Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 54 The Quidditch Match Officially Begins

"Then did he say when he would come back?" Hera quickly asked, and when Germany was mentioned, he immediately remembered that it must have been what Dumbledore had said before—the damned saint.

What are you doing at this time?
Just when Voldemort and Quirrell wanted to do it!
Wait, Hera seems to have discovered something important.

The saints make trouble Voldemort. Hands on
Damn it, shouldn't the first generation devil and the second generation devil work together?
This...Dumbledore may not be able to beat the two of them.
Why don't you break off your relationship with Dumbledore now?

Completely fell to Voldemort and Quirrell?

When Hera was thinking, Professor McGonagall laughed, "Who knows, you know he is a busy man, he doesn't spend much time in school a year, and he is busy running around all day, but Hera, you really don't plan to watch the Quidditch match?"

"Ah?" Hera suddenly came back to her senses, "Look! Of course I did."

Anyway, let's protect Harry first, he is also a savior after all, so he can't just die casually!

"Professor McGonagall, shall we go back together?"

"Okay!"

Professor McGonagall seemed to be afraid that Hera would run away, so he grabbed Hera's arm and walked towards the stands.

The game didn't officially start until eleven o'clock, and it's only around 9 o'clock now, and there are still two hours left. Hera also chatted with Professor McGonagall without any words, and for some reason, they talked about Transfiguration.

"Professor McGonagall, I have always admired your transfiguration. I have wanted to learn from you for a long time, but I was busy with the OWLs exams when I was in school, and I have never had time." Hera first praised Professor McGonagall.

Obviously she is very useful, and it seems that she rarely hears compliments. Before Hera finished bragging, Professor McGonagall patted Hera on the back and said heartily: "No problem, just come to my office and find me. Transfiguration is very simple, even if it is Animagus, I have the confidence to teach it well!"

Hera was overjoyed. Originally, she just wanted to learn Transfiguration from Professor McGonagall and improve her own strength, but she didn't expect such unexpected gains.

"Okay, then we've made a deal, I leave it to you to learn about Animagus!"

"What?" Professor McGonagall stared blankly at Hera, and he was just being polite.
Just simply brag about yourself.
Why do you feel like you've sold yourself?

Instructing a wizard to practice Animagus is not an easy task.

As the dean of Gryffindor, those troublemakers in the whole school are enough for her to have a headache, why is there another one beside her?
"Didn't you say that you want to teach me Animagus? I believe it will not be difficult for you." Hera looked into Professor McGonagall's eyes quite sincerely, without embarrassment at all.

What you learn is real!

Hera will not let go of the opportunity to improve her own strength.

Especially when Professor McGonagall delivered it to his door himself!
What?
face?
Why face?

Can the face be eaten?

That's definitely not possible.

That being the case, what if you throw it away?
It's a big deal to go out with a mask in the future!
"Ahem, Hera, the game is about to start, let's watch the game first!" Professor McGonagall coughed lightly, and turned her head to the field as if something had happened that attracted her attention.

It's just that Hera glanced at the field and was speechless in an instant.

The court is still empty, not to mention exciting, not even a ball!

If you don't want to teach, just say it!
I can't force you.

But if you don't say it directly, Hera will slowly 'torture' Professor McGonagall.

old torment
He still doesn't believe that he can't chew on the tough bone of Professor McGonagall!
as long as you try very hard, you can achieve anything!
Finally, just as Professor McGonagall was pretending to be stupid, the time finally came to eleven o'clock, and the stands around the Quidditch pitch were full, as if all the teachers and students of the school had come.

In fact, almost everyone who could walk came, because Hera saw Filch, his Mrs. Norris, and Garen in the corner!

damn it!How did Garen get to play with that scrawny, malnourished ugly cat?

Can't you play with those Garfields and English shorts raised by female students?
Obviously they look much better!

And most of their owners are pretty.
However, it was obviously not realistic to bring Gallon back now. The game had already started, and the stands were divided into several areas, corresponding to the four colleges and faculty members. Hera noticed that there was a huge banner in the highest row of the stands in the Gryffindor area, which said Potter must win, and there was a big Gryffindor lion underneath.

It looks pretty good, the lion is shining in the sunlight, compared to Slytherin's.
The snake seemed to be suffering from photophobia, and the water-green hue seemed incompatible with the atmosphere of heated discussions around it.

"Professor McGonagall." Hera still didn't give up, and planned to ask Professor McGonagall again before the official start of the game. At the same time, he was also prepared in his heart. If Quirrell really planned to do something, he still had to stop it.

The big deal is that when I explain to Voldemort in the future, I just say that I am thinking about the overall situation
Believe it or not, it's up to him, anyway, the current situation is like this, if he dares to stand up to help Quirrell, he will definitely be turned into a toad by Professor McGonagall by his side, stuffed into a glass jar, cast a permanent confinement spell, and then thrown into the black lake, allowing himself to fend for himself at the bottom of the black lake.

"Okay, Hera, let's concentrate on watching the game!" Professor McGonagall didn't seem to think that much at all, and interrupted Hera roughly, "If there is anything else, we may discuss it later."

"Well." Hera pursed her lips, "Okay, okay."

Players from the two academies had already walked onto the field, and Mrs. Hoch, who was in charge of flying lessons, also served as a part-time referee. She stood in the center of the field, holding a broomstick in her hand, announcing the rules or something.

Looking at the two pairs of little wizards in the center of the arena, Hera saw the tall and burly Marcus Flint at a glance, and she didn't know how he looked. His sister Alyssa was so petite, cute, and soft, but he looked just like Hagrid—a half-blood giant.

The five big and three rough don't have the elegance of a pure blood at all.

Mrs. Hooch said something and they all got on their broomsticks and she blew hard on her silver whistle.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The Quidditch match has officially begun!
(End of this chapter)