Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 52 The Boy Who Lived May Be Dying
Hera swears that he just made Marcus Flint vomit slugs for about two hours in a row. For some reason, Marcus always avoided Hera when he met Hera. Even in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Marcus was sitting at the back of the classroom, and the place closest to the door.

It seemed that he had accidentally left some shadow on him.
But Hera didn't care, and Alisa seemed to hate this brother very much. When she saw Marcus spitting snot all the time, she was the one who laughed the most exaggeratedly.

So even with Hera, he didn't bully Marcus less. Even though Marcus was hiding far away now, Hera often asked Marcus to sit closer by name.

It's just that Marcus won't be so obedient.

But in general, Hera's teaching life is not bad.

However, Snape's teaching life did not seem to be satisfactory. When Hera went to find Snape to learn Occlumency on Friday, she found that Snape's legs were limping.

You can tell at a glance that he must have injured his leg!
"Hey, what's wrong with our Professor Snape?" Hera's tone was a bit frivolous, mainly because he found that Snape had a bit of a bad mouth, but he never did his job, and he never hid what he should do or say. Similarly, he would not care about other people's poisonous tongue.

The main reason is that they are familiar with each other, and they speak a little more unscrupulously.

"How is your Occlumency learning? Does this start to concern your professor?" Snape sprayed the venom as usual, but Hera noticed the movement of silently covering his legs with his robe.

"Okay, okay, this is your privacy, I won't ask any more." Hera smiled, and just took a small step closer to Snape, sniffing his nose hard, frowning, "The stench of the three-headed dog's saliva can be smelled from far away."

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly, picked up a book on the table and threw it at Hera.

Fortunately, Hera had quick eyesight and quick hands, and caught the book directly without being hit by the corner of the book.

""The Origin of Quidditch"? I didn't expect that you, an old bat, would be interested in Quidditch?" Hera looked down at the title of the book. On the cover of the book, there were abstract paintings of Quidditch balls and scoring rings, and she shouted out in surprise.

"Huh?" Snape's brows were tightly knit together, his right hand had already been inserted into the cloak, and he knew without guessing that he must be looking for the wand.

"Old bat?"

"Uh, what I mean is the extremely talented Dean, Mr. Severus Snape." Hera put down her book and assured her, patting her chest.

Although Snape clearly knew that Hera was full of nonsense, he didn't care too much about the title. Anyway, the students called it that. If Snape really cared, he wouldn't have been partial to Slytherin House for so many years.

But for this title, Hera raised her hands in agreement.

Just looking at Snape's thin figure, straight hair, cold and unfathomable eyes, sallow complexion, large hooked nose, and black robe and cloak, he really looks like an old bat!
It's just not very elegant.

There wasn't much grace in Snape, though.

Seeing that Snape was silent, Hera asked tentatively, "Lu Wei—the three-headed dog—'s saliva is poisonous, it's not a simple bite. Maybe you need to go to the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey should be very good at this kind of wound."

"I don't think Mr. Lestrange has forgotten that the man standing in front of you is a master of potions?" Snape's saliva almost flew onto Hera's face, and he was very displeased, as if he hated Hera extremely.

"Oh, that's right." Hera patted her forehead abruptly. With Snape's strength, the poison or something must have been solved immediately, right?
From this point of view, it seems that what I said is really nonsense.

No, it was simply mocking Snape's potion strength.

"Will you go to the Quidditch match?" Snape's cold voice sounded.

Hera froze for a moment, then smiled, "Of course I went!"

"Is Quirrell going too?"

"should be."

"Does he have any plans?" Snape clenched his hands tightly in the cloak, his tone still indifferent.

Hera scratched her face, tried to recall Quirrell's recent movements, and finally nodded in confirmation, "Probably not, he has been busy taking Lu Wei's weakness from Hagrid's mouth recently."

"Yeah." Snape nodded, didn't say much, just turned around silently, with his back to Hera.

Hera shrugged indifferently, Snape's appearance was driving him away, and without saying anything, he picked up "The Origin of Quidditch" on the table and left.

Anyway, Snape didn't seem like someone who would like broomsticks, so it shouldn't be a big problem to borrow them for a few days.

The next day, Saturday, was the day when the Snake Academy and the Lion Academy kicked off the Quidditch competition for this school year. The weather was still cold, but fortunately, it was still sunny, and it was a good day for playing Quidditch.

The restaurant smelled tantalizingly of grilling sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch game.

Hera was no exception, but Quirrell next to him was stammering, it was really hard for Hera to talk, so he stepped over Quirrell and chatted with Snape on the other side.

Hera talked for a few minutes, and then Snape nodded silently, or snorted quietly.

Hera also noticed that Harry, who was sitting on the long bench, seemed to have no appetite, just sat there stupidly, staring at the delicious food in front of him, without moving a bite.

"Harry!" Hera quickly glanced at Professor Dumbledore, and then called Harry's name in a low voice.

"Ah? Professor Hera?" Harry was taken aback by Hera's call, and then raised his head with an ugly smile, but when he met Hera, Harry felt another sharp pain on his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar was burning hot, as if it was about to burn.

"Huh?" Hera's brows were tightly locked together, and she quickly glanced at Quirrell beside her.

Voldemort was defeated by the Death Curse rebounded by Harry, perhaps he has some connection with the scar on Harry's head.
So, is it possible that Voldemort is going to attack Harry today?
Ok? ? ?
He obviously never told himself before!

How...how to tell Professor Dumbledore now?
No, the current task is how to protect Harry. After all, Quirrell is also an elite wizard. If he really abandons his disguise and insists on getting rid of Harry, he seems to have no choice.

How to do?
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(End of this chapter)