Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 150 How Can Students Sleep Quietly?

"Okay, okay, I see." Hera replied weakly, he could see that the old man Dumbledore definitely didn't intend to let him go.

Hera leaned down and looked at the pool where Myrtle said to find the big yellow eyes.

The pool looked ordinary, and Hera checked it inside and out, up and down, and even the water pipes below were not spared - Dumbledore was watching coldly from the side, and Hera didn't dare not to check carefully.

"Did you find anything?" Dumbledore asked.

"I didn't find anything." Hera actually found a small snake engraved on the side of a copper faucet, but Hera didn't think it was worth telling Dumbledore about it. This is a very common thing in Hogwarts, and it didn't make Hera feel any fluctuations.

"It seems that we have wasted a lot of time." Dumbledore sighed, and he turned around and walked outside.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera asked loudly, he was taken aback, Dumbledore had already left the bathroom, he turned around, and his back disappeared directly at the door of the bathroom.

"Professor Lestrange," Myrtle looked a little shy, and she pulled her hair artificially, "if you want, I am willing to share a cubicle with you."

"Um???"

Hera's head was full of doubts, he just felt that he needed to leave here immediately, he didn't want to be with Myrtle, not at all!

He walked out of the bathroom quickly, and Dumbledore had disappeared into the corridor without a trace.

In this regard, Hera had no choice but to go back to the auditorium. He didn't want to search the castle at night. He believed that other professors must be better at this than him.

When we got back to the auditorium, all the candles were extinguished.The only light now came from the silver ghosts, who wandered about talking gravely to the prefects.The enchanted ceiling is as starry as the sky outside.Under such circumstances, and the auditorium was still full of whispers, Hera sighed heavily.

"Sure enough, this situation is really tricky!" Hera found a chair and sat down, sitting in the corner of the auditorium, in front of him were Gryffindor students.

His biggest worry at the moment is - how should he sleep in this environment?
With one hand resting on the back of the chair and his chin dragging, he was about to doze off.Although those prefects are still patrolling around.

"Hera, Hera!" A youthful voice sounded, and Hera didn't even need to open her eyes to know whose voice it was—Harry Potter, that stupid troublemaker, who would never learn what it means to behave by the rules.

"Huh? Harry," Hera murmured, yawning, seeing the Gryffindor Weasley prefect creeping between the sleeping bags.

"Did Black do what happened in the corridor?" Harry asked anxiously in a low voice. He turned sideways with his head pressed tightly against the pillow, very worried about being discovered by the inspecting prefects.

In fact, without knowing it was him, Hera just glanced lightly. With the faint moonlight, she could see the ears of the little wizards in the sleeping bags beside Harry pricked up. Obviously, they were also very interested in this matter.

"I have no way to answer this question right now, but I personally guess." Hera was silent for a while, recalling the terrible, cold voice heard in the corridor before, and unconsciously shivered, "My personal guess is that it shouldn't be Black who did it, but everything will have to wait until the professors have searched the entire castle. Before that, the truth will never be known."

"Professor Hera, do you know how he got in here?" Hermione got out of her sleeping bag and asked, leaning her upper body on her elbows. "It just so happens that we're not in the tower tonight."

"I guess he's been messing around because he's been on the run," said Ron. "It's Hallow's Eve. He wouldn't have broken in otherwise."

Hera understood what Ron meant, and Black's target was obvious—Harry, obviously because today was Halloween, and everyone was enjoying the banquet in the Great Hall, even though Harry and the others chose to attend Nick's Deathday party.

Hermione trembled when she heard Ron's words. She couldn't imagine what he would do if Black caught Harry.

"How did he get in?" A small head popped out of the sleeping bag that separated Harry. Hera couldn't see his face clearly, but before he could answer, in the other direction of him—a student from the Ravenclaw House replied, "Maybe he knows how to sneak, just emerge from thin air. You know."

"Probably came in with makeup on," said one of Hufflepuff's fifth graders.

"Or it flew in." Another Gryffindor student got up from his sleeping bag.

"Honestly, am I the only one who's bothered to read Hogwarts, A History?" Hermione said grimly to Harry and Ron.

"Probably," said Ron, "why?"

"Because the castle isn't just protected by walls, you know," said Hermione, "and it's got all sorts of enchantments to keep outsiders from sneaking in. Lightstealth won't let you in. And I'd like to see what kind of makeup can fool those dementors. These guys guard every entrance. If he flies in, they'll see it too, and Filch knows all the secret passages, and they seal them up."

"Okay, children, these are definitely not the things you should do now," Hera rubbed her temples with some headaches. Why did the originally quiet auditorium suddenly become so noisy?Is it because of his arrival?
"It's very late, you have class tomorrow, I don't want to hear any professor tell me that you are listless in class tomorrow. Get into your sleeping bag, and stop talking!"

Hera pressed Harry's head and stuffed his little head into the sleeping bag, "Trust Professor Dumbledore, he will definitely protect your safety."

Harry and the others returned to their sleeping bags, but it wasn't because of Hera's words, but because of Percy, he came here. He is a rule-abiding person, and he will strictly abide by the professor's words.

Hera was very speechless about this. They were actually afraid of that Weasley prefect surpassing themselves. Could it be that he was so insignificant among the students?

Percy didn't give Hera any face at all, he went straight to Hera.

"Professor Lestrange, it's already time to turn off the lights. I also ask you not to chat with the students, even though I know that you have always had a good relationship with them. However, they still have classes tomorrow."

　Chapter 1, I still have a bit of a headache today. The compound bow that was supposed to arrive today didn’t arrive. I rested in the archery for half an afternoon, and slept the rest of the time.It's really vomiting blood.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)