Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 30 Harry and His Friends
"I got it! I got it!"

Hera stood up and saw Snape staring at him with his wand in his hand, this time Snape did not wait for Hera to resist, and directly removed the crumpled.

"What's going on?" he asked, staring at Hera.

"I know how to deal with Legilimency!" Hera gasped, "I just caught that feeling."

"Really?" Snape asked sharply.

Hera didn't answer right away, rubbing his forehead, still reminiscing about the dizzying epiphany of that moment
"Yes, I think I understand." Hera raised her head and nodded with firm eyes.

"Then let's continue." Snape raised his wand again, not intending to give Hera too much chance to breathe.

By the time Snape allowed Hera to leave, Hera had already sat limply on the ground, and her cloak was covered with sweat.

"I have to say, you have the best willpower among the students I've met." Snape put away his wand, and threw Hera a towel from the next room.

"Wipe the sweat off your face, don't lose your Slytherin grace."

"Yes, Professor." Hera pulled a smile in front of her face, although Hera was repeatedly receiving Legilimency, Snape was still casting Legilimency on him.

Continuously and repeatedly casting Legilimency to read the emotions and memories in other people's minds, even Dumbledore or Voldemort would consume a considerable amount of energy, let alone just Snape?
Holding the towel to wipe off the sweat from her face, Hera, who was really powerless, could only put the towel on the seat, and bowed slightly to Snape.

However, it seemed that because of too much physical exhaustion, he almost fell to the ground, Snape quickly stretched out his hand to pay attention to Hera who almost fell.

"Be careful." Snape said coldly, as if he was not used to speaking like this.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Don't misunderstand, I just don't want to be misunderstood by others." Snape looked at the grateful expression on Hera's face, and let go of his hand coldly. Fortunately, Hera's physical strength had recovered, and he didn't fall down directly.

"Yeah." Hera nodded, turned around and walked back towards the door.When the door opened, Hera looked back at Snape, who looked indescribably lonely with his hands propped on the table.

Hera threw aside the messy thoughts and gently closed the door, sending painful messages to him all over her body.

He wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, but he really couldn't wait for the time for dinner.

But Hera soon realized a problem. Where is the kitchen?

He doesn't know! ! !
After walking around the hall for a long time, he didn't know where the kitchen was, but he saw a familiar little man.

"Professor Hera!" Harry waved excitedly at Hera, and ran over with several thick books between his hands.

Beside him was a tall, lanky kid whose red hair gave away his identity.

Oh, another Weasley.

Hera resisted the constant weakness coming from her body and greeted Harry, "Harry, how is your first day at school?"

"Oh, it feels really amazing!" Harry opened his mouth exaggeratedly, as if just opening his mouth wide was enough to express his inner surprise.

"Hi, professor." At this moment, the Weasley boy beside him greeted Hera slowly.

Hera frowned, he didn't want to have anything to do with the Weasley family, they were all crazy guys.

Relying on having many brothers and sisters, I formed gangs in school.
Do what they think is right - bully the poor Slytherin students.

"This is?" Hera squeezed out a forced smile from the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, professor, this is Ron, Ron Weasley." Harry pulled his little friend and happily introduced his new little friend to Hera, completely oblivious to how reluctant Hera was smiling.

"That's right. Weasley. When I was still in school, I was 'taken care of' by Bill and Charlie a lot!" Hera said through gritted teeth.

There was an expression of interest on Ron's face, but Hera didn't intend to say more.

At this time, Harry finally noticed Hera's pale lips, bloodless face, and that somewhat unstable and shaking body.

"Hera, why are you scabies potion...?" Harry said worriedly, holding Hera's arm.

"It's okay, I just learned some knowledge from Professor Snape." Hera waved her hand, indicating that she was not in a state where she had to be supported while standing.

"Professor Snape seems to hate me very much." Harry complained directly to Hera.

"Ahahaha, don't take it too seriously." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder and shrugged. "It's not your fault, Harry, because Snape hardly ever liked any of the students."

"But he really does seem to hate me."

"Nonsense!" Hera rubbed Harry's hair, and the messy black hair became even more dissolute, "Why does he hate you?"

Harry looked suspicious, but seeing Hera's appearance, he still held back and said nothing.

"Okay, kids, let's go to class." Hera clapped her hands, "You should still have a class to attend."

Ron nodded, pulled Harry's sleeves and left, but Harry was still hesitant to speak, and looked back at Hera.

Hera blinked at Harry, gasped and continued to search for the entrance of the kitchen slowly.

After 10 minutes, Hera gave up.

Sitting on the stone porch in the foyer, Hera looked out at the Forbidden Forest, which looked like a brutal beast against the backdrop of the night, just like Hogwarts showing its minions.

For Hera, it was not just the Forbidden Forest, it was simply a cornucopia. It was by selling the materials of the Forbidden Forest that he managed to survive several economic crises in his past life.

"Oh, next time you must ask Dumbledore where the kitchen is!"

Hera sighed, and casually looked at the strokes in the stone corridor.

A painting of a silver bowl full of fruits, looking at the big green pear above, Hera felt her mouth secreting some liquid.

is saliva.

I couldn't help but reached out and stroked the big pear on it.

then
Everything was in Hera's exaggerated mouth that was about to fall, and the pear squirmed, giggling, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

Hera hesitated, grabbed it and opened the door.

Inside is a dark staircase going down.

Carefully taking out her wand, Hera turned sideways and cautiously moved forward.

Down the steps, there was a high-ceilinged room almost as large as the Great Hall, with many gleaming copper pots and basins piled up against the surrounding stone walls, and a large brick fireplace at the far end.

(End of this chapter)