing the T-shirt and shorts inside.

If Whopper Willow could talk, it would be like a little girl huddled in a corner, timidly begging Hera not to approach her.

But obviously Hera didn't know these things. Even if Hera knew it well, she would keep oppressing the Whomping Willow with a smirk on her face.

Hera looked at the Whomping Willow whose branches on one side were obviously missing after pruning, and directly fed her conscience to the dog, opening her eyes and saying this nonsense:
"Look, do you feel relaxed on the top of your head after trimming it? You must know that cutting bangs is quite expensive! I won't charge you today."

The Whomping Willow shook its trunk slightly, and Hera patted it with great satisfaction, and said cheekily, "It's all right, you're welcome."

Hera rolled the cut branches with the cloak she took off, rummaged under the Whomping Willow for a long time, found the tunnel in memory, and went straight in.

After a while, Hera looked at the bright place in front of her eyes, quickened her pace, and walked into the room. Then she suddenly remembered that the Whomping Willow led to the Screaming Shack!

"Hey! How did I forget about this kind of thing? If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have to go around in such a big circle."

Hera clutched her forehead and regretted it, she was really crying stupidly by herself.

But already in Hogsmeade, she can apparate. Hera thought about her destination, followed by a dizzy squeeze.

Hera staggered and almost fell at the destination, but she was still thinking about the Whomping Willow branch in her hand and forced herself to stand still.

If given the choice, Hera would very, very much not want to disapparate, mainly because she felt like a sardine in a sardine can, being shaken wildly in it for 3 minutes.

Well, in fact, it only feels like two or three seconds, but it doesn't affect Hera's negative review of Apparition.

If there is anything that can make Hera hate it more, it is probably the port key. The feeling like an anchor hooked on the stomach is definitely the most annoying feeling for Hera, almost comparable to the pus of a raw tuber.

Don't ask why Hera knew, it's because she was young and frivolous.

Shaking her somewhat heavy head, Hera looked vigilantly at the figure huddled in the corner, and then pushed the door forward.

Under the moonlight, the signboard of Bojinbok shop looked particularly creepy, and many guys who were about to move in the shadows fell silent again.

"Hey! Mr. Bojin, here I come again!" Hera punched the bar with a fist unceremoniously, directly startling Bojinbok who was resting on it.

Hmm. Quite a jump, Bojinbok's wand was aimed at Hera's head.

"Hey! Don't worry, don't worry, it's me!" Hera immediately raised her hands to beg for mercy, and the hitting willow branch that she had been holding in her hand fell to the ground, wriggling unscrupulously in the shop.

"Hey, isn't this my dear Mr. Lestrange? I don't know what's the business of disturbing my old man's rest so late?" Mr. Bojin put down his wand cautiously, and mocked angrily.

However, Hera would not underestimate the old man in front of her. He was able to open an alchemy magic shop in Knockturn Alley, and it also achieved the largest market. What is this?
This is money.
No, this is a symbol of strength!
"Ahem, didn't I get something, and I thought of you the first time." Hera smiled cheekily, without the arrogance of hammering the bar before.

"Oh? The Whomping Willow?" Mr. Bo Jin lowered his head and looked at it, but he just exposed his dangerous hairline. Hera wondered whether he should consider reselling hair growth agents in the magic world.

"Mr. Lestrange, those Whomping Willows you sold to me before have not been sold yet, and the price this time will not be too high." Bojin kicked the Whomping Willows on the ground, bargaining unceremoniously.

Hera's complexion tightened, "."

　New book set sail!
　　Take the recommendation ticket and beat me to death!

　　


(End of this chapter)