Dumbledore seemed to ask himself to go to him after dinner?

It seems that this is happening...

Then what should I say?

Tell the truth?

Tell him directly that there is a Voldemort on the back of Qilo's head?

Will Dumbledore believe in himself?

Don’t wait for a longer time to fill Harry’s favorability and tell Dumbledore?

Kiro, you say something~!

Give me an idea!

Hera winked at Kiro, but Kiro looked upright and pretended not to see Hera's eyes at all.

"Let's sing school songs together before everyone goes to bed!" Dumbledore said a little louder.

The smiles of Hera and several other faculty members in the guest seat froze instantly.

That... damn... never on the tune... as you please... school song?

Although we all know that he has contract magic,... can't we write a song for it?

Hera turned his head and looked at the professors beside him, and then took advantage of their inattention and directly slipped the shovel...

Uh, listen with an ear plug.

Then, he quickly recited the lyrics floating in the air as if he was afraid of forgetting the next second as he recited the text.

It was not until Dumbledore sat down that Hera waved his hand and touched the spell on his ear.

Students from the four academy followed their predecessors back to their respective lounges. Several professors next to him said hello to Hera and left in a hurry. They also had to check again the content of tomorrow's class.

Only Snape snorted coldly at Dumbledore, then turned around and left without even looking at Hera.

The rolling cloak was like a black wave, but Hera felt more like Snape's long greasy hair.

Only Dumbledore and Hera were left in the hall. Hera was also a little nervous, leaned on the chair and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with Professor Snape? Is his cauldron exploded? Why is he so bad? Are you anxious?"

"Oh, you know, Snape's temper has never been very good." Dumbledore blinked, "Hera, it's really nice to see you at Hogwarts. I've promised Quirinas about what happened before, so I can only refuse you."

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore, don't say that. Quirinas and I are good friends. After I learned that it was Quirinas, I sincerely happy for him." Hera said humbly.

Anyway, the salary was given to me, and that guy Qiluo only took a fraction of 20 Jin Jialong, so of course I was sincerely happy!

"Hera, I think you want to say something to me, right?" Dumbledore said with a smile with a ray of wisdom in his blue pupils.

"Uh...is there any?" Hera was stunned. Did Dumbledore find something?

"No?"

"Yes! I have a lot to say to you." Hera nodded, Dumbledore's meaning was very obvious!

It's just 'I don't want you to think, I want me to think!', I dare to say no?

It’s impossible for two people to keep saying “having something?” “having nothing?” so repeated for seven hours, right?

This is not a performance art. Dumbledore will also know "Avada" if he is forced to force him.

"Then why not put this cute little guy back into the room first. I will wait for you in the principal's room. The password is jelly slug." Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Hera was stunned on the password, jelly slug?

Isn't that a slug?

Dumbledore is having a disgusting time here?

I can tell you everything, and I also disgusted him. Let him see what kind of person the professor of the "selected" black magic defense class is!

Hurt each other!

Who can't?

Hera didn't bother to send Garon back to the room, and directly followed Dumbledore, who had not completely disappeared from sight.

.............

After supper, the principal indoor.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples and looked at Hera in surprise. His expression was like saying "What did you say? Are you teasing me?"

"Professor, please believe me. I really saw the Dark Lord on the back of Qilu's head." Hera emphasized again.

I have to say that looking at Dumbledore's expression is so cool!

Old fox, do you have a misunderstanding?

Let you choose that guy Quirinas, hum!

"Oh, Hera, I don't believe you." Dumbledore sighed heavily, "This news is so shocking, I need some time."

Hera picked up the snacks on the table and ate them. He knew that Dumbledore needed time to accept this fact.

Gallon was placed casually on the ground by him, and after a moment of inattention, he had a fight with the phoenix.

From time to time, he stretched out his claws and pulled the phoenix.

But even if Hera saw it, she would only feel a little relieved in her heart, "Yes, that's it, Garon! Take off a few tail feathers! I'll sell you for extra meals!"

However, I didn't get the tail feather, so I ate several small fireballs, and Garon's body was white and black.

"Hera..." Dumbledore said, "To be honest, I had worried that Voldemort would invade Hogwarts to seize the Philosopher's Stone, but possessed him... Maybe we should carefully consider how to peel Voldemort off him."

"Yeah." Hera nodded. This guy, Qiluo, cannot die. He is dead. Who should I ask for his own Gallon?

"I'm glad you can tell me these things, Hera, your talents are really beyond my imagination. Sure enough, my judgment was not wrong at the beginning."

Hera secretly curled his lips. He didn't believe Dumbledore's words. Is this nonsense?

If I really think Hera is powerful, why didn’t he want Hera to be a professor of black magic defense before?

"Oh, Hera, the night is so beautiful tonight." Dumbledore leaned back and slowly spit out these words.

Obviously, Dumbledore was not confessing.

He just felt that Hera should leave.

Hera obviously understood Dumbledore's meaning and nodded, "It's getting late, I'll leave first. It's a pleasant chat with you. I hope my insignificant information can help you."

With Dumbledore's permission, Hera picked up Gallon, who was having fun with Phoenix, and left the principal's office directly.

"Hera, protect yourself." Dumbledore hid in the shadows, unable to see his expression clearly.

Hera smiled and nodded heavily, "Don't worry, professor."

After leaving the principal's office, Hera breathed a long sigh of relief. As expected, the White Demon King was not easy to fool, and he didn't know how much he believed it.

No matter what, at least I am a person from Dumbledore.

At this time, only the fence-bearing grass can survive, and Hera does not want his followers to die on the side of the Dark Demon King or the White Demon King.

Isn’t it good to make a fortune in silence?
Chapter completed!