Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 79 Referee Snape debuts!

To ask Snape to protect Harry! ?
This is simply ridiculous!
But I don't know what reason Dumbledore used to persuade Snape, no matter how disgusted Snape was, he was still protecting Harry in the end.

Thinking of Dumbledore's words before, and even telling herself the 'secret', Hera felt that she really should have more trust in Snape, old Deng was so thorough! ! !

Even the matter between him and Grindelwald, he directly showed it to himself, presumably he has great trust in himself! ?
Thinking of this, Hera raised her hand and dropped it on Harry's head, ruffling his messy black hair even more.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about Professor Snape. He just looks a little fierce, has a bad temper, and doesn't treat Gryffindor that well. Besides, he's still a pretty competent teacher."

Harry gave a wry smile and didn't respond to Hera.

Hera also felt that his words seemed unconvincing, but he still tried his best to say so. He couldn't tell Harry that Professor Dumbledore used his love history to ensure Snape's reliability! ?
"Professor, let's go to the auditorium for dinner first." Ron's nose was a little dirty, he tugged Harry's sleeves, and said to Hera with his head down.

"Go, go." Hera let go of her hand, patted Harry on the shoulder, and told him to go to lunch quickly.

"Professor, I have one last question." Harry raised his head on tiptoes and asked again.

"Huh? What's the problem?" Hera raised her eyebrows and readily agreed.

"I've always had a horrible feeling that Snape could read other people's minds."

"." Hera didn't know whether she should applaud Harry. As a master of Occlumency, Snape was obviously very good at Legilimency. Harry's feeling was not wrong.

Maybe, Snape used Legilimency indiscriminately when he was free, anyway, as long as he wasn't caught, he was really discovered, and there was Dumbledore!

"Okay, you're going to call him Professor Snape. You feel this way because you're too scared of him. Don't think too much. Let's work hard for the Quidditch match tomorrow!" Hera patted Harry on the back and pushed them towards the door.

The three little wizards walked towards the auditorium, and Ron muttered, "I'm sure Professor Hera must know something."

"But he won't tell us." Harry said gloomily, apparently Hera's mouth was not as loose as Hagrid's, and she could make out words casually.

"Perhaps we should follow Professor Hera's advice." Holding the textbook in her hands, Hermione said hesitantly, "After all, the thing hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor belongs to Dumbledore. Dumbledore will definitely protect that thing, right?"

"Maybe." Harry didn't rush to answer Hermione's words, all he was worried about was the upcoming Quidditch match.

Hera finished packing up the textbooks in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and then returned to her office in a hurry. It is obviously not a wise choice to go to the auditorium to eat now. The noisy auditorium in life really gives Hera some headaches.

Anyway, there's Cowper, trusting it to take care of everything.

It wasn't until the next afternoon, when the Quidditch match was about to start, that Hera walked slowly towards the Quidditch field, and sat directly next to Professor McGonagall. Hera lowered her head and glanced at the teacher's seat. Quirrell was sitting near the aisle, and Hera had some bad premonitions in her heart.

Quirrell, you shouldn't be making trouble today, right?
After all, Snape has personally played the referee, if Quirrell still wants to make trouble, he is afraid that he will be caught by Snape, get all the stolen goods, and kill him on the spot.
Well, this might be a little unrealistic.

After all, he was a mighty Dark Lord anyway, so how could he be defeated so easily?
I can only hope that Quirrell will not make another shot today.

Otherwise, Dumbledore's "savior training plan" may be really difficult to carry on.

After all, you cast a spell in public, so we can't keep pretending we didn't see it, can we?
This is too fake.

"Hera, what do you think of today's game?" Professor McGonagall asked excitedly, as if he had turned into a Quidditch fan.

"I hope Harry can hold on to his broom firmly." Hera replied subconsciously, but the moment the words came out, she immediately realized something was wrong, and quickly changed her words, "I mean, I hope there will be no more accidents this time, it is really too dangerous."

"Oh." Professor McGonagall nodded with a stern face, the previous excitement was gone, and his eyes were fixed on Harry who had just entered the arena.

Suddenly a silver-white beard appeared in Hera's peripheral vision, Hera's eyelids twitched, and he murmured, "Why is that old bee from Dumbledore here? Is he also worried that Quirrell will do something out of line?"

"Professor Dumbledore, are you here too?" Professor McGonagall got up and walked towards Dumbledore, and rarely greeted Dumbledore with a pleasant face.

"Oh, Minerva, you know, I've always liked Quidditch." Dumbledore laughed, then lowered his voice and asked in front of Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, a small bet is a bet."

"Huh?" Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, and looked at the old man in front of him quite differently, "How do you know?"

"The Irish Goblin is already waiting for you at the Pig's Head Bar. This World Championship, are you opening?" Dumbledore leaned back on his chair, applauded the two teams, and casually said to Professor McGonagall pretending not to care.

Professor McGonagall's face changed again and again, and his palms were tightly clenched.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hera, who came a little later, found that Professor McGonagall was in a strange state, but she hadn't heard the conversation between her and Professor Dumbledore before.

Something that can make Professor McGonagall look so serious.
It's just too much!

As small as students chasing and fighting in the corridor, as big as Peeves playing tricks on students, everything that violates the rules will make Professor McGonagall's expression so serious.

"Ah?" Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, glanced at Hera, and only said "I have to leave beforehand", and she left in a hurry without even paying too much attention to the two academy teams on the field.

"Professor, who is Professor McGonagall?" Hera looked at Professor McGonagall who left in a panic. She had never seen Professor McGonagall lose her composure. What could make her so flustered?

"Maybe it's her little secret?" Dumbledore said casually.

Hera sat beside Dumbledore, looked at the two academy teams flying up, and said boredly: "Okay, okay, it's a secret again."

(End of this chapter)