Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 67
The train passed through Muggle towns, slowed down, and finally stopped. Hera tapped the table with her knuckles, and the brown hair ball was raised from the small table frame, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Professor, are we there yet?"

"Yes, Hermione, if you want to go back to Hogwarts, maybe we can go back by car." Hera joked with a laugh, shaking her shoulders slightly.

Penelope raised her shoulders from Hera's shoulders with an exhortation, blushing, but still boldly looked at Hera.

"We're here, enjoy your Christmas vacation." Hera chuckled lightly.

it is finally over!
He would rather face Voldemort's Legilimency than face two girls at the same time.

It's as if you went downstairs to have breakfast and entered the unfamiliar store next to it, and the owner of the store you used to go to stood at the door and stared at you, as if complaining "how am I not as good as him?".

This experience is really terrible!

Fortunately, the train has stopped.

"Well, you two little guys, do you want to get out of the car like this?" Hera rubbed Penello's long chestnut hair, and looked at the wizard robe on her body with a smile. Although it was just a simple standard robe, it had a special charm on Penello's body.

"Ah!" Penello followed Hera's gaze and glanced down at himself, but he saw the towering chest, the red cheeks, and steam coming out of the top of his head.

Instead, she straightened forward, as if to allow Hera to appreciate it more comprehensively.

Hera slapped Penello's forehead angrily, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I don't want to be warned by the Ministry of Magic."

After finishing speaking, Hera got up and left the cubicle, and the two girls changed their clothes. Although Hermione and Penello both had a crush on him, if he really sat down with the cheek, he would definitely get two loud slaps.

Leaning against the door, hearing the rustling sound of changing clothes inside, Hera smiled slightly, took out mints from her small pocket and ate them.

Speaking of which, it was still Garen's snack, but it lost interest in catnip after eating it a few times, probably because it hated me to tease it with catnip all the time.

There were about four or five boxes of catnip left, and Hera had to deal with it by herself. Although she resisted very much, she still ate it honestly.

"I don't know why Garen doesn't like catnip, it's obviously delicious!" Hera looked down at the remaining mints, and knocked lightly on the door with her fist.

"Would you like some peppermints to relax?"

"Okay!" Penello's soft voice sounded, not as crisp and soft as Hermione's.

The door opened a small gap, and Hera sent her hand back without looking back, and felt a softness holding her hand. When taking away the mints, she even slightly scratched Hera's palm with her nails.

"Heh." Hera closed the door, scratched her nose lightly, sniffed the fragrance on her hands, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Without making Hera wait too long, a voice came from the compartment. "Professor, we have changed."

"Well, then hurry up and get out of the car, the family probably has been waiting for you for a long time." Hera chuckled and opened the compartment door.

Hermione and Penello had already taken off their wizard robes and put on Muggle costumes. Penello was wearing tight jeans, outlining her perfect curves.

Hera forced her eyes back to their faces, leaning against the door frame and smiling.

Because of their change of clothes, the students had almost finished their journey and walked out of the platform without spending too much time.

A wizened old guard stood guard at the ticket gates, allowing only two or three people through at a time, so that the students wouldn't come out of the solid walls in groups at once and attract the attention of the Muggles.

"Hera, will you write to me?" Penello stood on tiptoe, looking at Hera expectantly.

Hela rubbed Penello's long chestnut hair with his hands, and said warmly, "Of course, I will definitely write letters to my lovely students and prepare Christmas gifts for you."

But Hera was very guilty when she said this. He didn't prepare any Christmas presents at all. It seemed that he could only keep everything simple and see if Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade had any suitable gifts for them.

"Yeah." Penello nodded, blushing again for some reason.

"Hermione!" A hearty middle-aged male voice came from not far away.

"Oh, Dad!" Hermione nodded slightly towards Hera, and ran towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man directly picked up Hermione and spun around in the air, rubbed her forehead affectionately, and even stretched out his hand to compare her forehead, as if lamenting that he hadn't seen her for a few months, and that his daughter had grown a lot taller.

"Go find your family too." Hera patted Penello on the back lightly.

"Then you want me!" Penello stretched out his hand on the back of his hand, his fingers were tightly tangled together, and finally mustered up the courage, taking advantage of Hera's inattention, he tiptoed and kissed Hera's side face lightly.

Feeling the coldness and softness on her cheeks, Hera turned her head in surprise, but almost kissed Penello.

"What are you doing!" Hera was so nervous that she stuttered, like Quirrell.

Penello pursed her lips, seeming to be reminiscing, and slowly lowered her head, but her tangled toes clearly showed her nervousness.

"Don't forget me." After saying this, Penello covered his face in shame and lowered his head towards the wall between the ninth and tenth platforms.

Hera touched the cheek with the lingering fragrance, and couldn't help feeling worried.

I seem to be in big trouble - woman!
Even though she's only 16, she's clearly not a minor nuisance.

And the most difficult one to face right now is obviously Dumbledore!

If he found out, he probably wouldn't just throw Awada over.

Attacking female students, own reputation
Forget it, I don't have a good reputation.

While Hera was still in a daze, Hermione dragged her father over. Fortunately, they didn't see this scene just now.

Otherwise, Hera believed that he would not have reached out to her with a smile.

Two heavy hands clasped together.

"Hi, I've heard Hermione mention you a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to look so young." Mr. Granger smiled very subtly.

Hera secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately she was not seen by him, so her reputation should be preserved.

"Hermione is a very good little wizard, she is so outstanding that we are very surprised." Hera let go of her hand, and did not hesitate to praise Hermione.

Mr. Granger's arms naturally hung down, putting his arms around Hermione's shoulders, "In this case, we can rest assured. You know, we know nothing about the wizarding world. When we learned that Hermione can become a witch, it really is."

(End of this chapter)