Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 53 Nervous Harry

Hera tried to wink at Dumbledore, but suddenly found that Professor Dumbledore had left.
What is this old bee running at this hour?

Why don't you keep an eye on your savior, what if he ggs?
Although her heart was burning with anxiety, on the surface, Hera remained calm, and ate a mouthful of Cowper's special steak in front of her very elegantly, which was said to be the highest-grade Wagyu beef from Neon'Shun'.

Needless to say, it tastes really good!

Hera lowered her head and took another big bite, and when he looked up again, Harry had already left
Being dragged onto the field by his Quidditch captain, Wood, with a wooden stick, Hermione and Ron followed Harry with a lot of food in their hands.

Hera sighed, and continued to charge towards the steak in front of her.

By the time Hera finished her breakfast, there was no one in the auditorium, and everyone was excitedly discussing the Quidditch match and bustling towards the arena.

Hera walked slowly towards the Quidditch pitch, and found the Gryffindor lounge directly. Thanks to the rumors coming from nowhere—Hera has a sweet voice and answers every question—this line was not blocked by anyone, but many students greeted Hera politely along the way.

If it weren't for those female students who were fast on Hera, I believe Hera would prefer to go to Gryffindor.

As soon as he walked into the Gryffindor lounge, Harry sat on the side with his thin back, looking tense to death.

"Harry?" Hera said in a voice just enough for Harry and Hermione and Ron beside him to hear.

"Huh?" Harry heard someone call his name, and turned his head abruptly, "Hera?"

"How is it? Are you nervous?" Hera's arm patted Harry's shoulder. Harry is not tall now, so it doesn't take too much effort. The arm just hangs down a little, and it can be photographed.

"I'm so nervous." Harry smiled wryly, and said dejectedly, "Hera, do you have any good suggestions? The competition. This is really a pity."

"Why don't you have some mints?" Hera tilted her head and looked at Harry with a smile. He could feel the trembling of Harry's body with his hand on Harry's shoulder. It was obviously the same as what he said, and he was really nervous to death.

Harry nodded, a forced smile on his pale face.

"Well, let me look for it." Hera rummaged in his pocket again, and it didn't take him too much effort. The main reason is that Garen seems to have lost interest in catnip recently. It has been trying to catch a mouse for fun. Although Hera educated it several times, it didn't seem to have any effect.

There was a lot of catnip left over from the catnip I bought earlier, so I just gave it to Harry and the others.

Hera finds catnip and distributes it to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The three of them calmed down a bit with sugar in their mouths, but Hera's heart did not let go in the slightest.

Voldemort's ticking time bomb.
"Harry, listen to me." Hera grabbed Harry's shoulders so that her eyes could meet Harry's emerald pupils. "Winning or losing is secondary. As a first-year wizard, it's great that you can participate in the Quidditch match. It's all about protecting yourself. Don't make dangerous moves that will make those who care about you worry."

Looking at Hera's deep and dark eyes, Harry nodded abruptly, but he was already able to fly in the air very skillfully, so Hera's suggestion was too cautious.

He wants to win!
Winning Slytherin House and slapping that annoying Professor Snape in the face, who made him confiscate his "Quidditch Origins" last night?
Hera looked at Harry, and knew clearly that Harry, an idiot, didn't take his words to heart at all. The little fire in Harry's eyes was about to burst out, so how could he look like he would protect himself?

It's like wanting to die with Quirrell.

Sure enough, Harry's side is useless, and it seems that he still has to find a way.

"Harry, eat something, I noticed that you didn't eat anything in the auditorium before." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder, turned to look at Hermione, "I believe you must have prepared a sandwich?"

"Oh, of course, Professor." Hermione froze for a moment, then picked up the small pocket beside her, opened it to reveal several sandwiches and toast inside. "Professor, would you like some?"

"Oh, it's still not enough. I'm quite full in the morning." Hera refused again and again. There is a private chef prepared by Cowper, why should I eat a big pot of rice by myself?

Or this bland sandwich?

"Okay, you guys stay with Harry. I'm going to check the court with the other professors." Hera let go, waved at the three little wizards, and turned to leave.

Before Hera left, she heard Hermione teaching Harry.

"I said it a long time ago. Professor Hera also agrees."

"Okay, okay, Hermione, I get it, don't repeat it."

Hera shrugged helplessly. Sure enough, a stupid lion will never have a brain.

Well. Granger is an exception.

She is a venomous snake through and through.

Even if she is a mixed race, she will definitely be sorted into Slytherin, but it is a pity that she is from a Muggle family.
But these are not issues that Hera should consider, and the current situation obviously does not have time to consider this matter.

Hera quietly walked to a hidden corner, looked around, and confirmed that there was no one else around, and then called out in a low voice.

"Fox!"

"Fox!"

"nt phoenix!"

"Dumbledore's little phoenix!"

"Dumbledore's ugly bird!"

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However, Hera tried for a few minutes without calling out Dumbledore's phoenix. It seemed that there was no way to be lazy and tell Dumbledore.

I still need to go to the principal's office
damn it!Why is apparation banned in Hogwarts? ?

Don't you know that walking back from the court will be exhausting?

But Hera still had to go back, after all, it was a matter related to Voldemort and Harry.

"Hera?" A female voice sounded.

"Huh? Professor McGonagall?" Hera turned her head and looked at Professor McGonagall who stopped her in doubt.

"Aren't you going to watch a Quidditch match?"

Hera noticed that both of Professor McGonagall's little hands were shaking with excitement. He had only seen this kind of behavior in the gamblers who gambled at the Quidditch World Cup. How about a College Cup Quidditch match?
"Uh, I have something to ask Professor Dumbledore about teaching." Hera hesitated for a moment, but kept it a secret. He is not a big talker, he will tell anyone he catches.

"Huh?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hera in surprise, as if his idea was nonsense.

"What's wrong?"

"During breakfast, Dumbledore said that something happened in Germany and he had already left."

(End of this chapter)