Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 342 The owner of the pig's head bar turns out to be.
However, with so many little wizards gathered here, it seemed that there was no way to hold their little reception.

Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Sprout arrived almost without keeping Hera waiting for a long time, and they looked at Hera who was hiding at the door suspiciously.

"Hey, Hera, you're here—" Flitwick's words were interrupted by Hera's hiss.

"Filius, I think we may not be able to have a small reception today." Hera took off her hood and said to the three of them.

Flitwick's face suddenly became ugly, "What's going on? Could it be that the Pig's Head Bar is also full of Umbridge's eyeliner?"

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout tangled their faces together at almost the same time. They hated this kind of surveillance—yes, it was surveillance. Umbridge had already monitored the owls and the Floo network of the entire castle. Of course, the principal's office and the professor's office were connected to the Floo network. It was obvious who Umbridge was guarding against.

"I will tell my friends in the Ministry of Magic, this is Chiguoguo's violation of human rights." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face.

"I feel the need to do that." Professor Flitwick nodded. "There is nothing more disgusting than that."

"Oh, well, although I'm only a professor of herbalism, there are still a few students in the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic." Professor Sprout said flatly, pressing a Bowtruckle back into his breast pocket.

Hera looked at the furious professor for a while, not knowing how to explain it, but he could only bite the bullet and explain: "Uh, I think you probably misunderstood, Umbridge's people are not in the Hog's Head Bar, at least I think so."

"What happened in there?"

"There are about thirty students inside." Hera replied succinctly.

For a while, the four were silent, and it was Professor Flitwick who broke the deadlock.

"Ahem, what did you say?"

"I think you heard right, Felius, there are about thirty students in the Pig's Head Bar." Hera repeated.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "I don't want the students to see us drinking."

Professor Sprout gave her a sympathetic look. Professor McGonagall's wine was not that good, so it was only natural that she would mind this.

"Then let's go to the Three Broomsticks, I don't think we're going to talk about sensitive subjects, are we?" said Professor Sprout mildly, which was agreed by the other three.

Then, Madame Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks, was surprised to see Hera again.

"I thought you had something to do this afternoon!"

"Oh, don't mention it." Hera sat on the armchair and scratched her cheek. "Bring us something to drink, okay?"

"No problem, what do you want?" Ms. Rosmerta asked briskly.

"A small glass of canyon water—" Professor McGonagall was obviously an old regular here.

"Wild strawberry liqueur and soda." Professor Sprout nodded to Ms. Rosmerta.

"Okay." Rosmerta nodded, "And yours, pear juice soda with ice and umbrella snails."

"Hmm!" said Professor Flitwick, still pursing his lips.

"What about you, Hera?"

"Eggnog and honey, thanks," Hera said. "It's nice to see you again."

"I'm also glad to meet you." Ms. Rosmerta stepped on her shiny high heels and left.Soon she came back and put four glasses of wine on the table.

"Oh, I really want to know, what the hell is Umbridge planning to do in the castle?" Flitwick said angrily, taking a sip of soda water through a straw. Of course, he noticed the volume of his speech, only the people at the small table could hear him.

Hera shrugged, leaned back in her chair, and sipped the froth on the eggnog, "Who knows, maybe she wants Hogwarts to become a subsidiary of the Ministry of Magic."

"This seriously affects our teaching." Professor McGonagall was very angry. In fact, besides Hera, she had the worst relationship with Umbridge among the professors.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout looked at each other, and Qi Qi sighed, "Who said otherwise?"

"With so much going on in the school, where is Dumbledore?" Professor Flitwick said, shaking his head, wondering why Dumbledore hadn't shown up yet.

Hera looked around and put her head close to the center of the table. Seeing him like this, other professors also moved their heads closer.

Hera said in a very low, almost whispering voice, "He's at the Pig's Head Bar."

"What!? Is this true?" Professor McGonagall was the first to ask.

Hera pointed to her eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes. He was standing there. Although the beard and hair were messed up a lot, even though I didn't quite believe it, I saw it with my own eyes."

"That's impossible!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "He's not such an indiscreet person. He's already in Hogsmeade. How could he not return to Hogwarts?"

"Maybe he has his own plan." Hera said softly. Professor McGonagall's words attracted the attention of many passers-by, but when they found that the table was full of Hogwarts professors, they pretended nothing happened and continued to do their own things.

Flitwick asked almost immediately: "Then did he say anything? Or asked you to do something?"

"Not at all, he even refused to admit that he is Dumbledore." Hera shrugged helplessly, and he couldn't understand Dumbledore's stubbornness—maybe Dumbledore set up a situation in the Pig's Head Bar, waiting for a traveler with a Horcrux to come to the Pig's Head Bar
Such a nonsensical idea doesn't seem to be true no matter how you look at it.

"This is really a weird thing." Professor Flitwick rubbed his wine glass, frowning together, Professor McGonagall had the same expression as him.

Professor Sprout sat across from Hera. She looked at the three people who were in deep thought, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, "I said," she tapped the table with her fingers, "Did you forget someone, Aberforth."

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, then laughed quickly.Professor McGonagall rarely smiled, but she had one on her face at the moment, and Flitwick was banging his head on the table.

"Hey! Don't let me know nothing by myself, who is Aberforth?" Hera bumped Flitwick with her shoulder and said dissatisfied.

Flitwick wanted to explain to Hera, but he couldn't breathe out of laughter for a moment, so Professor McGonagall took over the conversation, "Aberforth is Albus' younger brother, they are blood brothers, both belong to the Dumbledore family. But their relationship has never been very good, even though they look alike."

