However, as long as Dumbledore spoke, Hera would never let go of any complaints. After all, he was just greedy for money. If his life was gone, why would he want Jin Jialong?

Buy a cemetery?

"Hera, let's put the meditation basin here. If the password changes, I will let Fox tell you." Dumbledore said slowly, "After all, Voldemort is there, and it's hard to explain if you take the meditation basin back."

"Uh..." Can Hera say that he hadn't thought so much?

What he actually thought was to take the meditation basin on the black market, and then take Jin Jialong across the ocean and go directly to the Americas to be a rich man. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?

Who cares about his black and white devil?

"Hera, you have to know your situation." Dumbledore's pupils were firm, and his voice was not as easy-going as before.

Hera looked down at the meditation basin, looked up at Dumbledore, and finally made up his mind to put the meditation basin on the table, making a clanging sound.

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Hera gritted his teeth. There was no way. It was normal for Dumbledore to distrust him if he had let himself be trapped between good and evil.

After all, I am the surname Lesterlanch. If Hera changes to Dumbledore's position, it will probably be difficult for him to trust him.

Besides, Hera felt a little ashamed. After all, she really wanted to run away before...

"Okay, Hera, I believe Quirinas needs you very much now, don't forget to find Severus." Dumbledore issued a cold order to expel the guest, leaning on his chair and slid his eyelids.

"As you wish, professor." Hera bowed slightly, took a few steps and turned away.

In the corridor, Hera was not in a hurry to find Kiro, anyway, that guy's class was a joke.

While wandering around, Hera slipped into the underground classroom.

Although Snape didn't know why he hated Hera very much, Hera always wanted to get in touch with him. After all, as the leading potion master in the magic world, he was simply a money printing machine.

If he could take over his potion business from Snape, he would probably make a lot of money.

Besides, Dumbledore also specifically emphasized that Hera had to learn brain closure with Snape, and Hera also felt that it was necessary to put it on the agenda, even more important than black magic.

Learning black magic is just to retain the power of a battle, but if you can stop fighting, you will still not fight.

Only by being harmonious can one make money - Hera firmly believes.

While no one came, Hera found a corner and sat down. Although he didn't know which grade the next class would be,... he was not here to attend the class.

Even though there were glass jars along the wall in the classroom, the animal specimens soaked inside were trembling.

Hera still fell asleep on the table.

There is no way, and he gets sleepy as soon as he arrives in the classroom. This is a habit that Hera has appeared inexplicably since he went to school.

Soon, a little wizard came to the classroom. He only looked at Hera who was lying in the back row, but no one dared to disturb him.

When the class time was up, Snape stepped on the point and pushed open the classroom door, making a clang, which scared everyone, including Hera, of course.

"Who?" Hera reflexively made a cold war, quickly took out his wand from his pocket, and looked around carefully.

But the scene in front of me seemed a bit awkward...

"Professor Snape...I..."

Snape's face was pressed against Hera's eyes, and the corner of his mouth was a perfect mockery.

"Hmph!" Snape snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the podium. The deep black robe rolled like waves, and the already cold underground classroom was even more terrifying at this moment.

"The uninvited guest who received the invitation." Snape couldn't help but curse in a low voice as he stood on the podium, his eyes swept over Hera.

But I quickly picked up the roster again, obviously not trying to waste everyone's time.

Hera also put away his wand in disappointment. Since Snape did not refuse directly, there should be room for maneuver.

Snape called out the name in order, but just clicked on Harry's name and stopped.

"Oh, who," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival...a famous figure."

Hera hadn't noticed the students in the classroom before, and when he heard Harry's name, he subconsciously found Harry's figure.

Harry sat in the first row and looked passionate about studying.

Hera squinted his eyes and turned back and forth between Harry and Snape, not sure what kind of conflicts had Harry and Snape formed.

But calculating the age, Snape should be close to menopause, so it is normal for him to have a more irritable temper.

Snape paused slightly, then continued to recite the roster. After clicking the name, he looked up at the whole class. His eyes were as black as black beetles, and there was no trace of warmth in the middle.

His eyes were cold and empty, and only reminded people of two dark tunnels.

But Hera couldn't even get such a cold look, and Hera could clearly feel that Snape's gaze was not staying on him at all.

It seems like I am a piece of garbage in the corner...

This feeling is so bad!

"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of this potion configuration." He spoke in a cold tone, speaking almost a little higher than his whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said clearly.

Sure enough, the little wizard's breathing was so scared that he calmed down a lot.

Snape seemed to have a deterrent force that could make the classroom orderly without any effort.

"There is no foolish waving the wand here."

When he said this, Snape's eyes were frozen on Hera, and the little wizards' eyes also on Hera.

"Ahem." Hera coughed slightly in embarrassment, tilted his head and looked at the animal specimens in the bottles and jars next to him, assuming it had nothing to do with him.

"Since there is no stupid swing of the wand here, many of you don't believe it's magic."

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the white smoke coming out of the simmering pot with white smoke."

Snape's eyes fell on Hera's expression again, as if he was sure that Hera could not understand it.

Hera also nodded silently. He really couldn't understand it. He even did not achieve the "o" score in the fifth grade, and directly lost the opportunity to continue studying with Snape.

"You won't really understand the magical magic that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people feel scattered and confused..." Snape continued, but his expression was like a pilgrimage, which made people convinced - they just had no talent.

Hera never suspected that Snape's lover was a potion. After all, as Snape looked, no one would like him.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, make glory, and even stop death-but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often meet."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the whole class was silent, but Hera curled his lips from an invisible angle.
Chapter completed!