Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 38

"Hera, you really exceeded my expectations." Dumbledore smiled, "It's really great to use it as practical material for children. Hogwarts has not had such a responsible Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like you for a long time!"

"Professor Dumbledore, I." Hera looked at the empty purse in front of her, then at Dumbledore, and finally nodded helplessly.

Let's do it, just treat it as your own due diligence, but those bastards can't play Boggart badly, if you don't have to play, you must deduct all the points from their academy.

Hera glanced at Boggart with a bitter face, and then the empty money bag became Dumbledore's appearance in the solidification of him and Dumbledore.

"Ahem, maybe I should leave." Dumbledore pretended not to see the Boggart turning into himself, and coughed lightly.

"Uh, then go slowly." Hera kicked the Boggart into the closet with a dark face.

My own Occlumency is still not good enough, I can't even fool a Boggart, once there is a little mood swing, it will be exposed immediately.

Back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, it was finally Draco Malfoy's turn!

The beloved son of his 'dear', generous brother-in-law Lucius.

"Draco, come forward." Hera beckoned to Draco, patted him on the shoulder very kindly, but didn't rub his hair like he did to Harry, it was covered with pomade.

"Yes, Professor." Draco's lips trembled a little, but he still strode forward.

"Okay, just here." Hera could feel Draco's body trembling slightly, as if he was very afraid of the Boggart he was about to face.

"Don't worry too much, try to think a little easier."

Draco nodded, his chest pushed forward again, but his face was paler.

Facing Draco, the Boggart changed rapidly, and finally turned into a middle-aged man with light blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes, and a pale pointed face in the surprised eyes of everyone, and he was holding a snake-headed cane in his hand.

Lucius Malfoy!

Even if the students have never met Draco's father, they can still tell that they look almost identical after all.
"Father." Draco said in a crying voice, only Hera, who was a little closer, could barely hear him.

Lucius' cane thumped heavily on the floor tiles, making a dull sound.

"Draco, you've let me down, you don't deserve a horse"

"Stop!" Hera yelled and stepped forward, taking a big step to block Draco's front.

Snapped!Lucius Malfoy disappeared.

For a second, everyone looks around to see where the Boggart is.Then they saw a man lying before Hera.

a woman.

Wearing a Hogwarts uniform.

There are also water green pattern decorations.

fell in a pool of blood.

Hera's complexion changed drastically, and she said quickly: "Funny, funny!"

Then there was a sudden kick, much harder than Ron's kick before.

I thought I would just kick the Boggart into the closet, but to Hera's surprise—the Boggart exploded into a thousand wisps of smoke and disappeared.

There was silence in the classroom, and the students dared not speak, but just looked at Hera's back.

Suddenly, Hera chuckled lightly, shrugged helplessly, turned around and apologized to the students, "I'm really sorry, I accidentally gained some strength. I thought it was true that Boggarts would only be defeated by laughter in the books. I didn't expect that physical damage could kill them too."

There was still silence in the classroom.

Hera lowered her head slightly, crossed her hands, and looked a little embarrassed, "Well, unfortunately, our practical lessons can only end here."

Hera noticed that Harry's eyes were obviously darker, not only Harry, but also the eyes of other students who didn't have their turn.

"But you don't need to be too sad. I remember that there is a Boggart in Mr. Filch's office. I will ask Mr. Filch and try to get the rest of the students to experience it in the next class."

Only now did the students cheer up a little.

"Perhaps, we should end get out of class now." Hera scratched her head, a little embarrassed, this class was indeed a bit anticlimactic
This is different from what he imagined! ! !

Shouldn't it be the end of the first lesson under the adoring gaze of all the little wizards?
Alas. That's all.
Hera sat in her seat, watched the little wizards leave, and for the first time began to question whether she was really capable enough to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After all, Dumbledore had rejected him before.

"Professor, I think your speech is very good." Hermione said holding her book with her head held high.

"Oh? Really? Thank you, Miss Granger."

"I think you are much better than the previous Professor Quirrell." Hermione nodded emphatically.

"Thank you." Hera nodded. Although that guy Quirrell said that his class was not very good, but in terms of ability, he seemed to be no match for him.

Just looking at his performance in the Gringotts battle that night, no matter how you look at it, he can be called a first-class dark wizard.

Hera seems to have really wasted her talent a bit.
"Then can I ask you some questions?" Hermione asked stubbornly, even though Hera's attitude was perfunctory. "You know, I'm quite curious about magic, and I hope to have more time to learn from you."

Pulled back to reality by Hermione's words, Hera nodded after thinking for a few seconds. "Oh, of course, maybe you can come to my office at your convenience after dinner from Monday to Friday."

Maybe he also has to study hard, find a good student who loves to study by his side, even out of self-esteem, I'm afraid he won't lazily lie on the bed and read gossip magazines.

Hermione almost jumped up, "Thank you, Professor Hera! Then I'll go to class first!"

"Uh-huh."

Watching Hermione's departure, Hera was in a complicated mood. She paced the classroom for a long time, finally let out a long sigh, stuffed her wand into her cloak, and walked upstairs to the principal's office.

"Jelly slugs."

The stone monster at the entrance suddenly came to life, leaping aside to reveal the gap in the wall, and Hera hurried through, stepping up the spiral stone staircase, and the gate closed behind him.

The stairs ascended slowly and automatically, and he brought him to a shiny oak door with a brass knocker.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hera yelled into the office.

"Hera?" Dumbledore raised his head. He was leaning over the desk and writing something. When he saw Hera's figure, he showed a smile, but he pushed the things on the table aside without a trace.

"Professor Dumbledore, I feel that my ability may not be enough to teach at Hogwarts. I want to practice again. When Quirinus comes back, I plan to travel." Hera sighed and sat directly in front of Dumbledore.

　This Friday, another day without recommendation!

　　so happy!
　　Come on.
　　


(End of this chapter)