Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 44 The Eve of Halloween

"I thought you could have something in your mind full of troll snot. It turns out that I expected too much from you. Quirrell and that one have already returned to Hogwarts. Your Occlumency is still like shit." Snape mocked bitterly.

But Hera was now able to try to understand the meaning of Snape's words.

Simply permuting and combining, what Snape meant was: "Quirrell and Voldemort have returned, and your Occlumency has not been practiced yet, I am so worried about you! You must be careful! You little idiot! Hey!"

Cough cough, there probably won't be any.

"Oh, Professor Snape, what's the matter with you? Why did you come back from the Forbidden Forest empty-handed?" Hera hadn't heard what Snape said just now. He couldn't say that he had seen Voldemort a long time ago, and even accompanied Quirrell to hunt unicorns just now, right?

"Hmph!" Snape snorted coldly, and turned to look in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. "I don't know who broke into the Forbidden Forest again. Hagrid said he was attacked. When I went, the intruder had already escaped."

"Well, that's really a pity!" Hera shrugged and nodded irrefutably, but her heart was filled with ecstasy.

Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would definitely be caught by Snape.

But it seems that Snape didn't know that Quirrell was going to hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest?

"Hera, has Quirrell made any changes recently?" Snape shook his cloak and sat beside Hera, his slender fingertips stroking his wand, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

"Qiro? What else can I do? Look for that thing in the castle." Hera sighed.

Snape opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't seem to know where to start, "Didn't the Dark Lord have any thoughts about that stupid Potter?"

In the end, it was just this sentence, Snape's eyes fell on Hagrid's cabin, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to say this sentence.

"Potter? Harry Potter?" Hera froze for a moment, "What can Harry do?"

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine," Snape murmured.

"Why do you suddenly pay attention to Harry?" Hera asked with interest, this was the first time that Professor Snape cared about students.

Snape froze for a moment, then said with a straight face, "That stupid Potter, in case he angered the Dark Lord."

"Don't worry, Harry probably won't, he's not that stupid." Hera patted Snape on the back, and smiled quite freely.

Getting up and walking towards the castle, Hera threw Snape on the steps and left.

The steps are too cold, and hemorrhoids are easy to develop after sitting for a long time.

But before entering the castle, Hera glanced back deliberately, and found that Snape was still sitting there, slightly raised his head and looked towards the Forbidden Forest, not knowing what to think.

Greasy hair reflects the light.
Although Hera was not in a good mood, time did not depend on his will, and before he knew it, it was the last day of October.

During this period of time, Quirrell's whereabouts have also become elusive. He has been thinking about trying to break into the corridor on the fourth floor, but he has never had a suitable opportunity. The main reason is that there is too much traffic there, and there is really no way to sneak in.

Even with the illusion spell.

So Quirrell gave Hera a task, an opportunity for him to go to the corridor on the fourth floor to test it out.

Early in the morning, Hera got up from the bed, smelling the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin wafting in the air, feeling a little complicated.

"Today, I hope everything can go according to plan." Hera slid her fingertips in the closet, looking for a suitable cloak, and said in a low voice.

If all went according to Quirrell's plan, no students would be hurt when the troll was ushered into the dungeon at dinner time, and Quirrell stormed into the auditorium to announce the news.

The troll attracted the attention of most teachers and students, and no one would notice the corridor on the fourth floor.

Hera took the opportunity to sneak into the fourth floor to test the situation inside.

Everything is perfect.

Picking up a cloak embellished with bronzing patterns and putting it on, Hera took a deep breath and set off for the classroom.

"Qi Luo is definitely out of his mind! I know all the tricks set up by the old fox. What are you still trying to do? Is it just that I need to tell you the strategy?"

Sympathy is sympathy, Hera is quite repulsive to Quirrell's plan.

The first level in the corridor on the fourth floor is Hagrid's three-headed dog Lu Wei.

That damned three-headed dog had never had its teeth taken care of or cleaned, and Hera didn't want to spend tens of gold Galleons to buy a new robe with its disgusting saliva.

So... I just need to go upstairs for a walk, and then tell Quirrell that there is a three-headed dog, and there is no way to get in. That's it.

Paddle, Hera is serious.

Arriving at the classroom, it seems that tomorrow is Halloween. The students are a little impetuous, and their condition is obviously much worse. Even the little badger is excitedly discussing Halloween.

Hera simply gave half of the class time to the students for self-study.

Until the afternoon, at least together, it looked normal.

Standing on the podium, Hera casually asked a question to the first-year wizard below. The familiar brown-haired figure disappeared, and Hera realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

The mood was messed up by Quirrell's plan, and then found out that there are still little wizards who dare to skip class?

Oh, the wings are hard?

"Huh? Where's Miss Granger? Does anyone know?"

Hera frowned and looked at the students in the audience, silent.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but they didn't seem to know where Hermione was going either.

"It seems that no one knows." Hera pulled her face down, and said angrily: "Someone saw Miss Granger's words and wanted to tell her. I need a reason."

The little wizards looked at each other, it was the first time they saw Professor Hera so angry.

In their impression, Hera has always been a humorous professor, not so much a teacher, but more like a senior, brother, and friend.

"Tens from Gryffindor for Miss Granger's absence."

Draco and his two followers were secretly laughing, and Hera knocked Draco on the head angrily.

"Listen carefully."

"Yes, Professor."

"We continue to learn that trolls are quite terrifying monsters, both powerful and stupid. They have a reputation for both. They are often violent, and they don't know when they will do it for no reason. Trolls are native to Scandinavia, but in recent years they have also been seen in other parts of Britain, Ireland and northern Europe."

"There are three types of giant monsters, mountain monsters, forest monsters, and water monsters. Does anyone know the characteristics of mountain monsters?"

(End of this chapter)