Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 372 Banned for a month - Unsealed

It took Harry almost a long time to describe how he had changed in the recent period. Before learning Occlumency, his scar occasionally hurt, usually at night, or after he had a few sudden sensings of Voldemort's thoughts and emotions.But now the scar stabbed almost constantly, and he often felt bouts of annoyance or joy that had nothing to do with his actions at the time, always accompanied by sharp pain from the scar.He was sure that this increased sensitivity had begun after learning Occlumency with Snape for the first time.Also, he dreamed almost every night now that he was walking down the corridors towards the Department of Mysteries, always ending up standing longingly in front of the black door.

"Have you spoken to Severus about this?"

Harry looked Hera in the eyes and shook his head firmly.

"Oh," Hera sighed softly, "The premise of Occlumency is mutual trust between the two, which is the minimum."

"I told you that you should work harder." Hermione said sharply from the side. She had long since disliked Harry's appearance. She seemed to be firmly resisting Voldemort all day long, but in fact she could do nothing but cause trouble for everyone.

On this point, Hera and her thought very much the same.

Harry really didn't seem to be doing anything meaningful other than getting into trouble.

"I tried!" Harry became angry, ignoring that they were in the library, "You should try it! Snape wants to walk into your mind, it's not a happy thing!"

"Ahem, children, I'm afraid we have to leave here." Hera had already seen Mrs. Pince walking towards this side waving a feather duster. In fact, her pace was surprisingly fast. "How about we better get out of here as soon as possible and go to my office?"

"No problem, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Hermione said quickly, quickly tidying up the homework spread out on the desk, which took up all the desk.

They still didn't pack up before Mrs. Pince came, but Hera stood in front of them. He looked at Mrs. Pince, and Mrs. Pince weighed her feather duster, as if she was considering whether she could beat Hera. In the end, she gave up, and she turned sideways to make way for Hera and the others.

"Don't let me see you talking loudly in the library!" Mrs. Pince said angrily to the other students.

It didn't take them much time to get to Hera's office. The only unpleasant episode was probably when they met Umbridge in the corridor. Hera didn't even look at her, as if she was like air, which almost made Umbridge explode.

"Close the door." Ron was the last to enter the room, Hera said to him, and he closed the door obediently.

"Hera, where are you?" Hermione looked at Hera's office in astonishment. The place where the fireplace used to be was now tightly blocked by red bricks. "You sealed up the fireplace?"

"That's right, that's what you see." Hera shrugged, snapped her fingers, and asked Cooper to prepare some afternoon tea for them. "Come and have a taste, I guess you are all tired of studying, Harry, take some too, don't be angry anymore, Hermione didn't mean to blame you, she just worried about you too much."

"I know." Harry muttered and took the milk biscuit, in fact, he knew it all too well - what Hermione said was right, but he just couldn't do it.So he can only be angry, angry with himself.

"I have a guess. Hera." Ron's voice was low, but he raised his hand, and the other three had to notice him.

"Tell me." Hera picked up a cup of black tea and sipped it.

"It's probably not Harry's fault that he couldn't switch off his brain," said Ron darkly.

"Well, I agree with this, but Harry's effort is obviously not enough, he completely forgot the precautions I told him before." Hera nodded and said, the analytical and rational Weasley is pretty good, at least the thing on Ron's neck is not an ornament.

"Maybe Snape wasn't really trying to help Harry, maybe, he was actually trying to open Harry's mind a little wider for You-Know-Who-"

"Pfft!" Hera spit out a mouthful of tea, "Sorry, Mr. Weasley, I think there is something wrong with my ears just now?"

"This is just a guess, and I know it's unreliable," Ron said dryly. He had already guessed that Hera might have such a reaction, but what he didn't expect was that almost all the tea sprayed by Hera fell on him.

"Sorry, sorry." Hera quickly apologized and took out her wand to help Ron clean his clothes.

"This wand—?" Hermione looked at the wand in Hera's hand strangely.

"What's the matter?" Hera tried her best to keep a normal face. He used the wand that Dumbledore gave him too much recently, so that he subconsciously took it out just now, and Hermione might have noticed it.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm just a little dazzled." Hermione quickly closed her mouth, but her eyes obviously didn't look like giving up. She kept staring at Hera, and didn't even pay attention to the discussion between Harry and Ron.

Hera pretended not to care and stuffed the wand into her pocket, chatting with Harry and the others while drinking tea.But he was still a little nervous. For some reason, he suddenly had the thought of worrying that this wand would be taken away by someone, and this thought became more and more intense in his heart.

"There must be something wrong. It is necessary to find Dumbledore." Hera said to herself with a sigh in her heart.

"He was a Death Eater before," said Ron stubbornly, "and we've never seen evidence of his real conversion."

"Dumbledore trusts him, and I trust him," Hera said, "Although I can't explain to you why, you may not be able to trust him, but please trust Dumbledore."

"Uh, this"

The conversation almost ended in such an anticlimactic manner, and Hera didn't see whether Harry was possessed by Voldemort in the end, but since Snape said it was nothing, presumably it really didn't matter.

January flies by horribly fast.Before we knew it, February had arrived, bringing warmer and wetter weather, and our second trip to Hogsmeade this school year.Harry was also about to start his second date, and they agreed to go to Hogsmeade together on Valentine's Day.

To take things a step further in dating, Harry turns to a guy who seems to have a lot of experience - Hera Lestrange.

"Hera, what do you think of me wearing this bow tie? Will it look too serious?" Harry was pulling the bow tie around his neck in front of the mirror in Hera's office.

