Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 136 A complete disaster!
And so on, there are three full pages, and the last question is: 54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?What's his ideal birthday present?
"What does this have to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Hermione asked Hera suspiciously, she couldn't see what knowledge these things could teach her - except flattering Lockhart.

Hera could only shrug her shoulders helplessly. He thought that Lockhart would continue to teach according to the first-grade textbook "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense"—after all, he hadn't read the student's book list this year, and he never thought that Lockhart would choose his book as the textbook.

Doesn't he know that his 'books' are more like pulp adventure novels?
Is there any learning value?

Hera reckoned that the class would be over after finishing the test papers, and he didn't want to waste any more time here, so he got up and slipped out quietly through the classroom door.

Standing on the podium, Lockhart naturally noticed Hera's actions, his brows were furrowed together, and the students were busy answering questions with their heads down, not noticing this change.

"Damn Lestrange. Is my class so unappealing to you?"

Lockhart clenched his fingers tightly, gritted his teeth and thought in his heart.

After Hera left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, she went straight to the hut next to the Forbidden Forest - Hagrid's residence.

He's going to see that hippogriff, maybe it's called Piccolo, or something?

Hagrid was wearing a moleskin coat, and was feeding meat to the hound Fang at the door of the hut. That was his pet, a Neapolitan mastiff that looked very ferocious, but was actually docile and even timid like Hagrid.

"Good afternoon, Hera." Hagrid greeted Hera from a distance, holding the meat.

After waving his hand, he walked into Hera before saying hello to Hagrid, "Good afternoon, Hagrid."

"How's the first day of school? Gilderoy Lockhart's a big celebrity, so it must be nice to work with him?" Hagrid laughed, pausing to give Fang away from the bucket of meat.

Yaya bared its teeth at Hagrid, it turned around Hagrid, Hagrid patted it on the head lightly, Fangya let out a wail, didn't know whether it was a headache or a heartache, turned around and ran to the chicken coop next to it.

"Hagrid, is Fangya okay?" Hera's mouth twitched, he could clearly feel Fangya's resentment, when he said Fangya's name, it turned back and looked at Hagrid resentfully.

"It doesn't matter, it has always been like this, it has eaten too much meat today. By the way, how is Professor Gilderoy Lockhart?" Hagrid walked towards the house with the bucket in his hand, "Come on, let's go inside and have some hot tea. This is terrible weather."

"Oh." Hera sighed, "Let's go in and talk about it."

Sitting in Hagrid's cabin, the fire crackled merrily.Hera sat on the chair, took a sip of hot tea, stared at the steam steaming on the teacup, and said slowly:

"In fact, Gilderoy Lockhart is a complete liar"

"Huh? But I've read all the books he wrote, and they really make sense." Hagrid looked surprised, and he turned around and took out a book from his messy locker. "This is Gilderoy Lockhart's How to Get Rid of Household Pests."

"It really helped me a lot. In summer, there are a lot more pests in the vegetable gardens and farms here, thanks to it." Hagrid patted the cover of the book, and Hera could clearly see the picture of Lockhart on the cover, frowning tightly, looking at Hagrid with a disgusted expression while covering his nose.

"Maybe." Hera didn't agree with Hagrid's words. He didn't intend to directly pierce Lockhart's disguise. These Dumbledores had their own plans.

"Let's not talk about Lockhart for now, what happened to the Hippogriff?" Hera put down her teacup and moved the topic away from Lockhart.

"I knew you would never forget him. Buckbeak misses you very much. He often looks up at the sky and weeps silently. By the way, do you know? Buckbeak is very popular with the opposite sex now."

"Oh? How do you say?" Hera asked suspiciously.

"It attracted several female hippogriffs, and now it has almost developed into a group in the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid looked very happy, and he pulled Hera as if going out.

Hera could only pick up the teacup in a hurry, it was cold outside, and he needed something warm.

Hagrid led Hera along the edge of the woods, and five minutes later they were outside what looked like a paddock.There is nothing there.

"Come on, let's come to the fence." Hagrid called. He looked around and confirmed that there was enough space before he burrowed into the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid." Before Hera finished speaking, Hagrid had disappeared into the paddock.

Not long after, twelve weird guys walked towards Hera quickly.They have the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but their front hooves, wings, and head appear to be that of an eagle, with sharp beaks the color of steel and large bright orange eyes.The claws on their front legs are half a foot long and look deadly.They all had a thick feather collar round their necks, with a long chain attached to it, the ends of which hung down to the ground, and Hagrid trotted out into the paddock after them, closely following them.

"Hera! Help me get them under control!" Hagrid yelled.

"Ah?" Hera was stunned, "I can't seem to control it!"

A Hippogriff rushed straight at Hera, and its head almost hit Hera's body!

Three meters, two meters and one meter. Hit.
No, it doesn't.

Hera rolled over and avoided directly, like a matador, but her appearance was far from being so chic.

It can even be said that he was a little embarrassed, but he was safe.

The Hippogriff rushing over seemed a little puzzled. It rubbed its hooves on the ground, splashing dust.

"Watch out!" Hagrid yelled again. He had already reached the paddock, and he tried to grab the chain around the hippogriff's neck, but—he failed.

They flapped their wings and flew in mid-air, at a height of 5 or 6 meters. Hagrid couldn't catch them.

The Hippogriff in the lead didn't seem to give up, and galloped towards Hera again.

This time Hera didn't dodge, because he had already drawn out his wand, his eyes were wide open, and he had already spoken half of the spell: "Powder body."

I saw the Hippogriff resting its head on Hera's arms, gently rubbing against Hera's neck.

Hagrid: "."

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