Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 71 The 'Lucky Ones' of the Year Ahead

"I've been watching white magic, and I'm also trying to practice the part about the Patronus Charm."

Dumbledore chuckled, but he clearly remembered that Hera still had a copy of "Voodoo and Magic" in his hand when he came back, Patronus?
With Hera's money-loving personality, his patron saint is probably Niuxiu, right?

But Hera looked up at Dumbledore, only to find a satisfied look on his face.

"Very good," said Dumbledore. "Sometimes we do need strength to fight the darkness, and the Patronus Charm is obviously an excellent choice."

"I think so too." Hera would not admit that he actually wanted to learn curses, but the requirements for the users were a bit 'high' - it required extremely strong malice.

For a while, Hera couldn't find anyone she particularly hated.
He usually reported his revenge on the spot, how could he keep himself angry?

They turned a corner, past a telephone box and a bus shelter.

Hera turned her head to look at Dumbledore again.

"professor?"

"Hera?"

"Well—where the hell are we?"

"This is charming Yorkshire, Hella."

"What are we here for instead?"

"Oh, haven't I told you yet?" Dumbledore touched his silver beard and said, "I thought you recognized this place long ago, after all, the Swan Fountain is very famous."

"We are here to visit a 'very powerful' wizard. We need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year. Every year for this matter, I have to travel all over the islands of Europe. In fact, I don't even remember how many times I have said this matter."

"How can I help, Professor?" Hera didn't understand Dumbledore's intentions. When the school year is over, with Quirrell's departure, he should leave too, right?

What does the choice of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor have to do with me?
You won't let yourself be a teaching assistant again, will you?
"Oh, I think we'll put you to use," said Dumbledore vaguely. "Turn left, Hera."

They walked up a steep, narrow street lined with rows of houses.

Hera carefully gripped the wand in her pocket, and looked around nervously.

"Professor, why can't we just apparate into his home?"

"Because that would be as disrespectful as kicking open the door of someone's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the opportunity to refuse us, but most wizarding houses have magic against unwelcome Apparitions, for example, at Hogwarts—"

Hera moved her lips, but finally suppressed her desire to complain.

Professor Dumbledore came forward, who could refuse?

"Let's turn left again."

"Professor, who is our new professor?"

"Oh, you also know him, he is a frequent visitor to the "Daily Prophet", and the 'Great Wizard' who is popular in the magic world."

Hera rubbed her ears, why did he feel that there was some sarcasm in Dumbledore's words?

"I know him too?"

"That's right." Dumbledore looked at Hera with a smile, "He has many thrilling experiences, his books are worth his weight, and his title is even more so."

"I see." Hera interrupted Dumbledore's evaluation with a black face. His evaluation seemed to be copied from the title page of Lockhart's autobiography, which sounded really disgusting.

"I see, Professor, you mean Gilderoy Lockhart, don't you?"

"Not bad." Dumbledore shrugged, but Hera always felt that his tone was not normal, as if he was talking about a funny joke.

Dumbledore stopped and said in a low voice: "Actually, if you don't object, I hope that you can continue to work as a teaching assistant in Hera next year."

"He is a well-known writer, he is also a world-class defense against the dark arts master, and he has also won the third-class medal of the Order of Merlin." Hera remembered her 'enemy' quite clearly, isn't he just a billion points better than herself?
It's just that Lockhart will live in such a remote village?
Shouldn't a great writer like him live in a luxurious villa or manor?
How come you live here?
"I happen to have two friends, and their memories have been modified." Dumbledore paused, as if he was afraid that what he said would affect Hera's judgment too decisively, but after thinking about it, he said it directly, "Well, one day, I found out that the experiences they had told me were written by Lockhart in his book, and they all became his 'masterpiece'."

"So, he is a counterfeit?" Hera asked suspiciously, Dumbledore would not joke about such things, but this information is too shocking.

Gilderoy Lockhart turned out to be a liar using the Oblivion Charm?
Hera almost wanted to submit this information to Rita Skeeter, the number one editor of the Daily Prophet, right away.

He just said, how could there be someone who is handsome and powerful in magic!

Even if it exists, it must be Hera Lestrange!

"Oh, I just think it's suspicious for the time being." Dumbledore's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the coldness revealed in it obviously didn't want Hera to leak the news.

Hera nodded, but secretly made up her mind that in the next school year, Lockhart must take off his mask and let everyone know that he is a liar.

The two continued to walk forward with their heads down, each thinking in their hearts.

"Here we are." Dumbledore approached a neat little stone house in the garden, and Hera was so absorbed in thinking about Lockhart that she didn't pay attention to the surroundings.

When they got to the gate, Dumbledore stopped, and Hera was caught off guard and bumped into him.

"Oh, here it is."

Hera followed Dumbledore's gaze and looked at the well-maintained path without arguing. The warm yellow light was projected onto the path through the window, and shaking figures could be seen.

"I hope our arrival will not disturb them." Dumbledore whispered, and then tapped lightly on the door.

Hera tightened her cloak and followed Dumbledore, quietly waiting for someone to open the door.

but
"It seems that sometimes we need to try a little more." Hearing the laughter in the room, Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, and knocked on the door again.

"Who is it? Today is vacation time, no group photo!" The voice in the room stopped abruptly, and a male voice sounded from the room, his tone full of impatience.

"Lockhart?" Dumbledore called out a little closer, "It's me, Dumbledore."

Immediately after, there was a rush of footsteps, the door opened, and a blond man poked his head out.

(End of this chapter)