Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 318 This is a complete pile of garbage - my father is a magazine editor

"You also read "The Quibbler"?" Hera picked up the magazine on the table in surprise. He didn't think that anyone would like this magazine. After all, no matter how you look at it, it contains sightings of creatures that don't exist in the world and some non-mainstream news. If a person with a normal mind would probably not order it.

"Yeah," Luna said in a daze, staring at Hera, "yes, my father is its magazine editor."

"Oh, that's right." Hera moved to the side, giving Luna a seat where she could easily sit down. "I think it's quite interesting, but it may not be so acceptable to people."

"Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings." Luna said in a singing voice.She also took out the latest issue of "The Quibbler" from her messenger bag and flipped through it. She held it up high, but the way she read it was different from Hera—she read it upside down.

Hera just glanced at Luna and ignored Luna, everyone has their own favorite way of 'reading', it's no big deal.

But Harry, who was sitting across from Luna, felt extremely uncomfortable. Luna kept staring at him across the magazine, as if he was some precious magical creature.This made Harry extremely uncomfortable.

"Have you had a good summer?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," said Luna dazedly, staring at Harry without even blinking, "Yeah, had a good time. You're Harry Potter," she added.

"I know that," said Harry.

Hera almost burst out laughing while watching, the little guy Luna successfully gagged Harry's mouth, finally giving him a piece of cleanliness.Originally, being assigned this task by Dumbledore was enough to cause him a headache. After all, the train journey lasted nearly ten hours.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, I'm just a small person." Hera noticed that Luna turned her light-colored eyes to him, and said quickly.

"I know you are Hera Lestrange."

"I know that too." Hera said imitating Harry's tone, but he couldn't help laughing.

"I don't understand, what's so funny?" Luna asked suspiciously.

But Hera just shook his head, and turned his attention back to the magazine. He was reading a cartoon about Sirius. I have to say that Luna's father is really talented.

This page has a very badly drawn caricature.In fact, without the caption, Hera would hardly have recognized the man as Sirius.The painting depicts Sirius standing on a pile of bones, holding a wand in his hand, and the title of the article reads:
Sirius—is it as dark as in the picture? (Sirius’ surname is Black. In fact, according to the naming habits of the Black family, it should be Sirius Black. However, since most book friends are poisoned by domestic translators, it’s better for everyone to call him Sirius. The same goes for Hufflepuff, which is also a translation problem.)

A notorious murderer or an innocent music superstar?

Hera was almost dying of laughter looking at this cartoon. This report used some specious testimonies and wild guesses to successfully bring Hera enough jokes to make him laugh all day long.

He continued to flip through, not just the report on Sirius, but also the funny cartoon about Fudge, but it had to be said that the headline of this report seemed much more plausible. It read: How far is Fudge from taking Gringotts?

But the content is even more bullshit. The report said that a Ministry of Magic insider said that Fudge was always discussing the goblins he killed, thrown into the water and drowned, pushed from upstairs, poisoned to death, and made into pies and baked.
Hera can assure you that there is definitely a disclosure here, that Fudge Corning will have many faults, but it's just unbelievable that he'd order someone else to make goblins into pies, it's just so bizarre.He flipped through the rest of the articles in the magazine, and Ke Ke's whisper could not stop coming out.

In the end Hera laughed so hard that the magazine in her hand dropped and slid down her lap onto the floor.

This aroused Harry's interest, and he said, "What are you looking at, laughing like this?"

Hera couldn't help laughing even harder, he desperately clutched his stomach, and laughed so hard.

"No—it's nothing. I just feel that the person who wrote "The Quibbler" is definitely a genius!" Hera pressed her chest and said out of breath.To be honest, the reports in it were completely nonsense, and even a little bit of thinking could tell how unreliable the contents were, but it just hit Hera's joke - it was so funny to see them writing nonsense in a serious manner.

"How did I know such an interesting magazine?" Hera finally held back her smile, and said to Luna with a chuckle, because she mentioned that her father was the editor of the magazine.

"I think my father will be very happy to know this." Luna stared at Hera with wide eyes, clear and pure.

"I must get to know him when I have the chance." Hera nodded. He was really interested in such an interesting person.

While the two were talking, Harry glanced at the magazine on the ground, reached out to pick it up, and held it to his chest to read it.

"Harry, to be honest, I don't think you will be interested in this kind of article." Hera glanced at Harry, but Harry just stared at the spoof of Fudge on the magazine cover and asked anxiously: "Can you show me?"

Hera could only nod her head.

The train rattled on, taking them into the open countryside.It was a strange, capricious day.For a while, the car was full of sunshine, and for a while, the sky was gloomy and cloudy.

Harry's expression was like the weather outside, slowly becoming gloomy, and his complexion became more and more ugly.

The compartment door was pushed open, and it was Hermione and Ron, followed by Crookshanks' ugly cat, and Piggy, an owl who was always squealing.The trolley selling food had already arrived, and the witch selling snacks snorted at Hera and closed the door without even giving Harry a chance to buy.Hera and her relationship have not been very good.

"I'm starving." Ron said, stuffing the piglet next to Hedwig. He reached out to the table to get some food, but in vain, "You didn't buy anything, did you?"

"Actually, she didn't sell us anything," said a muffled voice.At the same time, there was a rumbling sound of a hungry stomach.

Seeing this, Hera had no choice but to admit that it was his problem. "I think it's probably because I don't have a good relationship with her. She just opened the door of the compartment and closed it hard. I still have some mints here. You can eat some first. I'll ask other students to buy some later."

