Hera sat on the edge of the bed with a pale face, parchment slipping from his hands, and he didn't know how to describe his mood.

Even though he had some speculation early on, when he really saw this fact, his heart still couldn't help but tremble violently.

In order to maintain the purity of the bloodline of the Gunter family, they have been married for generations. Except for Merop Gonte, her name was heavily cut off. Hera tried hard to identify it, and only then could he barely tell that the name above was a woman.

Thinking of Voldemort's identity, I think that's Voldemort's mother.

"Maybe, I'm just a descendant of another child of Melop." Hera comforted himself. Although he had never heard of Voldemort having brothers, maybe he was a squin?

Then I happened to fall in love with the squib of the Lestrang family, so I had the surname of Lestrang. It was just that I was just adopted by Bella.

"It must be like this, it must be like this." Hera murmured. It took about ten minutes before his mood calmed down. He picked up the parchment that fell on the ground and rolled it back into the message tube, hiding it in the deepest part of the drawer.

Hera was a little dazed. In the end, if it weren't for the bell of the castle, he would have forgotten that he would have had morning class.

Hurryingly changing into a new cloak, Hera hurried towards the classroom. Fortunately, they were all on the third floor, and he entered the classroom with the bell of class.

The little wizards were already waiting in the classroom, staring at Hera tightly.

"Take out your respective "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide". I don't know what Professor Lockhart had done before, so I will continue to talk about the place where I finished last school year." Hera wanted to pick up a textbook to show the students, but found that the tables were filled with Lockhart's autobiography. Lockhart's photos were still showing a bright smile and her big white teeth were shining.

"You won't all just bring Professor Lockhart's 'writing', right?" Hera covered her forehead.

The students nodded in unison, and they... did only bring the previous textbooks, which obviously was not a suitable textbook.

"Today's homework is to organize the content of my class into a paper that is no less than one foot and five inches." Hera said lightly. It was quite simple to deal with this situation.

"Okay, let's start." Hera turned around and picked up the chalk and wrote a few words on the blackboard. "First let's recall what we learned last year. What are the types of monsters - Harry?"

Hera saw Hermione at a glance among the heads of the little carrots, but he knew that Hermione must have known the answer, so he nodded Harry, who was sitting next to her and almost buried his head in.

Hera looked at Harry, it seemed that Harry was also the question answered by him at this time last year?

"The types of monsters... are divided into...uh..." Harry stood up and hesitated and couldn't answer.

Hera sighed and frowned and said, "Miss Granger, please answer."

"Trolls are divided into forest monsters and mountain monsters... and their living habits are... Professor, you mentioned it specifically last year..." Hermione stood up and said in a silence for three or five minutes. Harry next to him was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth.

Hera waved her hand with satisfaction and gave her five points to Gryffindor.

"Damn it, how did she write it down?" Ron whispered to Harry, but obviously he didn't control the volume well, and many people heard it.

"Obviously Miss Granger knows how to learn, and regular review plans will help you better master the knowledge." Hera gently tapped the blackboard, and the classroom calmed down again.

"Okay, Harry, the next question, what should Boggart do in the face of?" Hera believes that Harry will never forget this question. Last year's memory is so deep that he will never forget it.

"Uh--- funny?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Hera could only wave his hand helplessly, "Okay, you're right to say that, but obviously your answer is not comprehensive."

Harry covered his face and lowered his head embarrassedly, his face blushed.

"You sit down first, let's continue to review the knowledge of the previous school year. I hope you know more than Harry." Hera sighed, turned around and wrote the words Bogt on the blackboard, and gently tapped his fingers on the blackboard.

"Bogt is a transformed creature that will see through your heart and become what you fear the most..."

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Finally, the semester was over, and the silence as thick as snow on the ground enveloped the entire castle. There were not many students who chose to stay in the castle for Christmas, which also made the professors breathe a sigh of relief.

Apart from Professor Snape, he was furious, and the snakeskin of the African tree in his private collection was lost,

The secret room was quiet, and the attack did not happen again. The students began to relax. They entered and exited the castle casually. They were happily playing snowballs outside. The snowballs were magically chasing the students and flying everywhere, making them laugh.

Among them, several children of the Weasley family chose to stay in Hogwarts, which made Hager very worried that his twin brothers would continue to try to break into the Forbidden Forest.

Christmas dawn has arrived, the weather is cold and white everywhere. Early in the morning, Hera was awakened by the owls outside the window, and they kept scratching the glass with their paws, making annoying and harsh screams.

"Does it take to get up?" Hera rubbed his hair, covering his eyes with one hand to block the light, and pulled the curtains with the other hand.

The sun rose to the top of his head, and Heracaoshan rose from the bed. He stretched and wrapped himself tightly with a quilt, then opened the window.

The owls were almost frozen, and they flew into the room in a row, then fell to the ground with thick snow.

"Why do I feel like this scene seems familiar?" Hera frowned, but he moved faster - he untied the gift and threw the owl along the window like he threw garbage.

"Owls can fly, you must be fine... right?" Hera looked at an owl as if frozen, because when he threw it out, its wings did not spread open. It really fell into the snow like garbage.

"It should be fine..." Hera murmured, he piled the gifts in the corner of the bedroom and was not in a hurry to dismantle them.

He planned to study "Hogwarts, a School History". He has read it several times during this period, but he still has not found any valuable clues.

It was just a few words written on it: Slytherin's disagreement with others became increasingly greater, so a few years after Hogwarts' founding, Salazar Slytherin built a secret room in the school and left a passage before leaving the school:
Chapter completed!