Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 77 Voldemort Becomes Stronger
"Yes, that's right, with a smaller arm swing." Snape tapped Hera's arm with his wand. "In comparison, I'd rather teach a troll how to use magic."

After finishing speaking, he took a deep look at Hera, and said in a voice that was only slightly higher than a whisper, "I believe that will be simpler."

"Isn't this the Unforgivable Curse! I've never learned it before! I don't even know anything about it except its spell." Hera made excuses for herself, but she didn't hesitate at all.

"Legislasia!"

"No"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, before Snape could finish saying "Yes", a ray of light flashed by, Snape stood there blankly, his eyes seemed to lose focus, and Hera only felt that another person's memory flooded into her mind.

Harry was sitting in the auditorium eating. Harry almost fell off the broomstick. Harry
Harry, Harry, why are they all Harry?
Although Hera's attack caught Snape off guard, he quickly regained his senses, but his expression was worse than before.

"Professor." Hera put down her wand, a little puzzled, "Why can't I feel your emotions in Legilimency? It stands to reason, isn't it possible to judge the authenticity of words by the emotions in memory fragments?"

"This is the difference between me and the troll." Snape twitched his lips, his disgust was very obvious. The troll he was talking about seemed to be Hera in front of him.

"Uh" Hera scratched her nose, "Your Occlumency has been working?"

"I don't think you need to worry too much about it." Snape turned and sat down on his chair, his black robe billowing behind him.

Hera looked at Snape with a bad expression, and couldn't help asking again, "Then why do you always remember Harry Potter?"

"Because you are obviously no different from him and the troll, just as stupid." Snape sprayed the venom mercilessly, trying to spray Hera away.

It's just that in Hera's ears, there was even a little kindness. Since the Quidditch match, he had rarely come to see Snape, and he still missed his sarcasm.

That was really cool to hear.

Sure enough, the Snake Academy is more suitable for me. I really can't adapt to Professor McGonagall's stupid lion style. If it's not for learning Animagus, he doesn't want to learn from Professor McGonagall!
Hera glanced up at the clock, and the hour hand had already reached the mark of 9.

"Professor Snape, my mission has been completed, and Quirrell should have returned." Hera bowed slightly, ready to leave.

Snape nodded, "Go back and see how Quirrell is now."

"Hmm." Hera rubbed her temples with some headaches, "I'm afraid he will become even crazier. As time goes by, Quirrell has lost control of his body. One day, Quirrell will become the container of the Dark Lord."

"The old guy will find a way."

"I hope so." Hera sighed, "Then I'll leave first."

Snape didn't speak, just waved his hand, picked up a piece of parchment from the side, and continued to flip through it. He still had vacation homework to be approved, and it had been delayed for a long time.

"Uh, why don't I help you grade? I have wasted so much of your time, and I hope I can help you a little bit." Hera was so single that she didn't leave homework for the holidays. Not only did she gain a pretty good reputation among the students, but she also relieved herself of a lot of burden.

"I don't expect a fool who can't tell the difference between aconite and wolfbane to be able to correct the potion homework of senior students." Snape mercilessly refused Hera's request for help, and by the way, Hera's potion level was blackmailed.

Hera replied with a dark face, "I know, they are a kind of aconite, and they are introduced in detail in the first grade textbook."

"Hmm." Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised, but he didn't say much, and lowered his head to examine the parchment in front of him.

Well, Hera comforted herself silently in her heart, his Potions class was indeed not very good, and the common sense of Aconitum was because Snape asked Harry, otherwise Hera would not have remembered it at all.

Thanks for that hapless Harry!
All the way back to his office, Hera gently opened the door, and Quirrell was already sitting and waiting inside.

He was facing the fireplace, his back was Hera, his figure was bent, and he looked extremely gloomy.

"Quirinas?" Hera called softly.

"Come here." The Dark Lord's voice sounded. It sounded like his strength had recovered a lot, and he spoke with confidence. It seems that the Forbidden Forest is not peaceful tonight.

Hagrid was about to cry again for the dead unicorn.

"Huh? Your Highness the Dark Lord?" Hera tiptoed towards the fireplace, carefully looking at the scarf on the back of Quirrell's head.

"It's me, Hera." Quirrell loosened the scarf slowly, revealing the snake face of the Dark Lord, the red light in his eyes was more dazzling than what Hera saw last time, faintly like two LED lamp beads, but his face was still as dead white as chalk.

"My lord, your physical strength has recovered?" Hera tried her best to empty her mind, but she didn't expect that what she was worried about before had become a reality in an instant.

Was Voldemort going to check his loyalty?

Doubt yourself as soon as you have physical strength, this.
"Hera, we need more power. Once I get back the Philosopher's Stone, I will make a comeback. Azkabam, Bellatrix, you go to Lucius and don't tell him about my situation. Just tell him. His master needs him." Voldemort's voice was sharp and piercing, and a wicked smile appeared on his evil face.

"My Lord Dark Lord, I contacted Lucius as early as July last year." Hera lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into Voldemort's eyes.

Even the current Voldemort needs to look straight into the eyes to be able to take the mind! ?

"Hehe." Voldemort sneered, "Lucius, my cunning friend, he has always known how to protect himself wisely. It's just that I heard that he has not given up on his past behavior. Although he put on a sanctimonious face in front of the world."

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lucius doesn't seem to care much." Hera mercilessly cheated on her brother-in-law.

As long as you direct Voldemort's anger to Lucius, you will surely forget yourself, right?
As the saying goes, a dead fellow does not die a poor one, and Hera has done a lot of things like misfortune!
"They are like weeds on the wall. Whichever side is stronger, they will fall to that side. Hera, you have to recognize them." Voldemort seemed to have the intention to train Hera, so he said such words.

"Yes, that's what you educated." Hera nodded frantically with her head pounding like garlic.

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(End of this chapter)