Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 91 Are you here to break through?come on.

"Long time no see, Lu Wei." He stretched his hand and rubbed Lu Wei's chin, and quickly dodged away when its saliva was about to fall on him.

"Really, why do you still have bad breath? Obviously, I brushed your teeth very well before!" Hera held her nose and backed away with disgust, "Could it be that Hagrid didn't take good care of you?"

Lu Wei let out a cry of grievance, and his tail swung from side to side quite quickly-it was so exciting to see Hera.

"Okay, okay, don't expose me!" Hera stood on tiptoe, patted Lu Wei's head vigorously, confirmed that there was no sound in the corridor behind her, and then snapped her fingers to call out Cooper.

With a bang, Cooper appeared between Hera and Lu Wei, his body trembling and speaking respectfully.

"Dear Professor Lestrange, what are you calling me for?"

"Prepare some beef and brandy, and the amount of beef should be larger." Hera also thoughtfully and quickly explained the task.

Cowper didn't seem to want to stay for a moment, and didn't even respond to Hera's words, and disappeared into the corridor directly.

"Lu Wei, you must brush your teeth." Hera pinched her nose and walked out of the corridor. He was not interested in staying in the same room with Lu Wei all the time - he was afraid that he would always smell of Lu Wei's saliva.

That is really terrible!

Unscrewing the doorknob, Hera stood in the corridor on the fourth floor again, and couldn't help but sigh, the air outside was still sweeter.

Randomly found a corner to sit down, and Hera strengthened the illusion spell on her body again.

Facing Lu Wei, the Disillusionment Curse is useless. After all, dogs are most famous for their sense of smell, and Lu Wei has three noses, and his sense of smell is even more terrifyingly keen.

Not long after, a hooded voice hurried over, holding a harp in his hand.

It should be Quirinus.

Hera looked at his back, sighed, tightened the cloak, and continued to squat at the door.

At night, the sky was already drowsy, and the fourth floor became pitch black, and Hera also felt drowsy. When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a sound of rustling.

Although he couldn't see the figures of the three stupid lions, Hera knew that they must have come here by means that he didn't know.

Because he had heard Harry's voice.

"If you want to retreat now, I won't blame you. You can take the Invisibility Cloak away. I don't need it anymore."

"Don't be silly," said Ron.

"Let's go in together," said Hermione.

In the dark corner, a strange light flashed in Hera's eyes. So this is Harry's strength?
invisibility cloak.
Old Deng was really willing to spend all his money to give such a precious magic item to Harry.

Following the creaking sound of the door opening, Hera got up and quickly followed behind Harry.

Hera's ears immediately sounded a deep bark. Although Lu Wei couldn't see the four of them, all three of his noses were twitching wildly towards them and sniffing.

There is still a harp at Lu Wei's feet, which is the one that Quirrell was holding in his hand before.

Apparently the three idiots noticed too.

"What's that at its feet?" Hermione asked softly.

"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it."

"Apparently it wakes up as soon as the music stops," said Harry. "Well, listen up."

Listening to the whispers of the three stupid lions, the corners of Hera's mouth twitched, she really couldn't count on them.

Didn't they realize that Quirrell was the most problematic one?

Didn't you find that all the professors were consciously or unconsciously keeping a distance from Quirrell?

Even that stupid lunatic, Sybill Trelawney, Hera always thought she was a lunatic, a lunatic who lived in Hogwarts with her so-called prophecy talent, she kept a considerable distance from Quirrell.

Just as Hera was complaining mercilessly, he suddenly heard a voice that could make a child have nightmares.

Harry put Hagrid's flute to his lips and began to play.He played completely out of tune, even harsh, but as soon as he blew the first note, Lu Wei's eyes began to droop.

Don't ask Hera how she knew it was Hagrid's flute, he had one in a drawer in his office too.

Lu Wei's barking stopped, it wobbled a few times, its knees softened, and it fell to the floor with a plop, falling into a deep sleep.

"Good night, sweet dreams." Hera silently sent blessings to Lu Wei in her heart, even though Lu Wei didn't seem to be able to sleep well tonight.

He should have been under Quirrell's harp before, and he probably had enough sleep.

The three little wizards dragged off the cloak and tiptoed towards the trapdoor.

Hera also stood on tiptoe and followed behind them likewise.

Ron was brave enough to be No.1—he stepped over Lu Wei's lap carefully.He bent down and pulled the tab on the trapdoor, and it swung open.

Thanks to her height advantage, Hera could see the scene inside the trapdoor—it was pitch black.

The three little guys had an exchange, and finally decided to jump directly.

Hera slapped it on the forehead.

Sure enough, you can't expect too much from Gryffindor's IQ. Even Muggles know to set up traps under the pit, including but not limited to poisoned swords and sharpened bamboos. In short, everything that is sharp and can kill the enemy will not be stingy.

But these three guys just jumped down like this?

Hera stood by the trapdoor and waited for about 10 minutes, confirming that the three people below had finally left the mechanism below, and then jumped deeply.

Of course, it must have cast a Lightness Curse.

Hera fell lightly to the ground like a fallen feather.

Below is a large group of devil's net, which seems to be the masterpiece of Professor Sprout - she has always been very experienced in cultivating magic plants, and she is also Hufflepuff's dean.

With a flick of the wand, a blue bellflower-like flame shot from the tip.

In just a few seconds, the plants twisted and twitched, and retreated to the edge of the wall automatically.

"Fortunately, I have the foresight, otherwise the clothes would be messed up." Hera straightened the cloak without the slightest wrinkle, obviously his worries were completely unnecessary.

Self-ironing the cape will not allow it to become wrinkled.

Hera looked around, and there was only a stone corridor, which was the only way to go.

Tiptoing lightly, holding the cloak so it wouldn't get water-stained, Hera slid down the corridor.

Water drops slowly dripped down the wall, and the humid environment reminded Hera of Gringotts, where it was just as dark and damp.

but
Hogwarts has no dragons!
(End of this chapter)