Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 132 Sudden Interruption

"Now, just before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore.

The smiles on many people's faces froze. Only Hera clapped vigorously in a cooperative manner. If Dumbledore hadn't waved his hands lightly, I believe Hera would have been able to applaud until the end of the school song.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of words on the high dining table like a snake.

"Oh, you know? I've won a singing contest once, you know, I never talk about it." Lockhart said loudly to Hera, the professors were all face-to-face, looking directly at the students in front of them, it was obvious - they hated Lockhart very much, he was always bragging about how powerful he was.

Hera pretended not to hear Lockhart's words. In fact, no one heard Lockhart's words in their heads. Almost all the professors ignored him. Only a few of the female students sitting below had star eyes and looked at Lockhart with admiration.

"Everyone chooses a tune they like," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

All the teachers and students sang loudly, and Hera was no exception. He was even one of the lead singers.

He desperately wanted to go back to the bed in the bedroom, and he was speeding up the singing of the school song by himself. He quickly chanted the school song in a tone almost rap
"Hogwarts,
Hogwarts,

Give us the knowledge,
Whether we are bald old men or children with broken knees,
"

Whether it sounds good or not, I don't know.

But at least the speed is much faster. Last year, the Weasley twins who sang the school song with the slow melody of "Funeral March" were also brought into the ditch by Hera. Their plan was directly interrupted by Hera, as if they had turned on double speed. They even had fun later on, and ended the whole school song with a faster rhythm than Hera.

There was thunderous applause.

Dumbledore's applause was the loudest, "Music," he wiped the corners of his eyes, "it's bedtime now, everyone will go to the dormitory."

Hera probably already guessed the resentment in Dumbledore's heart, a good school song was adapted into a rap by herself, probably Dumbledore would cry in the middle of the night.

It's just that Hera didn't have the energy to think about Dumbledore's thoughts. As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, he immediately passed the noisy student crowd with lightning speed, walked out of the restaurant first, rushed up the marble stairs, and went straight to his office on the third floor.

Only the students were left with a chic back. Many first-year freshmen couldn't close their mouths in surprise, and stared blankly at Hera's back.

He was so tired, after opening the door, Hera didn't even notice that the black notebook he threw in the corner of the bedroom had already jumped onto his desk.

He yawned, didn't want to move any more, put on his pajamas and fell asleep.

Perhaps because Hera was overfed, he had a very strange dream.He has an extra head, which is different from Quirrell, not another face, but a head!

A living human head!
The head said to him that these people who are not worthy of learning magic should be driven out of Slytherin, all this is for Hogwarts to be strong again.

The head kept repeating his ideas, and at the same time it was getting heavier and heavier. Hera tried to tear him off her body, but it weighed him down so much that he couldn't even stand up.
Lockhart watched him as he struggled, laughing.

Then Lockhart turned into a red-haired Weasley, whose laugh was louder and colder
Seeing a sudden flash of green light, Hera woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat and trembling constantly.He rolled over and fell asleep again.When I woke up the next day, I didn't remember the dream at all.

The black notebook on the desk trembled slightly, and slowly moved to the center of the desk.

Early the next morning, Hera was woken up by an annoying knock on the door. When he opened the door impatiently, before he could even see who was disturbing him, a figure with golden hair squeezed into the office directly.

"Good morning, Hera." Lockhart sat directly on the chair behind Hera's desk, greeting Hera as if he was the owner of this office.

Hera rubbed her hair, his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and tried to open her sleepy eyes, "Oh, good morning, Professor Lockhart. It's so early—ha—what do you want me for?"

"I don't have any other questions. In fact, I'm just curious about how you taught before." Lockhart crossed his hands and pressed his hands on the desk, looking a little embarrassed. "Although I am a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, you know that I have always been on the front line of fighting against the dark arts. I don't know much about these basic knowledge taught by Hogwarts."

Speaking, Lockhart blinked at Hera, without any embarrassment at all.

"So, you mean, you came so early just to understand what the class was about?" Hera yelled exaggeratedly, and he startled Lockhart so much that he nearly slid off his seat.

"Oh, of course." Lockhart noticed that Hera's expression became a little scary, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, I mean, I want to ask you to have breakfast. It's because you ate too little last night, and I feel sorry for you!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but the only opinion I can give you is to follow the teaching materials. You are already a mature Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so you should have your own opinions." Hera directly pulled Lockhart from his seat and pushed him out of the office roughly.

"By the way, your notebook, don't forget it." Hera noticed a black notebook on the table, which looked like a Muggle notebook - he would never buy such an ugly notebook.

Stuffing the notebook into Lockhart's arms casually, he closed the office door with a look of surprise on his face.

"Hmph, you'll come and beg me one day!" Lockhart took the notebook and left angrily. Before leaving, he kicked the door hard, but it didn't affect Hera except for a little pain in his toes.

It's just that on the title page of the notebook that he didn't notice, a few lines of text appeared flowing on it.

"I got you"

(End of this chapter)