Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 69 Nicole LeMay
"So, Nicholas and his wife are about to die? Don't they have the Philosopher's Stone?" Hera exclaimed, and he learned from Dumbledore's words that Nick and Perenal's life was not long.

"Oh, yes, didn't I tell you?" Dumbledore couldn't help showing a surprised expression. "The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed!"

"Ah!!!" Hera's voice echoed on the grass in front of the manor.

"Relax, Hera, I know, for a young person like you, this seems unbelievable." Dumbledore rubbed his temples and smiled wryly. He was directly taken aback by Hera, "As I said just now, for them, death is just another great adventure. You must know that the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want and how long you can live, you can get it!
These two things are what humans want most—the problem is, humans just like to choose the thing that is least beneficial to them. "

Hera stood where she was, not knowing what to say for a while, maybe she had too little experience.

Dumbledore sighed softly, then looked up at the villa in the manor, "Oh, it looks like they've spotted me, follow me, Hera."

"Ah? Oh, ok." Hera quickly followed Dumbledore as if waking up from a dream.

Just walking to the lawn in front of the villa, an old male voice came from upstairs.

"Albus? It's been a long time since I saw you. How are you doing?" Nick Flamel trotted down the stairs in a golden pajamas with tulips printed on it, almost at the same speed as a baby climbing, and even Hera wondered if he was just jumping in place.

"Oh." Dumbledore scratched his nose, slightly embarrassed, but fortunately Hera didn't notice his embarrassment. "Nick, we met each other a few weeks ago, why are you joking again? By the way, where is Perenal?"

"Albus, Perenal is already asleep, why are you looking for me so late?" Nick and Dumbledore hugged each other, looking at Hera who was standing aside in surprise, it seemed very strange.

Dumbledore coughed twice, "Didn't I say that there was a student who wanted to study with you for a while?"

"It seems that there is such a thing." Nick tilted his head and thought for a while, showed a kind smile to Hera, and tremblingly held out his hand to Hera.

Holding Nick's dry palm like a tree trunk, Hera couldn't help but question Dumbledore's previous remarks.

Are you really sure that Nick Flamay is sane?

Could it be that you cheated him of his Philosopher's Stone by some means?

Could it be that the layout has been laid out since he noticed Quirrell's abnormality before?
The White Demon King is indeed not easy to provoke!
"I'm very glad to be able to learn from you. I'm Hera Lestrange. You can just call me Hera." Hera bowed deeply after speaking, and she must have the attitude of learning when she is studying.

Knowledge is the most extraordinary wealth.

As for Nick Flamel, who has lived for more than 600 years, his knowledge alone is enough for Hera to look up to.

Not to mention the material wealth he possesses.

"Don't be nervous, child, Albus has told me a lot about you, he has always told me that you are a very talented child." Nick smiled happily, but when he laughed, Hera was a little worried that he would faint to death.

"Aren't we welcome in? I really want to taste French food." Albus walked into the living room with a smile, and sat down on the sofa directly.

Hera tried to support Nick's arm, but he just smiled and pushed Hera's arm away, leading Hera to walk inward.

After drinking and eating, Hera was so excited that she was about to lift up her cloak and pat her belly.

French cuisine, yes!

Except that the baguette is really hard, but the Marseille fish soup is really great, completely breaking Hera's prejudice against 'French stew'.

"Hera, you can study with Nick at ease during the holidays." Dumbledore said relaxedly, wiping his beard stained with soup.

"Okay, Professor." Hera nodded, looking closely at Dumbledore with expectant eyes.

You go now!
If you don't leave, I won't be able to have a relationship with Mr. Nick!

Seemingly surprised by Hera's quick response, Dumbledore shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Nick, I'll see you next time. I'll go to Nurmengard." Dumbledore got up, straightened his purple robe, bowed slightly, took out his wand from the cloak, and disappeared from the sight of the two with a bang.

"Go slowly. Don't send." Nick's arm had just been raised, and even the farewell words were only halfway through, and Dumbledore left.

Hera looked at Nick expectantly, and followed him to learn. Do you want to give yourself a gift first?

For example, a ring that blocks Legilimency, a crown that blocks death curses, or a voodoo villain that can be used to curse others?
Whatever Nick gave, Hera would accept it with a smile.

It must be very expensive for local tyrants to make a move!
Even if you don't use it yourself, you can sell it at worst!
"Hera, is it okay for me to call you that?" Nick said tremblingly, but he was more energetic than before, probably after dinner.

"of course can."

"Since Albus asked you to study with me, then you come with me." Nick stood up on the table, ignored Hera behind him, and softly recited the word "Manglan".

With a bang, a house elf appeared, bowed slightly to Nick, and nodded slightly to Hera.

It was wearing a decent little suit, which looked like it was custom-made, and it was not too dignified compared to the group of 'labor slaves' in Hogwarts.

"Take Hera to the underground library." Nick paused, then added, "The first three floors."

"As you wish, sir." Mang Lan bowed slightly, snapped her fingers lightly, and with an extra oil lamp in her hand, she leaned sideways and said softly to Hera, "Please follow me."

Hera looked at Nick's frail back going up the stairs, and couldn't help asking softly, for fear of disturbing the old man who was struggling to climb the stairs, "Is it okay for him to be alone?"

"Please follow me." Manglan didn't answer Hera's question, but walked briskly ahead with the oil lamp on her calf.

In just one or two breaths, it almost disappeared from Hera's sight.

Hera could only sigh softly, and hurriedly followed Manglan helplessly.

Plans never keep up with changes!
If you agreed to have a relationship with Nick Lemerara, and then just inherit a little of his property, wouldn't you have no worries for the rest of your life?
Damn Dumbledore!
(End of this chapter)