However, he was dressed like a bartender in an upscale bar—that was Hera's truest thought.

But I have to say that Harry managed to arouse Hera's interest. He wanted to go to Hogsmeade to see what gifts to buy for Penello. After all, today was Valentine's Day.

But Dumbledore's words.
"Just ask, he won't refuse." Hera murmured, so he stood up almost immediately and walked to the door of his office, "Harry, you'd better lock the door for me when you go out, I think you can do this, just press the doorknob. I'm going out."

"No problem, sir." Harry nodded, still flushed and looking overly excited.

In the principal's room, Hera and Dumbledore were sitting across the table, and Hera's hands were tangled together, waiting for Dumbledore's 'opinion'.

"Hera, you know, we've discussed this issue before." Dumbledore was silent for a while before opening his mouth. His words were almost exactly what Hera had guessed before, but he continued without waiting for Hera to speak: "But who made today such a beautiful day? I think even Miss Clearwater would like to receive a gift from the Isle of England." After finishing speaking, he smiled and looked at Hera.

He agreed, he agreed to let Hera go out today, he finally agreed.

"Thank you so much, Dumbledore. It's been a while since I've been out of the castle, too." Hera jumped up from her chair happily, which made him so happy.You must know that even students will have at least two opportunities to go to Hogsmeade every month, but Ke He doesn't even have this.

"Have fun."

"Of course, sir, do you have any candies you want to eat?" Hera was in a good mood.

Dumbledore smiled even more, "Let me think about it," he poked his chin with his slender fingers, "Bloody lollipop, bring me one, one is enough."

"No problem." Hera patted the armrest of the chair and agreed.

When Hera left the castle, almost all the students had already set off—there were only a few people waiting for Filch to sign out of school, and most of them were in pairs, which made Hera a little jealous.

"It's all the damn Dark Lord's fault, otherwise I wouldn't know how comfortable my little life is now."

Hera completely forgot that if it wasn't for him, Voldemort's resurrection plan would have failed, at least not so smoothly.But in any case, Hera still got a lot of benefits from the resurrection of Voldemort.

Hera vaguely remembered that there was a small teahouse on the side road. Maybe the clerk inside could introduce to herself what to give to girls on Valentine's Day, but as soon as she opened the door, Hera's footsteps froze.

The Paddife Tea House is small, interrupted by mist, and everything seems to be adorned with ruffles or bows.

"Why does this place look like Umbridge's office?" Hera cursed in a low voice, and was about to leave, but he just glanced around the room, and saw a somewhat familiar figure—Harry and the Ravenclaw girl, who seemed to be named Cho Chang, right, that's the name.

They sat near the foggy window.

"Oh, I bumped into you again. Now you can't quibble, right?" Hera smiled coldly, turned around and was about to leave. He was not interested in continuing to eat dog food here. There were only one-on-one people in the room, all holding hands. He couldn't stand all of this.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" said Mrs. Puddife, a fat woman with a shiny black bun, who was struggling to squeeze between the two tables.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I have other things to do." Hera shook her head slightly, opened the door and walked out.

"Okay, sir." Madam Puddieff nodded, smiling at Hera.

After Hera left the Paddife Teahouse, she walked straight towards the Three Broomsticks. Sure enough, it would be better for him to ask Ms. Rosmerta, at least the place would not be full of lovers.

It rained in the sky.

"Good morning, ma'am." Hera walked quickly to the bar and greeted Ms. Rosmerta, "Give me a glass of lemon soda, thank you."

"Of course no problem." Ms. Rosmerta took out a shiny cup from under the bar, wiped it carefully with the towel, and finally made a glass of lemonade for Hera.

In the Three Broomsticks, there is no charge for lemonade, but there are very few wizards who order a glass of lemonade alone, and Hera is probably the first one today.

"Rosmerta, do you have any good suggestions? I want to give Penello a Valentine's Day gift." Hera asked in a low voice, "You know, today"

"My God—you didn't prepare Valentine's Day gifts in advance, right?" Ms. Rosmerta's voice was a little too loud, so that several couples next to her looked sideways, but after they found out that it was Hera, they silently turned their heads back—most of them were students of Hogwarts.

Hera suddenly realized that it had been a complete mistake for him to ask Ms. Rosmerta for her opinion, for she was clearly laughing at herself.

"Hmph!" Hera snorted. He drank a big sip of lemonade, stood up and looked around, and suddenly saw Hagrid sitting in a corner sullenly.

"Hey, Hagrid!" Hera squeezed her way between the tables, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Hagrid jumped to his feet, looking down at Hera as if he didn't recognize her.Hera saw two more cuts and several bruises on his face.

"Well, it's you, Hera," said Hagrid. "How are you?"

"Very good," Hera responded. In fact, in front of the bruised and sad-faced Hagrid, he felt that he had nothing to complain about. After all, he was only grounded by Dumbledore, and he was released today, didn't he?

"Er—are you all right?"

"Me?" said Hagrid. "Oh, I'm fine, Hera, fine..."

He stared at the pewter glass the size of a bucket and sighed.Hera didn't know what to say.The two sat in silence for a while.Hagrid said suddenly, "We're pretty much the same, aren't we, Hera?"

"Hmm - what do you mean?" Hera didn't understand.

"Well... I said it before... it's all like this," Hagrid nodded understandingly, "it's all orphans again, um... it's all orphans."

He took a swig of his wine.

"It's very different to have a good family," he said. "My mother wasn't that good, your family wasn't that good, and if you had a good family, everything would be different, right?"

(End of this chapter)