Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 350 The Magical Use of the Elixir of Bliss is by no means so simple.
In fact, almost no one paid much attention to the first Quidditch match of the school year, even the members of the four house teams, because they really didn't have much time to practice.Especially the Gryffindor team, they weren't even allowed to use the field - Snape's partiality to Slytherin was too obvious.

He was always pre-renting the pitch for the Slytherins, making it difficult for the Gryffindors to find a place to practice.

Of course, Hera had nothing to do with this matter, so he could only silently listen to Harry and Hermione complaining to him.

"He's probably just too strict. For Gryffindor, the relationship between the two colleges has never been good." Hera could only comfort him in this way.

Harry complained very dissatisfied: "Yeah, he always said 'this must be the problem of Gryffindor himself, otherwise why are they the only ones who get hurt'."

Hermione was also rarely on Harry's side, because even she saw Snape's favoritism - he did it a little too clearly.

"Children, are you still maintaining your small group?" Hera asked with a smile. In his office, some information could be discussed without worrying about being overheard by Umbridge.

"Of course." Hermione said, took out a gold Galleon from her pocket and held it in front of Hera, "See the numbers on the edge of the coin?" The coin glowed yellow under the firelight of the fireplace.

"Magic, it's really interesting." Hera commented implicitly, "If I'm not mistaken, this Galleon is a tool for you to communicate privately. As for the number, I think it represents the date or time, right?"

"That's right," said Hermione cheerfully, seeming proud of having come up with such a clever way of notifying all the members of the next meeting's time when there was a temporary change. "I sent one to every member, so that I can avoid people from different houses constantly walking through the auditorium to talk, which is too easy to be suspicious."

"It's really a good transformation spell, which is at least at the level of NEWTs." Hera clapped and said, "Professor McGonagall will be very pleased. You know, she has always been optimistic about you."

"Oh," Hermione tried to look humble, "Oh. Yeah, I think so"

Ron and Harry blushed because they were nowhere near as good at Transfiguration as Hermione, and they had trouble even turning rocks into big dogs—the transformed Hound was always squatting in place, and it hadn't forgotten that it was a rock.

"Perhaps you should be in Ravenclaw." Hera said sincerely. As a good friend of Professor Flitwick, when it comes to Ravenclaw, Hera couldn't be more clear-Flitwick is a typical Ravenclaw, full of desire for knowledge, although sometimes it seems too aggressive.

"The Sorting Hat was seriously considering sorting me into Ravenclaw," said Hermione lightly, "but it settled on Gryffindor. I suppose it has its reasons—"

"It might be just plain stupid." Hera interrupted Hermione angrily. Hermione would have been more rewarding in Ravenclaw, and the learning atmosphere there would have made her more at ease, rather than in Gryffindor - it is a rare thing to study hard.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"After all, I'm a Slytherin!" Hera shrugged and said, isn't it normal that Slytherin doesn't like Gryffindor?

Harry gasped. "Oh! Hera, I almost forgot that."

"." Hera pursed her lips and did not want to speak.

Harry clutched his stomach and laughed, "Isn't it because Gryffindors are always by your side! Those guys in Slytherin always hate you."

"This is a sad thing." Hera nodded in deep agreement, and he turned his head to Ron, "By the way, how is your training going? I remember you joined the school team, didn't you?"

Ron was still laughing along with Harry, but the smile on his face disappeared instantly after hearing Hera's words.

"It couldn't be worse." Ron bowed his head deeply.

Hermione stepped forward and said, "But he works very hard. I've seen his training."

"But it's still a long way off, we all know that, don't we?" Ron said dejectedly.

Hera patted Ron on the shoulder, "Don't be too discouraged, not everyone can find the knack in the first few training sessions, right, Harry?"

"Of course!" Harry exclaimed exaggeratedly. He looked extremely weird. "When I first flew into the sky, I was almost scared to death. In fact, when I first participated in training, I was so pessimistic that I could only stay on the broom for 5 minutes at most."

"Yeah, but you caught the Snitch in only five minutes." Ron said blankly, "Don't forget, we've been acting together since we entered school, how could I forget."

"Ah yes." Harry gave Hera a look helplessly, it seemed that he couldn't help much.

Hera sighed, what is this called?Why has this become his own business?

"I think, I seem to have seen more than you have a wonderful operation, right on the court, well, I have to admit, it was hard to forget." Hera tried hard to recall, he vaguely remembered seeing a very thrilling scene on the court when he was patrolling close to the edge, but he was not sure if it was Ron
"You hang on the broom with one hand and kick the ball away from the goal post so hard that it flies all the way to the other end of the field, passing through the ring in the middle of the opponent's goal." Hera encouraged Ron.

"Yeah, that's right, I'll bet it's as good as the save that Ireland's world-class goalkeeper Barry Ryan made against Poland's best Chaser Ladislo Zamoski not long ago." Harry said excitedly, patting Ron's thigh.

"Harry, can you say something I can understand?" Hera rolled her eyes angrily. He had never heard of these two names.

"Sorry." Harry didn't mean to apologize at all.

"I think, your technique is definitely not as bad as you showed in the past, but some other reasons restrain you." Hera thought for a few seconds and said softly.

