Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 78 Parseltongue

"Hera, what did Snape say?" The red light in Voldemort's pupils weakened a little, and his tone became unpredictable.

"He didn't react too aggressively, he was just grading students' homework." Hera said in a low voice, hiding her practice of Occlumency.

Voldemort closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. Under Hera's surprised eyes, Quirrell turned around slowly, picked up the scarf beside him and wrapped Voldemort again.

"Hera." Quirrell's expression was a bit complicated, and there was some surprise in it, but he just took a deep look at Hera, and then seemed to see something that frightened him, and quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at Hera again.

"Uh" Hera was a little unclear about Quirrell's attitude, but it didn't affect his hope that Quirrell would leave quickly.

Practicing Occlumency with Snape was exhausting, physically and mentally exhausting.

"Hera, I'm leaving first if there's nothing else to do." Quirrell touched the corner of his mouth, as if there was silver unicorn blood on it.

Hera glanced at Quirrell, he turned around and Hera saw him clearly, his face was flushed unnaturally, and there were a few silvery-white traces on his clothes, presumably he had just returned from the Forbidden Forest.

"Well, it's getting late." Hera nodded, unbuttoned the cloak and draped it on the quilt beside the chair.

Quirrell got up and exited the room, but in Hera's eyes, he seemed a little strange today.

However, this is not within the scope of Hera's consideration. That guy Quirrell is out of his mind, and it is understandable that he acts a little weirdly.

Quirrell closed the door gently, breathed a long sigh of relief, and whispered extremely cautiously, "Master, is Hera a Parseltongue?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!" Voldemort's sharp voice sounded in the corridor, Quirrell tightened his hood, and quickly fled the corridor, God knows if he would be heard by Filch, who was watching the night.

However, when leaving the corridor, Quirrell took a deep look in Hera's direction and left with anxiety and fear.

He suddenly understood why Lord Dark Lord was so tolerant to Hera, but the truth was more difficult for him to believe.

Voldemort and Hera communicated in Parseltongue throughout, and Quirrell could only hear a hissing sound, which made him break out in cold sweat.

Who would have thought that Voldemort would have heirs! ?

And it's already this big!

It's just that Quirrell can only rot in his stomach about this matter.

And Hera in the office didn't notice at all that he communicated with Voldemort in Parseltongue, and he always thought that his Parseltongue was well hidden.

After all, the Lestrange family is a sacred 28 family, so it is normal for the ancestors to have some relatives with the Slytherin family! ?

But in today's wizarding world, it's obviously unwise to reveal the fact that you are a Parseltongue.

Hera has always regarded Parseltongue as one of her biggest secrets and kept it tightly in her mind.

He fell on the bed and took off the fleece in a daze. Hera yawned and fell asleep.

The next day, in the second quarter of the morning, the little wizards of the first grade were listening to Hera's voice in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Werewolf, in the human state, the middle finger and ring finger are the same length. This is an important way to identify werewolves! Their eyes are generally blue and have conical pupils. In the werewolf state, their bodies explode to about 2 times and they walk upright. They have the appearance of a wolf and temporarily lose their memory. In a state of extreme rampage, their attack power soars, their speed is ferocious, and they are fearless."

Hera stood on the podium, looking back from time to time to write down the key points of knowledge about werewolves on the blackboard.

"I have to participate in the competition!" Harry said to Ron and Hermione, but he didn't notice that the voice of his flag seemed a little loud.

Hera threw a chalk tip at Harry's head in displeasure.

Whispering in class?
He underestimated his poor Defense Against the Dark Arts professor too much!

"Why don't you write it all down?" Hera said sternly. "Harry, Gryffindor will lose a point for your gossip in class."

Harry looked bitter, and replied "Yes, Professor." Immediately afterwards, he lay down on the table, tilting his head to record the knowledge of werewolves.

Hera only deducted one point from him, which didn't seem to impress Harry. Harry was still whispering to Ron and Hermione, "If I quit, the Slytherins will think I'm afraid to face Snape. I'm going to show them and if we win, we'll wipe all the smug smiles off their faces."

Hermione took notes quickly, and said casually, "What about Professor Hera?"

"Hmm..." Harry was at a loss for words, raised his head and glanced at Hera secretly, but met Hera's eyes, obviously Hera noticed that he was still chatting.

Hera stretched out his finger and pointed at Harry, and Harry had no choice but to get up and take notes seriously.

Hera knew exactly what Harry and the others were talking about. It was nothing more than Snape's application to be the referee in the next Quidditch match.

If Hera's guess is correct, Snape should be protecting Harry - this is probably what Dumbledore meant.

It's just that in the eyes of Harry and the others, it seemed that Snape was just trying to make Slytherin defeat Gryffindor in the final Academy Cup, and it was impossible for him to judge fairly.

After class, Hera quickly walked towards the three little wizards who were packing up their textbooks and preparing to leave.

"Harry?"

"Huh? Professor." Harry stopped packing his schoolbag, and he, who was planning to go directly to the auditorium, also stopped.

"Are you worried about the upcoming Quidditch match?" Hera stroked Hermione's hair. Ever since he accidentally revealed the identity of Nick Flamel and gave Hermione a complete set of Lockhart's works that day, Hermione was no longer as angry as before, at least she would not say 'Professor Lestrange' coldly.

Just Penello.
Hera really had no good solution, the girl's mind was hard to figure out, and Hera didn't know how to coax her well.

Focusing back to reality, Hera looked at Harry. Harry's eyes wobbled from side to side, tangled for more than ten seconds, and finally sighed and said, "Hera, I don't know if I'm overthinking, or it's the fact that it seems that no matter where I go, I will meet Snape. Even sometimes, I suspect that Snape is following me, and the Potions class is even more tortured. Snape treats me very badly."

Hera couldn't help laughing, but Snape's appearance was indeed easy to misunderstand, especially for a stupid lion like Harry.

How can a lion understand an awkward snake?

I believe that Professor Snape, who was assigned such a task by Dumbledore, must be very uncomfortable.

He actually asked him to protect a little wizard! ?
(End of this chapter)