Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 35 Penello's Tuition Time
Back in the office, Penello was already inside, and at the moment she was writing something on the parchment with a quill pen, and Hera quietly walked behind her.

Looking at the content above, Hera curled her lips, "Penello, as I said, you don't need to write the papers of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have read your books, and you have studied very well."

"Ah!" Penello fell directly into Hera's arms like a frightened rabbit.

Feeling Hera's embrace, the temperature of her chest, and the faint woody fragrance, the masculine atmosphere unique to men slammed into Penello's mind.

"I just want to tidy up." Penello's voice was like a mosquito's voice, his face flushed with shame, buried in Hera's chest.

If it wasn't for Hera and Penello who were almost stuck together, he wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

"Well, you really are a good student of Ravenclaw?" Hera tilted her head and joked, pretending to inadvertently put Penello back on the stool.

"Stop joking, Professor Hera." Penello said coquettishly, pulling the corner of his clothes.

"Okay, haven't you already said that? Just call me Hera in private, and I'm not a few years older than you." Hera reached out and patted Penello on the head, deliberately maintaining an ambiguous atmosphere.

At Hogwarts, Penelope exists to create a lustful image of Hera to the outside world. In addition to the money-greedy character set that Hera worked so hard to maintain before, Penello directly disguises himself as a money-grubbing and lustful image.

Only by muffled voices can one make a fortune, especially in the current environment where the black and white demon kings are undercurrents.

"Okay, Hera." Penello's voice was almost inaudible. If it wasn't for the only two of them in the room, Hera might not have heard it.

"The voice is so low, haven't you eaten? No, I mean, have you had dinner?" Hera realized that she had accidentally told the truth, and quickly changed her words.

Penello shook her head, she came to Hera's office directly after class.

"Then let's eat together." Hranunu said, snapping his fingers, "Copper."

With a bang, Cowper appeared in front of the two.

"Prepare us some dinner." Hera looked at Penello and added, "Two more cups of warm milk and more desserts."

"As you wish." Cowper bowed slightly, and disappeared again.

"Professor, I don't eat sweets very much." Penello muttered. When she came last time, she clearly saw that Hera didn't eat sweets.

Hera smiled lightly and shook her head, "Sweets can make you feel good, and you are too thin."

Not long after, Cowper appeared with two trays full, quietly put the food on the table and left.

In the office, the two sat facing each other. Hera was busy preparing the lesson plans for the class, and Penello lowered her head to write the paper, but her eyes raised from time to time revealed her inner thoughts.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was already ten o'clock when Hera finished preparing the content of the class for the first-year students tomorrow.

He looked up at the clock, and covered his forehead with a little regret, "Penelo, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice that it was so late."

"It's okay, I can be here." Penello seemed to have thought of something, his face flushed with shame, as if the top of his head was about to steam.

"Huh? What did you say? I'll take you back to Ravenclaw."

"Nothing is nothing."

"Don't refuse me. Ravenclaw's lounge is on the top floor of the tower. It's so late. It's hard to explain why I met Mr. Filch." Hera made a joke at the end, and sighed secretly.

It's not that he doesn't understand the girl's mind, it's just that he is in his current situation.
And even in a different environment, he still has some things he has to do.

She got up and picked some desserts for Penello, and Hera escorted her all the way back to the Ravenclaw common room.

"Thank you." Penello bowed to Hera holding the book, and smiled sweetly at Hera. Even at midnight, Hera was a little surprised.

Watching Penello disappear into the passage, and the portrait returned to the place where he should have been, Hera hummed a little song and walked towards her office.

"Copper!" Hera slapped her forehead suddenly, almost forgetting.

"Sir." With a soft sound, Cowper appeared in front of Hera, still wearing the tea towel-like robe.

"Send Penello a cup of hot milk every morning, and prepare some desserts in the evening."

Hera arranged tasks for Cowper in detail, never considering whether Cowper would be too busy.

But obviously Cowper didn't mind, and he was even very excited, only feeling that he was hit on the head by a pie falling from the sky.

Hera talked eloquently for a few minutes, and then looked at Cooper with some embarrassment, and didn't know if he remembered clearly after explaining so much.

However, Cowper was excited to hug Hera's lap, but due to the professional ethics of the house elves, Cowper had to suppress his inner excitement.

He just looked up at Hera like a fanatic, and said excitedly, "Sir, you are so kind."

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Hera frowned, and took a small step back, he was just worried that Cowper would wipe his tears on himself.

This is a new product from the Fengya wizard clothing store, and it cost him more than thirty Galleons!

"Then go and get busy, I still have to take a walk in the castle." Hera staggered away from Cowper and strode forward.

Cowper stood where he was, looked at Hera's back, and silently clenched his little fists to cheer up.

"Come on, Copper, you must be the best house elf, take good care of Mr. Hera and Mrs. Penello!"

Then, it disappeared in place with a bang.

Speaking of Hera, he was wandering around the castle, but unexpectedly encountered a little trouble.

Looking at the oil lamp not far ahead, Hera couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Just now I explained to Penello that I was worried that she would meet Filch, but I didn't expect that she didn't, and I met him in a blink of an eye.

"Let me see. Which academy's little wizard came out for a night tour. Jie Jie Jie" Filch's voice matched his oil lamp approaching step by step, full of pressure.

No wonder many young wizards said that the person they fear most at Hogwarts is Professor Snape, followed by Filch.

Even when Hera saw the oil lamp, she almost couldn't hold back and wanted to turn around and run away.

But he quickly realized, why should he be afraid of Filch?

I am not a student now!

It's the professor! ! !
Thinking of this, Hera even lazily slowed down her pace, just to see the disappointed expression on Filch's face.

"Uh, it's Professor Lestrange. You haven't rested so late?"

"Yeah, didn't you rest too?"

"That's my job, Professor." Filch sighed, and he didn't really feel like making midnight rounds.

All Filch wanted was for the "cuties" in his room to use their talents.

Including but not limited to the iron chains and handcuffs he polished.

(End of this chapter)