Hera was dumbfounded. No wonder the boss had such a weird expression when he said that the boss was Dumbledore and when he asked why he didn't come to Hogwarts.
"But why hasn't anyone told me about this?" Hera asked, squinting her eyes and looking at the other three people, "I can't be the only one who doesn't know?"

"Of course not. In fact, very few people know about their relationship. After all, Aberforth always refuses to admit that he has a relationship with Albus." Professor McGonagall explained softly, "It's normal that you don't know, after all, how long have we been in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade."

"Well, it seems that I'm ignorant." Hera took a sip of eggnog resentfully, and the sweet honey in it made him feel much better.

"By the way, where did we just talk about?" Flitwick finally had enough of laughing, and he brought the topic back to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. "We have to find a way. At least let the students learn some self-defense methods. This is what we should do as teachers, isn't it?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a lot heavier.

"I will go to Dumbledore, and I will go to him as soon as he comes back, and apply for the restoration of the Dueling Club." After several seconds of silence, Hera said slowly.

Professor McGonagall shook his head, crossed his hands and sighed heavily, "He's very busy, even I haven't seen him at Hogwarts for half a month. We don't know when he will come back—by that time, I'm afraid Umbridge will have finished torturing the students."

"Then what about us carrying Umbridge on our backs? As long as Umbridge doesn't find out, it's fine?" Hera proposed another idea, but it was quickly rejected by others.

Professor Flitwick frowned, "We don't have enough space to accommodate that many students."

"Also, we can't let so many little wizards disappear out of thin air in the castle. Umbridge will definitely notice the anomaly, and she will try every means to find the classroom where we are training." Professor Sprout said. She took a big sip of wild strawberry liqueur, and her lips turned bright red.

The atmosphere on the table was already a bit heavy, but fortunately Ms. Rosmerta came over at this time, "Professors, your snacks." She put a tray on the table with a lot of small snacks in it, "Okay, Hera, don't look at me with such weird eyes, this is a personal gift, and it's free."

"I think you misunderstood me, I never meant that." Hera let go of the hand that subconsciously clenched the small pocket, and said with a smile.

Picking up the snack, Hera stuffed it into her mouth, "Rosmerta's craftsmanship is pretty good. The Three Broomsticks' snack is much better than the one at the Leaky Cauldron, and it's free—wait, I seem to have figured out a way." Hera put her hands on the shoulders of Flitwick and Professor McGonagall almost immediately.

Of course, Professor McGonagall glanced at Hera's hands that were still stained with biscuit crumbs in disgust, but she didn't say anything, she just put her ears on it.

"What did you think of?" Flitwick asked eagerly.

The heads of the four of them were close together, Hera's voice couldn't suppress the joy, "It's like this drink and snacks, Hogwarts courses are like this drink, and this snack is a gift—"

"Be direct, don't use metaphors." Professor Flitwick interrupted Hera. It would be too boring to show off his ingenuity at this time!
Hera glared at him, but stopped circling around, "Umbridge can say what's inside Hogwarts, but what about outside Hogwarts?"

"What do you mean?" Professor Sprout didn't react, but the eyes of Flitwick and Professor McGonagall lit up almost instantly. "Umbridge can manage the school, but she can't restrict little wizards from coming out. We can have classes outside. This definitely doesn't break the education order of the Ministry of Education."

"Yes, that's what I think." Hera nodded. "I think that probably only I can take up this job. After all, I don't hold any positions or jobs in the castle."

The three of them looked at each other, and their hearts sank. Hera meant that she had to face all the risks by herself.

"I'll help you." Professor Flitwick patted Hera on the shoulder and said.

Hera shook her head and patted the back of Flitwick's hand, "Don't worry, I can handle it all."

"Then we have to plan carefully, and the sooner the better." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I have a spare villa in Hogsmeade, with a large yard outside and a forest behind, I think it can be used as a practice ground." She didn't care about the surprised eyes of Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick, and said so calmly.

"I think the location has been decided. The next thing we need to do is to prepare the content of the class and tell the students that we plan to hold classes outside the school." Hera nodded. Professor McGonagall really helped him a lot, otherwise he would have to buy a house in Hogsmeade—this is absolutely impossible, and Hera just thought about it for a fraction of a second before throwing the idea out of his mind.

Gold Gallon is not so fancy!
"How about a notice?" asked Professor Flitwick.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout shook their heads together, "Umbridge will know that."

"If she knows, what can she do?" Hera asked with a smile.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were taken aback for a moment, as if this was really the case. So what if Umbridge knew?After all, Hera is not a professor at Hogwarts, nor does she have any position, so how could she control Hera.

"Then it looks like we can get this one up quickly." Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and said, he seemed very happy.

Hera also nodded, "I want to start next week, how about it?"

"Next weekend?" Professor McGonagall asked, "I'm afraid there is no better time than this, Hera, if there is anything we can do to help, just tell us."

Hera rubbed her hands, feeling a little embarrassed, "Actually, I really have an embarrassing secret, the cost of organizing an off-campus duel club"

"That's a problem," Professor McGonagall said, hugging his shoulders, "but I don't think it's a problem, Pomona, Felius, let's pay the money first, and then discuss it after Dumbledore comes back, how about it?"

"More than that, we can directly move the equipment in the castle here, which can save a lot of expenses." Hera also said, but he quickly thought of another thing.
(End of this chapter)