Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 138
"Didn't he do something about it?" asked Hagrid, who was busy making them tea, incredulously.His pet Fang dribbled all over Harry.

"Oh!" Harry raised his arms in disgust, his robes now reeking of teeth and saliva. "Yaya, your saliva is dripping on me."

"Foggy, let's play." Hagrid patted Fangy's head and drove it to the other side of the room. "I'm sure Professor Lockhart will take care of it?"

"Actually, no, he didn't do it at all, he didn't say a single spell, and even his wand was thrown out of the window by the elf." Hermione said in a slightly higher-than-usual voice, hugging her shoulders. "Why did Dumbledore let him teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? I think Hera is much better than him!"

"No, no, I'm actually far from being capable enough to be a professor." Hera quickly waved his hands, he didn't want to be another victim of the Hogwarts curse. "Obviously Dumbledore thinks he is a more suitable candidate, and Dumbledore's decision must have deep meaning."

Hera lightly threw the problem on Dumbledore, but what he said was indeed correct. Dumbledore's deep intention was to take the opportunity to expose Lockhart's true colors.

"Obviously, he's the only one." Hagrid brought a plate of fudge from the side. "I mean the only one. It's hard to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher these days. People don't want to do it. They think it's an unlucky job. None of them last long." Hagrid turned to look at Hera.

"Do you think so too?"

To this, Hera only responded with a smile. He didn't admit that he was really afraid of Voldemort's curse in that position. Over the years, Defense Against the Dark Arts professors changed one after another. He didn't think he could be much better than the previous professors in that position.

"I really don't know how we're going to spend this school year." Harry clutched his forehead with a headache, he had had enough of that funny Lockhart, he wished that Lockhart would fill the curse quickly, and let Hera continue to be in charge of their Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Okay, I have some confidence in him, at least this year there won't be a weirdo with a snake face on the back of his head, won't he?" Hera made a joke, but it didn't work. Everyone's faces turned pale. Thinking of the person who couldn't be named would always cool down the atmosphere—even if it was a joke.

"It's getting late, you're going to be late for dinner." Hera gently rubbed Hermione's head, smoothing down her frizzy hair.

In the next few days, Lockhart's reputation among the students plummeted, and he lost his previous sense of admiration early on. Many students avoided him—seeing Lockhart from a distance from the corridor, they quickly avoided him.

Lockhart was obviously aware of this too, he had a gloomy face every morning when he ate, and he never presented his 'book' to the professor as happily as on the first day of school.

As for Harry, his life was much harder.Not only did he have to avoid Lockhart, but he also had to avoid a freshman in his first year—his ardent fan, Colin Collevy.

Colin seems to have memorized Harry's class schedule, and they always 'run into' in various places.It seemed to him that the most exciting thing in the world was to say "Hello, Harry?" six or seven times a day and hear "Hello, Colin" in response.

He didn't care how helpless and annoyed Harry's tone of reply was.

And Hera has been running towards the Forbidden Forest these days whenever he has free time. He has been trying to abduct Buckbeak, but the females beside him are always wary of Hera, as if they know what Hera is thinking.

Hera finally got on Buckbeak again today—he angrily kicked the females who stood in the way of Hera.

Across the lake, through the Forbidden Forest, over the Quidditch pitch, flying wantonly inside Hogwarts—the dementors were stationed outside Hogwarts, and Hera had no intention of contacting them.

"Eh? That's the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team?" Hera squinted her eyes and looked hard at the two teams who were as small as ants on the ground. They collided with each other on the field, not knowing what happened.

He patted Buckbeak on the neck, and it immediately understood, its wings were slightly retracted, and it was in a gliding posture.

Hera stepped on its wings, glared hard, slid off its body, and landed in mid-air.

Light body curse!
Hera maintained a safe speed and slowly landed on the ground, right in the middle of the two teams, with a rather handsome posture, which attracted the envious eyes of the little wizards present.

"Children, what happened?" Hera stopped the two teams that were about to clash in time.

It is conceivable what will happen when two academies that are incompatible with each other are on the same field.

They were not little first-year wizards anymore, and their spells were far more than simple as the floating spell. They really got angry, but it didn't end well.

"Professor!" Harry yelled, "We were training when they broke into the field."

Hera frowned, so it seems that Slytherin doesn't make sense?
"Really, Flint?"

"Lestrange, that's not the case. We have Professor Snape's permission. He allowed us to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train our new Seeker." Marcus said rudely with his chest straightened out, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of elegance from Alisa.

Hera sighed secretly, it's okay, the Slytherin team still has permission, since that's the case
"Then what about your note? Children, obviously it doesn't matter who comes first, the pitch belongs to him." Hera turned to Gryffindor and explained with feigned regret.

"But we booked the stadium for today, and we got up early!" Gryffindor captain Wood roared loudly.

Hera's brow furrowed, but soon relaxed again. "Son, it's not that the louder the yelling, the more reasonable it is. The Quidditch pitch is so big. Maybe you can try to play a training match. I don't think you guys mind Flint, do you?"

"Of course not, I'll follow your arrangement." Flint tilted his head and smiled, casting playful eyes on his old opponent - Wood.

Hera nodded, as if she suddenly remembered something, and asked Flint, "By the way, who is your new Seeker?"

"It's me," Draco said smugly. "I'm the new Seeker for Slytherin, Professor, and everyone was admiring the new broom my father bought for our team."

(End of this chapter)