Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 32 Defense Against the Dark Arts Substitute Teacher
Hera breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the goblins of Gringotts didn't even figure out how many people invaded, let alone find themselves.

No one has talked to me yet, so it should be relatively safe, right?

But it seems to be Harry's birthday, right?

Hera held her chin and thought about it, Harry's birthday.
The cliff is July 7st, and everyone in the European magic world knows this kind of thing!

But these things have nothing to do with me, after all, I am just an ordinary assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

I flipped through the newspaper casually, but there was no valuable news in it, but Rita Skeeter published a new article.

The authenticity of Rita Skeeter’s report is not flattering, but her writing style really fascinates Hera. It is always a moving love, or a family’s grievances and hatreds. It is simply mesmerizing to read.

Of course, Hera was just watching the serialized novels in the newspaper.

Putting the newspaper on the table casually, Hera snapped her fingers.

"Cowper."

With a soft bang, Cowper, the house-elf, appeared in front of Hera wrapped around his tea towel, dragging a tray full of food in his hand.

"Your food." Cowper bowed, not daring to look Hera in the eyes, humbled to the extreme.

"Put it on the table." Hera said lightly.

"As you wish." Cowper put down his meal and disappeared with a bang.

Hera looked at the food and found that it was soft and easy to digest, and it came with a glass of warm milk. She couldn't help curling her lips——such a good house elf, I want to make one too.

After simply eating, Hera went back to the bedroom directly to sleep. Learning Legilimency with Snape was really hard work, and the physical torture was second to none. The main thing was that his head was like a child dancing Shamat hip-hop in it—a mess.

At the same time, the principal's office.

Looking at the broad and straight figure, Snape growled in a low voice.

"Why? Why did the Dark Lord stay in the castle? Why did I teach him Occlumency?"

"Severus, I think only you can teach him. Voldemort has returned. Although he is no longer powerful, he still has extraordinary magic power. Even if there are only steam and shadows left, he can still confuse dark wizards to follow him." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"What about the Dark Lord?" Snape said viciously. If the old man in front of him was not the most powerful existence in the magic world today, he might have already uttered a curse.

Dumbledore's eyelids drooped, as if he didn't dare to open them, even though Snape couldn't see them at all. "I hope I can find a suitable way to peel him off from Quirrell. He is very weak and has no body, but the same, we can't hurt him."

"Maybe just give Quirrell a death curse?" Snape sneered.

"Avatar?" Dumbledore turned back, looking at Snape. "You know, that would just kill Quirrell."

"Kill Quirrell? I don't think there's anything wrong with killing one of his followers." Snape said coldly.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't want to delve into this topic with Snape, "How is he?"

Snape froze for a moment, but soon realized that Dumbledore was referring to the stupid savior - Harry Potter.

"Mediocre, arrogant, like his father, with a penchant for breaking records, for showing off, for attracting attention, for being insolent—"

"What you saw was what you expected to see, Severus." Sitting on the chair, Dumbledore picked up a copy of "Transfiguration Today" and read it without raising his head. "Other teachers said that the boy was humble, easy-going, and talented. I personally found him to be a likable boy."

Snape snorted coldly and didn't stop talking.

Dumbledore turned a page and said, still without looking up, "Keep an eye on Quirrell for me, will you?"

Snape watched Dumbledore pretending to be dead, and turned away with a tense face.

This damn guy, every time he doesn't want to talk, he puts on such a gesture.

Day two.

Hera was lying on the bed in a sweet dream, and suddenly felt a strong squeeze, like the sardines in a sardine can being shaken violently.

"Professor?" A timid female voice sounded.

"Ah?" Hera opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the dozens of little wizards in the classroom in a daze.

"This is.?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor." Penello said with a smile.

"Then it's me, Merlin!" Hera covered her face, and suddenly remembered that Dumbledore seemed to have said that she would be a substitute for the class yesterday.

But I completely forgot about it! ! !

There is absolutely no preparation for lesson preparation!
Besides, why did he come over so suddenly?
Apart from the house elves, the only one who can apparate at Hogwarts is the phoenix named Fox.

But fortunately, Hera has always had the habit of wearing clothes to sleep, so the students won't see anything that shouldn't be seen.

"What have you learned?" Hera took out a cloak from his pocket and put it on himself. There was only a T-shirt and shorts on his body. Although it was considered to be wearing clothes, it did not quite match his attire as a professor after all.

Penelope trembled, as if thinking of something terrible, but a little badger next to him smiled bitterly and said, "Professor Quirrell's class was a disaster, and he didn't learn much at all."

Let Badger say that, I think Quirrell's teaching ability is really a problem.

"Uh, then what should you talk about?" Hera scratched her head. Although she had applied for the position of professor with Dumbledore before, he really doesn't know how to teach!
"Maybe we should start from the beginning." Penello closed the book and sighed.

Hera nodded, and then discovered an embarrassing fact
"Can anyone lend me a book?"

Without saying a word, Penello walked towards the first row with his schoolbag, sat directly in front of Hera, and turned his book so that Hera could see the contents clearly.

"Oh, thank you."

Penello shook his head and said nothing, just quietly watched Hera turn a few pages in Chapter 1, and then returned the book to Penello.

Hera grinned. Fortunately, he had studied seriously back then, at least it would not be a problem to deal with students casually.

Back on the podium, Hera clapped her hands to make the students stop whispering, and at the same time put their eyes on him.

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(End of this chapter)