"Unlucky," Ron grumbled, but honestly took Hera's mints, and everyone took a piece.Hera squinted at them, smiling.This is the inventory he bought for Garen before, but he didn't expect to forget to hand it to Penello when we parted last semester.

"I must tell you," said Hermione, looking particularly unhappy as she sat down, "that there are two prefects in every fifth year in every house, a boy and a girl."

Hermione sat next to Luna, and the two girls could still sit together, but Ron could only squeeze beside Harry.

"I probably know." Hera put her arm on the small table, "Draco is a Slytherin prefect?"

"That's right." Ron said bitterly, and he closed his eyes and fell back in the chair, as if he had been exhausted this morning.

"And that total cow—sorry, I don't want to use that term, that Pansy Parkinson," said Hermione tartly, and Hera had rarely seen her so angry. "How could she be a prefect? ​​She's dumber than a troll with a concussion."

"It's okay, I think Miss Parkinson is famous for being stupid, as long as you don't say it in front of her, I don't think it's a big deal." Hera said with a smile, Pansy was Draco's follower for the last two years, but he didn't know much about it.After all, Draco had to go around Hera.

"Who's Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.

"Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbott," said Ron quickly.

"The Ravenclaws are Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil," said Hermione.

"Oh, I remember, Harry attended the Christmas ball with that Patil, right?" Hera suddenly remembered the name. She was a dark-skinned girl, and she also had twin sisters. They were almost the most beautiful girls in the whole grade. It was hard not to be impressed by them.

"Yeah, I know," Harry pursed his lips, his head aching when he thought of the Yule Ball, which was a dark history in his life.

"But she wasn't having a good time," Luna said vaguely. "She thinks you're not very kind to her because you won't dance with her. I don't think I care much." She added thoughtfully, "I don't like dancing much."

After finishing speaking, she shrank back to the back of "The Quibbler".

The atmosphere in the compartment suddenly froze.

"Is there anything nice on it?" Ron asked, looking at the magazine in front of Harry.

"Of course not," said Hermione tartly, before Harry returned. "The Quibbler is a load of rubbish, everyone knows that."

Hera obviously noticed that Luna's face became flushed, and her ears were shaking with anger, and the carrot earrings hanging on it were shaking up and down.

"I think this magazine is quite interesting." Hera kept winking at Hermione, hoping that she would stop saying anything hurtful.

Obviously, Hermione is not some kind of idiot. Although she didn't understand why Hera was like this, she quickly changed her tune: "That's all, some of it is quite interesting. I mean, it's still very interesting."

Luna casts her a cold glance, then steadfastly draws herself back behind the Quibbler.Hera felt a little headache watching this scene, and the already frozen air was even more suffocating.

At this moment, the door of the box was opened again.

Hera turned her head and saw that it was Draco and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, who had grown uglier and looked exactly like their father.

"Potter—" Draco said in a drawl, his oily blond hair and pointed chin were exactly like his father's, but the moment he saw Hera, his legs trembled, and his voice trembled: "Professor, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed your rest."

After speaking, he quickly fled the cubicle.

"What did you do?" Hermione looked at Hera in disbelief, trying to read the flowers on his face.

Hera lowered her head and glanced at herself, and said with a puzzled look on her face, "I also seem to know what I'm doing?"

"But why is he so afraid of you?"

"I see, he must be afraid that you will catch his father's feet." Ron said proudly, "We all know that his father is—"

"Enough." Hera interrupted Ron with a stern face, "These things are for us adult wizards, don't say such things anymore."

In any case, whatever crime Lucius committed was his own problem, but it had nothing to do with his son.Ron made up Draco just because of Malfoy's surname, which was the worst thing Hera hated.

This is a kind of discrimination.

Hermione and Ron left on the pretext that they still had to patrol the train, and they had to go back to the prefect's car to change into their robes.

The train continued to travel north, and the weather was still changing.Raindrops beat intermittently against the window, and then the sun lolled out, only to be covered by clouds soon after.Harry opened his mouth several times to ask Hera something, but was interrupted by a look from Hera—in fact, he just glanced at Luna with his eyes, and Harry shut his mouth knowingly.

As night fell, the lights in the carriage came on, and Hera clenched her wand tightly in her pocket. Dementors like this kind of gloomy weather the most.God knows whether the dementors have fallen to Voldemort, and the dementors attack the train is not a one-time or two-time thing, and there is no harm in being careful.

Fortunately, it didn't seem to be dangerous. Hera breathed a sigh of relief. He could already see Hogwarts from a distance through the car window.

"We've got to change," Harry said, his eyes fixed on Luna, and it couldn't have been more obvious.

"Okay, I'll go out and wait for you first." Luna rolled up "The Quibbler", carefully put it in her messenger bag, and then got up and walked outside.

The compartment door closed.

"Harry, you are really not a gentleman." Hera laughed lightly and complained.

Harry shook his head quickly, but he didn't say anything. He could see that Hera was very interested in Luna. He couldn't possibly say that he couldn't stand Luna's gaze, could he?

By the time Luna had finished changing, the train was slowly slowing down, and Hera could hear a commotion all around, as everyone was busy gathering luggage and pets and preparing to get off.

Hera only needed to escort Harry to the place where he took the carriage to complete the task. Of course, he didn't mind rubbing the carriage. After all, walking to Hogwarts on such a rainy day was really torture.

　Thanks for the 1500 point reward from the huge dj, I am sorry if you look like this.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)