Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 50 The Deal with Hermione·Achieved!

"guess what?"

Quirrell pursed his lips. If he hadn't seen the blood vessels on the back of his hand bulge, Hera would have wanted to give him another cross talk.

"Well, in fact, after opening the door, there is a three-headed vicious dog inside. The whole body is gray and has three big heads. Its eyes are fierce and terrifying, and its mouth is full of big yellow teeth. It looks neglected."

Hera looked at Quirrell's speechless expression and lost the good mood just now, and quickly and briefly described Lu Wei's appearance.

"Then can you beat it?" Chilo asked, holding his chin and thinking for a while.

Hera shook her head, "That should be Hagrid's pet. You should know that he has always liked that kind of scary pet. I believe that the three-headed dog is definitely no less dangerous than a fire dragon, especially in a closed room."

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Quirrell got up and paced back and forth in the office with his head down. Hera didn't have the desire to think with Quirrell. He naturally knew Lu Wei's weakness-as long as he played some music on it, he would fall asleep soon.

This was when Hera sold the Hippogriff to Hagrid two years ago. When Hagrid forced Hera to drink at the Pig's Head Bar, Hagrid slipped the tongue and told Hera.

It's just that even though Hera knew the answer, he didn't intend to tell Quirrell directly-this is what Dumbledore meant.

Success that is too easy will make people doubtful, and appropriate difficulty will make the trap easier to succeed.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Quirrell froze for a moment, then left the office with a chuckle.

"Hera should be very tired today, and it must have taken a lot of effort to escape from the mouth of the three-headed dog!?"

Quirrell's concern was clearly wasted.
Hera, a rebellious boy, has never been to the fourth floor at all, and has never experienced the dangers that Quirrell imagined. The only thing he experienced was probably the unlucky giant monster.

But now that it has turned into a mass of ashes, no one will worry about its condition.

Apart from
Quirrell.

He probably had to go find another troll.

But this is Quirrell's troubles. Neither Hera nor Dumbledore will take this responsibility on their own initiative.

When Hera woke up the next day, she had completely forgotten about the troll. Anyway, there was no need to think about the past. Today is another beautiful day!
The moment he pushed open the office door, Hera saw a brown figure squatting in the corridor.

"Miss Granger?" Hera asked tentatively. In her memory, Hermione Granger should be the only little wizard of this height with brown messy hair.

The little girl who hid in the bathroom and cried secretly yesterday.

"Professor Hera, thank you for what happened last night." Hermione stood up from the ground rubbing her sleepy eyes, and directly bowed deeply to Hera.

Hera scratched her hair, recalling what happened last night with a little embarrassment, did she still expose herself?

No, I was definitely exposed.

"Miss Granger, come in and talk."

Hera lowered her voice and turned her head to look around the corridor to make sure that no one else was passing by.

If it is seen by students or professors, who knows what it will look like, then wouldn't my innocence be
"Hermione, can I call you that?" He snapped his fingers and asked Copper to bring a cup of hot milk. Hera estimated that Hermione hadn't had breakfast yet, and she might have come to the office door to wait for her as soon as the common room opened.

"Drink some milk first?"

"Okay, thank you professor." Hermione put down her schoolbag, took a sip of the warm milk in front of her with both hands.

Hera secretly wondered about the purpose of Hermione's visit. As the only person who knew that she appeared in the bathroom last night, Hermi would definitely not simply come to thank herself.

What would you do if you changed yourself to Hermione's position?

Hera is very good at empathy, and she knows exactly what she would do in the face of Hermione's situation!
handle = blackmail!blackmail!
"Let's talk, how much money can solve it." Hera closed her eyes, as if she was ready to be brutally slaughtered. As long as Hermione's request is not so excessive, it is not impossible for her to grit her teeth.

It's just that if she keeps threatening herself with this, even if Dumbledore is at Hogwarts, she will do something wrong.

Anyway, Dumbledore wouldn't really hunt and kill himself.

But if Voldemort knew about his rebellious behavior
Hera can directly book a cemetery for herself.

The current Hera is like a grasshopper on a thread.

If you don't tighten your tail and be a human being, I'm afraid you will turn into scum at the first moment when the black and white devils start fighting.

"Alas" Hera couldn't help hugging herself, it was really difficult for him.

Really hug and cry!
Hera waited for several seconds without hearing Hermione's offer, and opened her eyes slightly surprised.

Hermione's mouth was slightly opened, and the milk froth was still stained on her lips, as if she was taken aback by Hera's words.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione held the glass and looked at Hera curiously.

The corner of Hera's mouth curled into an ugly arc, it's already in my office, do you still have to play dumb?

The current little wizard, why is he getting better and better?
We all know not to drop the talk.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Hera took a long breath and repeated it again.

Hermione froze for a moment, and put down the glass, the foam still hanging on her mouth.

"I want to learn from you."

Hermione's request was too much! ! !

This was the only thought in his mind at the moment.

You still want to treat yourself as a long-term meal ticket?

Under the name of his own student, and then openly stretched out his hand to ask for Jin Gallon?

Looking at it this way, Hermione Granger is really a shrewd little wizard.

Sure enough, she should have come to Slytherin.

"Yes!" Hera gritted her teeth and agreed.

Hermione showed a bright smile, completely gone from the blank look she had before, she was so happy that she almost fell into Hera's arms.

"Really?"

"." He stretched his hand to support Hermione on the chair, and said expressionlessly: "Then you won't tell everyone about what happened last night?"

"Huh? What?"

Hermione looked up at Hera suspiciously, not understanding what Hera meant at all.

"Very well, that's it." He stretched his hands and patted Hermione's curly brown hair, and his hanging heart finally let go.

Looks pretty smart too!
"The teacher?"

"Yeah." Hera nodded.

Hermione got up from the chair, nodded towards Hera, almost a little moon hung on the corner of her mouth, "Then I go to class first?"

"Go, go." Hera sighed, and without knowing what she was thinking, she stretched out her hand and wiped the milk froth on Hermione's lips.

(End of this chapter)