Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 99 A Gift for Harry
"Huh? What inheritance?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Isn't Nick Flamel going to die?" Hera smiled awkwardly.

Dumbledore lightly tapped his fingers on the table, and said in a cold voice: "As far as I know, Nick and the others have stored some elixir of life, enough for them to arrange everything - they are not so eager to find an heir."

"Ah, that's it." Hera lowered her eyes in disappointment.

"However, Nick is very much looking forward to seeing you during the holiday." Dumbledore changed his tone, with a gentle smile on his face.

"what do you mean?"

"Well, yes, I've already promised you." Dumbledore said as he took out a note from the drawer and handed it to Hera. "This is the address of Nick's house. It is protected by the Fidelity Curse. You must keep it in your heart."

Hera took out the note and carefully wrote down the address on it in her heart.

"No. 1, Place Valgarant, Ile de la Cité, [-]th arrondissement of Paris, France."

Quickly said it silently several times in my heart, the note turned into fly ash and dissipated in Hera's hand.

And at this time, Hera realized that the location of Nick Villa is really
"Isn't this the center of Paris? Between the Louvre and Notre Dame!" Hera suddenly screamed loudly, how much is this worth in Galleons?
This is too rich and powerful!
Dumbledore was taken aback by him, and gently ran down the long silver-white beard on his chest, and said angrily, "Hera, for the sake of being an old man, can you stop being surprised?"

"Sorry, professor." Hera quickly apologized, and he was also shocked when he realized the address all at once.

"When you are free, go there, I believe you will gain a lot." Dumbledore closed his eyes, leaned on the chair and raised his head to the ceiling.

"Then I won't disturb your rest." Hera stood up and bowed slightly, paying her utmost respect to the old man.

As for the dungeon, if there was no such a hundred-year-old man in front of him, Harry and Hera would have fallen to the ground.

The day after Harry woke up was the year-end banquet, he missed the last Quidditch match, and Gryffindor was beaten to death by Ravenclaw.

Of course, the Slytherins were unsurprisingly about to win their seventh consecutive championship, and even Hera's mood became a lot lighter.

Seven is a magical number, and the magical number seven can make magic more powerful.

Obviously, Slytherin is such a powerful house, Hera thought to herself.

Holding the photo album that Hagrid made in her hand, Hera gently pushed open the door of the school hospital.

"Hera?"

"I promise to only go in for 5 minutes!"

"Oh, well, well, you are already a professor, you can manage your own time." Madam Pomfrey looked up at the wall clock, ignoring Hera.

Hera walked to Harry's hospital bed and sat down at the location of memory, glanced at him, and didn't take out the photo album in a hurry, but explained to Harry softly why Hagrid didn't come.

"Hagrid was very sad, and he blamed himself, because he thought he made you become like this—he told Professor Quirrell how to subdue Fluffy, just for a dragon egg. He even thought he should be kicked out and be a Muggle all his life."

"I don't blame him." Harry listened to Hera's words in shock, "Voldemort will find out somehow, even if Hagrid doesn't tell him, he will always find out."

"That's what I advised him as well." Hera shrugged helplessly, "But he still stubbornly refuses to forgive himself, maybe you can go to his cabin."

"Anyway, it's over now. We kept the Philosopher's Stone. Although it's gone now, Voldemort can no longer use it to do evil." Harry muttered.

"Yes, we stopped him." Hera nodded.

"Eat some chocolate frogs? I'll go to Hagrid, it's such a headache." Harry rubbed his head, pointing to the lightning-shaped scar on his finger, "It's been hurting so much."

Hera straightened her expression and asked seriously, "Harry, did you tell Professor Dumbledore about this?"

"not yet"

"I think Dumbledore definitely knows a lot more about this scar than I do. Perhaps he is the only one in the wizarding world who knows your scar best." Hera looked at the scar on Harry's forehead, slid her fingers lightly, and said in a voice almost whispering.

"Well, I'll tell him when I get a chance," said Harry.

"By the way, I almost forgot the business, I came here to give this to you - Hagrid and I have wasted a lot of energy." Hera showed a mysterious smile, and did not take out the photo album in a hurry.

"Hagrid's gift? It's not going to be rock pie or a stoat sandwich?" Harry asked worriedly.

Hera smiled reluctantly, "What's going on in your little head? How could I make those rock cakes that are enough to break my teeth?"

After making a little joke, Hera took out the photo album from her pocket and handed it to Harry.

"Okay, this is for you"

It was a beautiful, leather-bound book, and Hera watched Harry open it curiously, with a small smile on her lips.

It was plastered with pictures of the wizard, his father and mother smiling and waving at him on every page.

There are also some photos of Hera mixed in, taking the opportunity to deepen Harry's favorability, although Harry's favorability with him may have reached full value.

"I asked for these photos from your parents' old classmates because of my great relationship. I know you don't have their photos. Do you like them?"

Harry was too excited to speak, but Hera got it all.

Hera pretended to be very interested in the little bird outside the window, and Harry took the time to wipe away his tears with the sheets.When the voice returned to normal, Harry said, "I really, really like this gift, Hera, thank you very much."

Hera nodded, raised her head and looked at the wall clock, she had been there for nearly 15 minutes, if she didn't go out, Madam Pomfrey would rush in.

After Hera left, Harry flipped through the photo album repeatedly, as if he wanted to keep all the figures in the photos firmly in his heart - in fact, he did exactly that.

In the evening, Hera went downstairs alone to attend the end-of-year banquet. The auditorium was already full of people, and the auditorium was decorated with green and silver representing Slytherin to celebrate winning the House Cup for seven consecutive years.

Hera looked at the huge banner with Slytherin snakes on the wall behind the guest of honour, and chuckled softly.

I sat down at the guest-of-honor table based on my memory, because of Quirrell's absence, the seat was a lot vacant.

"It's really rare to see the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts attending the year-end banquet." Snape said coldly.

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