Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 146 Explain it, explain it to your heart's content, no one will believe it anyway.

When they walked into Hera's office, the looking glass on the table suddenly lit up. It was the portable looking glass that Hera took from Nick Flamel's treasure house, but it seemed to be broken. Since half a month ago, it has been lighting up non-stop.

Hera hurried forward and stuffed it into the drawer.

"Oh, you know, I can't make everyone like me after all, it's a little too sensitive."

But obviously no one cares about this matter.

Professor McGonagall lit a candle on the table and stepped back.Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.The three little wizards exchanged nervous glances, then sat on a few chairs out of the candlelight and watched closely.

Hera stepped back to the edge of the wall, but was pushed forward hard by Snape and forced to stand in front.

The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched Lady Norris' fur.He looked at it carefully through the half-moon lenses, his slender fingers poking lightly here and there.

Professor McGonagall bent over, almost touching the cat with his face, and squinted his eyes carefully.

Hera was standing right behind them, and Snape was still behind Hera, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looking eerie.The look on Snape's face was odd: as if he was trying desperately not to laugh.Lockhart hovered around them, constantly scheming.

"A spell must have killed it—most likely the Transfiguration Curse. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there. I just happen to know the cure that would have saved him."

Lockhart was interrupted by Filch's tearless sobs of grief.Filch slumped in a chair by the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Norris.Hera put her hands on his shoulders, that was all he could do. Although Filch's reputation among the students was not very good, Hera and the three little wizards beside him couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for Filch.

It's just that the three little wizards are more sympathetic to themselves.If Dumbledore were to fire them, it would be them who deserved the most sympathy.

At this moment, Dumbledore whispered some strange words, and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response - Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly, like a freshly prepared specimen.

"...I remember a very similar thing happened in Ouagadougou," Lockhart said. "A series of attacks, which are well documented in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various amulets to the people, and it solved the problem at once."

Hera's eyes fell on him as he spoke, and he thought there was something strange about Lockhart tonight.

It's hard to say what's strange, but it made Hera feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience.He should know how the things in his book came about, why would he say these things with such confidence?
The candle light illuminated his profile, and the more Hera stared at his face, the more she felt as if she was about to sink into it.

"Weird. It's really weird." Hera muttered in a low voice, an ominous feeling hovering in his heart.

Dumbledore straightened up, his eyes were shining, and the half-moon lenses reflected the faint light of the candle, and he said to Hera with admiration, "Yes, it's quite weird."

"It's not dead." The words were addressed to Filch, who was crying himself to death.Dumbledore felt the need to reassure Filch.

Lockhart was still shaking off how many murders he had prevented in total, when he stopped suddenly.

"Not dead?" Filch choked out, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers. "Then why is its whole body—whole body stiff, as if frozen?"

"That's the oddity, in fact, and Hera evidently noticed it, too," said Dumbledore, looking around. ("Ha! I thought so too!" said Lockhart.)
"But, what is going on, I haven't figured it out yet."

"Hera, do you know?" Filch raised his head, turned his mottled and tear-stained face to Hera, and his expectant eyes fell on Hera, hoping that he would give him a different result from Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, I'm also very sad that such a thing happened, but I don't know how it happened. This should be extremely advanced black magic?" Hera hesitated, and he turned his eyes to Dumbledore, hoping that he could give everyone a reasonable explanation.

"This requires extremely advanced dark magic—" Dumbledore said firmly, and he was interrupted by Filch in the middle of his words.

"He did it, he did it!" Filch spattered, his fat, sagging face turning purple. "He was there! He must have done it! You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - in my office - he knew I was a - I was a -" Filch's face twitched horribly. "He knows I'm a Squib!"

"I didn't touch Mrs. Norris at all!" Harry said loudly, uncomfortably aware that everyone was looking at him, including Hera, who was standing next to him. "I don't even know what a Squib means! Besides, Hella was there when I found Mrs. Norris, so he can prove it for me!"

"I am indeed Mrs. Norris who I discovered with Mr. Potter. When I got there, it was already like that. In fact, I don't know what happened before. I was coming down from the stairs." Hera explained with her head down, trying to make her testimony as fair as possible.

"Allow me to say something, Headmaster," Snape said from the shadows, and Hera's sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Harry, too, more so than Hera, believed that nothing Snape had to say would do him any favors.

"Perhaps Potter and his friends just weren't supposed to be there at that time," said Snape, with a slight sneer on his lips, as if he doubted it, "but we did hit a series of points. Why on earth did they go up the hallway? Why didn't they go to the Halloween party? Of course, Hera's office is on the third floor, and it makes perfect sense for him to be back here."

Hera breathed a sigh of relief, his suspicion was temporarily lifted, right?
After all, his office was on the third floor, and before he could explain, Snape ruled him out of suspicion, but it was difficult for Harry and the others.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to explain that they were going to the Deathday Party. ".Hundreds of ghosts came, and Professor Hera, who was there at the time, they can all prove that we are there"

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