Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 62 The Christmas Holiday Is Coming

The sun was only slightly hanging over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and it was already evening and dusk.

"Very good, now you can master all these very well. If it weren't for your lack of experience, I guess I would not dare to say that I am better than you in Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall did not hesitate to praise her, but the authenticity of her words is
If Hera really believed it, he was a fool.

Right now, he can only turn stones into hyenas. Although he has worked hard, he still has a big gap with Professor McGonagall.

The hyena conjured up by Professor McGonagall was so vivid that Hera would not have believed her eyes if she hadn't seen the red light emanating from her wand with her own eyes.

Although Hera's transformation can be called similar, after all, it lacks a little agility. If you observe it carefully, you can find that the hyena moves unnaturally.

"Okay, Hera, that's about it for today. Let's go back to the auditorium and get ready for dinner. Tomorrow, we're going to send the little wizard home on vacation. I hope you won't forget tomorrow." Professor McGonagall put away his wand, and a smile appeared on his stern face.

"I heard that tonight's dinner is very rich, and the kitchen should be very happy. After all, they can finally take a rest." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and rubbed his hands excitedly.

Although he has been teaching at Hogwarts for decades, Professor McGonagall is still looking forward to Christmas every year.

"Of course." Hera let out a long sigh of relief. Every time she studies with Professor McGonagall, she must be squeezed to the last drop.
The last drop of mana was drained.

The feeling of emptiness and lack was quite uncomfortable, but the surge of magical power in the body after the rest made Hera intoxicated.

This is a very traditional theory. Every time you completely drain your magic power, you are expanding your own magic power capacity.

This is very laborious.

Most wizards don't do that.

Back to the auditorium with Professor McGonagall, the bustling crowd was full of excited little wizards. Many people had signed their names on the list of students staying in school for the holidays. After all, there were still a small number of people who chose to go home for Christmas.

It was rare for Hera to see Quirrell while sitting at the guest table. His face became paler and his figure became thinner. Although he was supported by unicorn blood, he didn't know how long he could last.

When Quirrell saw Hera sitting down, he showed a very bright smile, "Hera, Professor McGonagall, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Uh Quirinus, take care of yourself, you don't look healthy." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and walked quickly towards his position.

Compared to Hera, Quirrell seemed too weird.

Professor McGonagall is willing to work hard to guide Hera's transfiguration, and is unwilling to chat with Quirrell. Where did that Ravenclaw studious little wizard and serious and responsible Muggle professor go?
Looking at the figure of Professor McGonagall, Quirrell curled his lips a little helplessly. Sure enough, he was not seen by other professors.

But it doesn't matter, he has already seen what is the true meaning of magic, and only by following the Dark Lord can he succeed.

"Hera, come and eat something." Quirrell entertained Hera very enthusiastically.

Hera faced Quirrell and sat down with a cold face.

Ever since the Quidditch match, Hera hadn't had a good temper with Quirrell. The conspiracy that Snape and Quirrell organized together was obviously a pit for themselves.

Fortunately, I was soft-hearted when facing him.

Damn it, as expected, he should be killed directly.

After Hera sat down, Quirrell leaned into his ear and whispered quickly: "At nine o'clock in the evening, I will go to your office."

Hera put a small piece of steak into her mouth with a knife and fork, and nodded indifferently, as if it was just an insignificant matter.

His dinner was contracted by Cowper. Although he also ate in the auditorium, the food served was much better than other faculty members.

Cowper seemed to have become Hera's personal elf. If it wasn't for the Hogwarts magic contract, Hera estimated that Cowper would be willing to follow Hera as long as he spoke.

It's just that if she left Hogwarts, Hera herself would not have a home.

Although the Lestranges have an old home
However, almost half a year has passed since the previous deal with Lucius, and there is no news at all.

I don't know what difficulties have arisen at the Ministry of Magic.

But fortunately, Hera never imagined that she could really get the inheritance of the Lestrange family. Bellatrix had a bad reputation, and he didn't have the confidence to take back the property from Bella.

After a simple dinner, Hera returned to the office alone. It was only six o'clock, but Penello was waiting in the office early. She knew the password of the office a long time ago, and she was as familiar as her own home.

"Professor Hera, are you back?" Penelope leaned on the table and didn't know what book he was looking at.

Hera rubbed her head and looked at Penello with a little distress, "Didn't you go to the auditorium for dinner?"

Penelope blushed and nodded. Over the past few months, she has developed the habit of coming to Hera's office for dinner. Regarding this matter, she told Hera that the auditorium was too noisy.

But the real reason.
Whether it is her or Hera, they are all clear.

He snapped his fingers casually, and Copper appeared with a bang.

Cowper just saw Penello, and didn't even need Herardo to say anything, just nodded and disappeared. When he appeared, he already had an extra tray in his hand.

"Professor, I'm going home tomorrow, will you come and see me off?" Penello took a sip of warm milk with froth on her mouth, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Yes, I will definitely go." Hera sat in his seat and sighed softly. He had already promised Professor McGonagall that he would not go. Not too good, right?

"Yeah, that's great!" Penello clenched her fists and cheered, as if Hera had promised to meet her parents.

But it's almost the same. After all, Hera has to escort the students to King's Cross Station, so it's reasonable to see Penello's parents.

"Enjoy the Christmas holiday. For two weeks, you can spend time with your family. They must miss you very much." Hera considered her tone, trying not to make the atmosphere too ambiguous.

But none of this can stand up to Penello's brain.

Professor Hera mentioned his family, but I have never seen him mention his family, and the matter of the Lestrange family also.
Hera must also yearn for the warmth of the family! ?
How about taking this opportunity to take him home to meet his parents?

Then get engaged, and I can get married when I graduate!
Penello, you are a little genius!
yeah! ! !

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