Ron was even more frustrated, "Stop comforting me, Hera, I know how bad I am."

"I want to prove that I'm right." Hera patted Ron's shoulder heavily, "I'm going to look for it, you know, what I want to give you is a very precious magic potion, which is definitely very, very, very precious, even for me, there is only a little bit of it—aha, I found it!"

Hera took out a small bottle from her small pocket, which only contained about half of the golden liquid.

"It's—" Hermione couldn't help screaming under her breath, "it's impossible, how did you get it—?"

"Professor Snape and I are good friends." Hera smiled mysteriously. He squeezed the small bottle in his hand and shook it, letting the golden liquid sway in it. "Some time ago, because of the Dueling Club and the Defense Association, Severus gave me a small bottle."

"No, Hera, I can't take it, it's too precious." Although Ron's eyes were full of fire, he still understood what he should do. He couldn't accept the Felix Elixir—even though he didn't know what it was for, but looking at Hermione, he knew that it was definitely an extremely rare thing.

"This is a potion of luck. It will bring good luck to people. It is very complicated to make it. If you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous." Hermione spoke the introduction of Felicity Elixir as if endorsing it, which is almost the original text of "Powerful Potion".

"It's quite a perfect answer, but it's a pity that this is not a Potions class, otherwise I don't think Professor Snape would mind giving you five points." Hera held the Felicity Potion in her palm to prevent it from slipping from her fingers.

Hermione shook her head with a complicated expression, "Two points, he only gave me two points at most, and in most cases, no points at all."

"Then he is really biased." Hera agreed. "Okay, Ron, come on, I don't need it now."

Ron scrambled to catch the Felix Felicia before it fell to the ground and wasted. "Hera, I can't have it. Mom and Dad will know--"

"Then don't let them know, and don't let Fred and George know, they will sue." Hera quickly said, his relationship with the Weasley family has improved a lot now, probably because they work under the roof of the Order of the Phoenix together, if the twin brothers can save Hera, he believes that the relationship between them will be even better.

Harry frowned tightly, "Hera, you'd better keep it," he glanced at Ron, a little sorry, but Ron returned a look with understanding, and handed the Felicia to Hera. "What you are doing is much more dangerous than ours, and it can be better used in your hands."

"Just Quidditch," Ron muttered, arms still outstretched.

After a stalemate for a while, Hera finally put the Felicia Potion back into her pocket resentfully, "Well, children, you have convinced me. I hope you can perform well in the competition and win against Slytherin—oh, forget it, I wish you victory anyway."

"We will try our best to train." Ron clenched his fists to cheer himself up. They left Hera's office soon, and they still had to use their free time to practice a lot, even if the effect was not obvious, but this was the only thing they could do.

Hearing the slamming sound of the door closing, Hera sighed, went back to sit behind the desk, and took out several small bottles from her pocket. The shape was the same as Snape's bottle of Felix Elixir, and the golden liquid was also inside.

"Ron, it really gave me a big surprise." Hera looked at the Felicity Potions on the table with flickering eyes. These were all fake, and he put the real Felicity Potions into a wooden box.

October ended in storms, and November came, cold as winter iron, every morning a layer of frost, and icy winds cutting hands and cheeks.The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale blue-gray, the mountains around Hogwarts put on snow caps, the temperature in the castle dropped so much, when resting in the corridors between classes, many students wore thick dragon leather gloves, and Hera also changed into robes that had been enchanted with warmth, which was enough for him to face even the most violent snowstorm.

The morning of the Quidditch match was sunny and cold, and Hera got up early from the bed. He planned to go around the court to avoid any accidents. You must know that when Harry was in the first grade, Quirrell was chanting spells in the stands. If someone sneaked into Hogwarts and set some traps——

Well, it must be admitted that this is almost impossible, but Hera is always a little inexplicably worried.With Umbridge around, he feared that something might happen.

The stadium was very empty, and Hera came too early, so that there was no one in the stands, but on the frosty grass, Hera saw a figure.

"Luna Lovegood! Why are you here? At this time, you should have breakfast in the castle." Hera said loudly, but as soon as the words fell, he felt a little strange. This kind of words didn't seem to come from his own mouth, it was more like Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick.

"Oh, a lot of my stuff is missing," Luna said calmly. "You know, someone took it and hid it. I thought maybe it was thrown around here, and I have to get it back, so I'm looking for it here."

"How could they put your stuff up?" Hera asked Luna, frowning. This is definitely not something a student should do.

"Oh well," she shrugged, "you know, I think they think I'm kind of queer. Some people actually call me Crazy Lovegood."

Hera took a deep breath. How could anyone think the daughter of the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler" was weird?
Do they know how good The Quibbler is?

No, do they know what they are doing is not right?
"They have no reason to hide your things." Hera said righteously, "Do you need my help?"

"Oh no," she said, smiling at him, "they'll come back, they always come back at the last moment, it's just that I was looking for something."

"I mean, I'm going to tell those students to stop their uninteresting and despicable behavior, which is too much," Hera said.

"Oh!" Luna jumped up from the ground like a frightened rabbit, "I don't think it's necessary, I don't care about these."

"If something like this happens again, remember to tell me, do you remember my office?" Hera said.

Luna nodded.

(End of this chapter)