Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 73 King's Cross Station

Dumbledore didn't know whether the curse existed, but every year the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would eventually have unpredictable accidents, which really gave him a headache.

But obviously the biggest problem is that no one dares to come to Hogwarts to take the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts unless they want to die unexpectedly.

"Professor, before that." Hera suddenly thought of Dumbledore's refusal to let herself be a professor, so it seems.
I am still Dumbledore's favorite cub!
Otherwise, I am afraid that Dumbledore will directly take it over for a school year.
Dumbledore just smiled and didn't answer Hera, just turned around and continued walking forward.

Naturally, he couldn't tell Hera what was in his heart.

"Professor, wait for me." Hera tightened the cloak around her neck, and quickly followed Dumbledore.

Walking to the previous path, Dumbledore stopped and stretched out his arms as before.

"Okay, okay, I know." Hera complained, and then grabbed Dumbledore's forearm. After a while of pressure, Hera only shook slightly, but it was much better than before. "Professor, how about you give me the address and I'll Apparate after you?"

Dumbledore chuckled slightly, and asked unceremoniously, "Can you break Hogwarts' anti-Apparition spell?"

"Uh" Hera scratched her face, "Obviously not."

But Hera asked immediately, "Professor, why are we coming back now?"

Dumbledore raised his head, and the expression of disbelief could be vaguely seen on his face, "Hera, don't you need to prepare for a new life?"

Having said that, Dumbledore paused, and his tone became playful, "Miss Clearwater is really charming."

"Ahem." Hera coughed vigorously, interrupting Dumbledore's words. Who would have thought that Dumbledore would see it at that time?

"Don't make fun of me, it's all." Hera hesitated for a while, really making up an excuse.

But young and frivolous, young girl Huaichun?
Such words are too scumbag!

"Well, it's what you say." Hera gave up struggling, he couldn't hide it from the old man in front of him, and the kiss couldn't be explained clearly no matter how he looked at it.

"Okay, Hera, let's have a good rest when we get back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore patted Hera on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Tomorrow, I have to pick up the students, so don't be late."

"No problem, professor, don't worry, it will never happen." Hera nodded emphatically.

Dumbledore stood in the headmaster's office, gazing at the square in front of the castle through the large French windows.

After a long time, he sighed deeply, and looked back at Fox who was standing on the desk, "Fox, take a look at Hera, he doesn't seem to be up yet."

With a cry, Fox rolled over on the spot and disappeared into the principal's office.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall in the square looked up from time to time at the pointer on the tower, and the agreed time had passed, but Hera hadn't been seen yet.

"Hera, if you let me see you, I will let you." Professor McGonagall gritted her teeth and said, but just halfway through, a spark flashed in front of her eyes, and a prostitute appeared in front of her.

"Ah!" Hera rubbed her nose and sneezed heavily, shivering from the cold, rubbing her shoulders tightly.

"What is that stupid phoenix doing again!!!" Hera turned her head to look around for Fox, but the phoenix couldn't find it, but an angry 'cat' saw it.

"Hera!!!" Professor McGonagall's anger was almost turned into substance, as if a dark field had enveloped Hera. Even the cold outside could not compare to the fright at the moment.

"Professor McGonagall, you. Don't worry!!!" Hera frantically took out a cloak from the small pocket and put it on. As a miser, his small pocket with the traceless expansion spell was always tied to his wrist—once there was a change, he could immediately take all his belongings and run away.

"Explain!" Professor McGonagall turned his head and waited for Hera to put on the cloak before angrily shouting at Hera.

Hera adjusted the cloak and wrapped it tightly around her neck to keep the cold wind from blowing in.

"Ahem, I actually have a cold." Hera tried her best to control her nasal cavity, and then said as loudly as possible.

Professor McGonagall heard that Hera's voice was indeed a little hoarse, so she didn't pursue it further, but walked towards Hogsmeade quickly with a straight face.

After Hera followed Dumbledore back to Hogwarts last night, she went straight to bed and was roasted by the warm fireplace all night. After getting up, she didn't even drink a sip of water, her voice was naturally hoarse.

Standing in front of the window of the headmaster's office, Dumbledore looked at the two figures on the path leading to Hogsmeade from the castle, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Fox, well done!" Dumbledore praised softly, Fawkes was still combing its feathers back, and only groaned in response to Dumbledore.

"Professor McGonagall, I don't feel well. Why don't you work hard today?" Hera wrapped her cloak tightly and complained slowly behind Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly, and Hera almost ran into her.

Her face was like frost, and the falling snowflakes were not as cold as her face.

"I'm sure Professor Snape would be happy to make you a potion of cold potion."

"Oh no, no, no, instead of bothering Professor Snape, let me continue to work despite my illness." Hera puffed out her chest, with an expression of resignation to death.

However. In fact, he was just asked to accompany Professor McGonagall to pick up the little wizard at King's Cross Station.

"Well, then follow along, we are going to prepare for Apparation." Professor McGonagall pulled out his wand and said rigorously, "Remember the location clearly, platform 9 and three-quarters, not platform 9 and three-quarters in the Muggle world."

"I see, Professor." Hera drooped her head and said weakly.

He had a strange sense of danger in his heart, as if he would definitely encounter some life-and-death danger when he went to the station.

As long as Professor McGonagall is with you, there shouldn't be any problems anyway, right?
After all, he is also one of the best transfiguration masters in the magic world, and he is not a complete waste like Lockhart, how could he not even have a chance to defend himself?
I believe that Professor McGonagall can save himself.

After a familiar sense of oppression, Hera appeared at King's Cross Station, just about to sigh that it was much more comfortable than Dumbledore's, when she suddenly met a light blue pupil.

Hera finally knew what he had been worrying about all along!

(End of this chapter)