Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 141 Hera's identity.
"I don't think I'm very happy." Hera's eyes shone brightly. He thought he was very Lockhart's character, and he was very happy and ignored, which were his biggest labels.

"Harry! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time!"

When several people were walking up the steps, Harry suddenly heard a voice that made Harry a little uncomfortable——Colin Colleavy!

He said breathlessly, and took a timid step forward, "My family just sent me a camera, of course, this is what I asked them for, maybe—do you think—maybe—can I take a picture of you?" He held up the camera expectantly.

"Take a picture?" Harry asked blankly, and then seemed to recall some bad memories, just about to avoid Colin, but unexpectedly he moved forward several steps eagerly, and held Harry's hand.

"So I can prove that I saw you," said Colin feverishly, holding Harry's hand tightly. "A boy in my dormitory said that if I used the right developing potion, the people in the pictures would move." Colin took a deep breath and trembled slightly with excitement. Look. If there was a picture of you—” he looked at Harry imploringly—“—maybe I could stand next to you and ask your friend to click it? Then, would you sign it?”

Harry looked desperately at Hera, but Hera just gave him a helpless look, shrugged, and mouthed: "Take it!"

Immediately afterwards, Hera walked directly into the castle quickly. He was not interested in taking silly pictures with them outside. He believed that this would definitely become a joke in the school - he didn't want to be the person in the joke.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, he was bumped into the chest by a man with his head down.

"sorry Sorry."

Hera raised her head suspiciously, and the person apologizing to him in front of him turned out to be the same Lockhart whose jaw almost reached the sky, which is really strange.

"Professor Lockhart?" Hera asked softly.

"Oh, Professor Lestrange, it's you. I'm sorry, I didn't pay much attention to Lu. I was thinking about an important issue that could affect the magic world for hundreds of years." Lockhart's face was pale. Although he tried his best not to show timidity, Hera could clearly hear that he had no confidence in his words, and he was in a daze.

Probably because his true face was exposed in front of students and professors in the past few days, which hit his self-esteem.In the outside world, he has always been a famous best-selling author, great adventurer, and great wizard, but he suffered an unprecedented blow at Hogwarts.

However, it is a pity that Hera has no mercy on him at all.

Talents with strength deserve to be respected, this theorem has never changed.

He straightened his expression, smiled at Lockhart, and patted him on the shoulder generously, "It's okay, Professor Lockhart, pay attention to rest, I can see that you haven't been resting well recently. In fact, I was the one who taught Quirrell last year. I believe I have quite enough experience and energy. I only need to pay a little Galleon."

"Oh, thank you, I'll think about it." Lockhart tightened his cloak and slipped sideways directly beside Hera.

Looking at his back, Hranun grumbled, sure enough, as he guessed before, Lockhart is also a miser.

Without thinking about it, Hera went straight up the stairs. He didn't plan to have dinner in the auditorium. Wouldn't it be nice to go back to the office to eat Cowper's private order?

As the days went by, everyone noticed a strange thing - Lockhart was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. He who was handsome at first was almost as thin as a ghost.

Some people even wondered if he had a face on the back of his head, especially the Weasley twins, who used their whimsy-prank toys to play tricks on Lockhart in class.

Lockhart was about to give up now, and the content of the class was to ask the students to rehearse the plays and show the scenes he wrote in the book.

Not only him, the students also gave up, they recognized the reality, in Lockhart's class, you don't expect to learn any knowledge-maybe this is why the Weasley twins dared to tease Lockhart.

October came, and a damp chill permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle.The head nurse, Madam Pomfrey, was flustered by a sudden flu epidemic among the staff and students. Her refreshing potion had an immediate effect, but those who drank it left smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Lockhart was apparently a frequent visitor to Madam Pomfrey, puffs of steam were always coming out from under his pale blond hair, and his whole head looked like a steam locomotive - puffing whenever he was seen.

Raindrops as big as bullets pattered against the windows of the castle and did not stop for days.The water in the lake rose, and the flower beds were muddy, and the pumpkins Hagrid had planted swelled one by one to the size of the flower shed.

However, the Gryffindor Cadet team's enthusiasm for Quidditch has not diminished.

Hera was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and through the window, she could always see those red figures appearing on the Quidditch pitch.

So Harry's body was always soaked by rain and covered with mud. Even his good friends-Ron and Hermione couldn't insist on training with Harry all the time.They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, warming themselves around the fire.

A few days before Halloween, Hera received an unexpected invitation.

Bloody Barrow passed through the wall and leaned half his body into Hera's bedroom, "Sir, I would like to invite you to the death anniversary party for Sir Nicholas. He is the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

"I think the food my ghost provided at the party is probably not suitable for living people?" Hera politely declined, he didn't plan to attend a ghost's Deathday party, especially if he was a Gryffindor ghost.

"Yes, sir." The bloody Baro had no expression on his face, and his tone was as cold as ever, "It's just that there are some things I want to confirm with sir."

Hera raised his eyebrows, he had a hunch that this would not be a good thing.

"Perhaps you can tell me now that I don't want to waste time on a meaningless party. On Halloween night, I prefer to stay in my office." Hera pulled the quilt away, sat up from the bed, and lazily picked up a glass of milk on the desk.

"In relation to your identity"

　Thanks to book friend Rach for the 10000 point reward!
　　I really rewarded 100 when I went there?
　　bald update
　　If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't be talking big in the group!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)