Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 42 Forbidden Forest and Unicorn
Back in the office, Hera was lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, feeling indescribably depressed.

"Am I still too weak?"

"Dumbledore can obviously solve it!"

"."

Hera turned her head and stared at the Forbidden Forest through the window, shrouded in the night like a beast, trying to pounce towards Hera.

"Sure enough." Hera's eyes dimmed, "I'm just too weak."

Dumbledore's meaning is already very clear. Quirrell is a stepping stone to hone Harry, and it can be regarded as his last use of his residual heat.

Thanks to Hera, he thought of a way to separate Voldemort and Quirrell before, but Dumbledore probably didn't consider this plan at the beginning.

All he wanted was to squeeze out the last ounce of value from Quirrell.

For that damned prophecy, one killed the other with his own hands.

"Ugh"

Hera rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself up, leaving only a long sigh in the room.

Early the next morning, the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Today, many young wizards were surprised to find a long-lost figure at the guest table—Professor Quirrell wrapped in a purple turban.

"Professor Quirrell is back!"

"Yes, I saw it."

"Professor Nahra"

"No way, is it going to be replaced by Professor Quirrell again? He is simply a disaster."

The students were chattering and discussing, and the stammering Quirrell seemed to have become a momentary figure, even Dumbledore deliberately turned sideways to smile in the direction of Hera and Quirrell.

"Hera. I'm very happy. The students like your lectures very much." Quirrell stammered with Hera, and Snape beside him sneered.

"Oh, I think so. Quirinus, you just lack self-confidence." Hera ate the vegetable soup in front of her expressionlessly.

He really doesn't know how to face Quirrell now. He considers himself a shameless liar, but this is the first time he has encountered this situation.

Everyone seems to know Voldemort and Quirrell's plan, but everyone is acting with him.

Everything is a fabricated fairy tale, and the Philosopher's Stone is just a fantasy. Voldemort is destined not to get it, and it may even have been transferred back to Gringotts by Dumbledore.

Breakfast was spent in a burst of discussion.

Hera went directly to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Quirrell was doomed to die, so he didn't want to bother Quirrell anymore. Let's enjoy life now with peace of mind.

This is the only kindness Hera has.

Even Hera could hear the chittering of the little wizards in the classroom in the corridor.

Pushing open the door, looking at the little wizard sitting on the seat, Hera habitually showed his bright smile.

bulingbuling~
"Ah~! Professor Hera is so handsome~!" A little badger sighed like this. Seeing that she was about to fall on her classmate, Hera couldn't help coughing lightly as a reminder.

"I'm very glad to continue to meet you in this classroom." Hera walked onto the podium. Although it's not time for class, it doesn't matter if he explained in advance the next class arrangement.

At least the students almost cheered the moment they saw Hera.

When the students calmed down again, Hera said softly: "Professor Quirrell is unable to continue teaching in a short period of time due to physical reasons. It is very likely that I will be a substitute teacher for this school year. Don't be too happy, everyone. Have you finished writing the papers on the red hat and the vampire?"

"what!?"

"Is there anyone who didn't write it? No way, no way? It's not because I'm a teaching assistant that I didn't write a paper, right?"

Hera looked at the surprised student jokingly, joking with everyone easily.

Everything is still going on in an orderly manner.

until
"Hera, let's go to the Forbidden Forest now." Quirrell's face was pale, his body shook slightly, and he could barely stand still while holding on to the table.

He was exhausted, and desperately needed unicorn blood to replenish his vitality.

Hera rubbed her temples, sighed and got up from the bed.

About the unicorns, Hera also mentioned it to Professor Dumbledore, but Dumbledore's attitude was very ambiguous. It seemed that as long as the unicorn herd in the depths of the Forbidden Forest was not slaughtered, there would be no problem.
Sacrifice one or two to Quirrell is not a problem at all.

Even Dumbledore would take the initiative to leave Hai Ge, so as not to disturb Quirrell.

I was afraid that Quirrell would accidentally drink unicorn blood and be killed by Voldemort
"OK, let's go now." Hera checked the wand, found a cloak with a hood, and was ready to go out.

Opening the door, Quirrell and Hera were embarrassed.

"Professor Hera." Hermione was holding a thick book in her arms. Through the vaguely exposed words, Hera recognized that it was "Practical Defense Magic and Its Restraint against Dark Arts"—even though it was just an introductory book, it was too profound for a first-year wizard.

"Sorry, Hermione, Professor Quirrell and I have something to go out, if you don't mind, you can wait for me in the office." Hera said apologetically.

He forgot that he promised Hermione to answer questions at night.

Hermione nodded and entered the office without saying anything, holding a thick book.

"Oh, it seems that everyone trusts you!" Quirrell smiled awkwardly. Why didn't such a little wizard come to him when he was teaching?
They were all messing up his class, and they were of no use except to keep him from stepping down.

Hera shrugged indifferently, "Who knows, maybe it's because of the face."

"." Quirrell turned his eyes on Hera, and in the end he had no choice but to admit that Hera was really too handsome.

"Okay, let's go quickly, your physical strength shouldn't last long, right?" Hera put on the hood, helped Quirrell and herself put on the illusion spell, and walked quickly towards the Forbidden Forest.

It was pitch black in the Forbidden Forest, but a star in the south was extremely bright in the sky.

"I don't know if we will meet the centaur, it's a brain-dead." Hera grumbled and complained, he didn't want to meet the centaur, those guys are really naive, talking about messy astrological predictions.

"Then kill them." Quirrell gritted his teeth and said, his physical strength was approaching the limit, and if he didn't absorb the unicorn blood, he might die in minutes.

Hera walked briskly through the bushes, and complained about the Forbidden Forest with Quirrell beside him, trying to make the atmosphere more relaxed.

But after he finished speaking, he found that Quirrell did not answer him.

"Quirinas?"

"Hera." Quirrell fell to the ground and moaned, stretching out his palms to Hera weakly, as if he had reached his limit.

Hera sighed and said, "."

(End of this chapter)