"I understand! I understand!"

Hera supported himself and saw Snape glaring at him with his wand. This time, Snape removed Mo Wrinkles without waiting for Hera to resist.

"What's going on?" he asked staring at Hera.

"I know how to deal with God-taking thoughts!" Hera gasped, "I just caught that feeling..."

"Is that?" Snape asked sternly.

Hera did not answer immediately. He rubbed his forehead, still savoring the dazzling epiphany at that moment...

"Yes, I think I know." Hera raised his head and nodded firmly.

"Then let's continue." Snape raised his wand again, not intending to give Hera too much breathing.

......

......

By the time Snape allowed Hera to leave, Hera was unable to sit on the ground, his cloak full of sweat.

"I have to say that you are one of the best students I have ever met, willpower." Snape put away his wand and threw Hera a towel from the room next to him.

"Wipe the sweat on your face and don't lose Slytherin's elegance."

"Yes, professor." Hera pulled out a smile in front of him. Although Hera was repeatedly thought of being taken by God, Snape was still casting God-taking thoughts on him.

Continuously and repeatedly casting the God-taking thoughts to read the emotions and memories in other people's minds, even Dumbledore or Voldemort would have to spend a lot of energy, let alone Snape?

Hera, who had no strength, had to put the towel on his seat and bowed slightly to Snape.

However, it seemed that because he was too physically overdrawn, he almost fell to the ground. Snape quickly reached out to note that Hera who almost fell down.

"Be careful." Snape said coldly, as if he was not used to speaking like this.

"Thank you, professor."

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want others to misunderstand." Snape looked at Hera's expression of gratitude and let go of his hand coldly. Fortunately, Hera's physical strength has recovered a little, and he did not fall directly.

"Yeah." Hera nodded, turned around and walked back towards the door. When he opened the door, Hera looked back at Snape, and he stood on the table with his hands, looking indescribable lonely.

Hera threw the messy thoughts aside and gently brought them to the door, spreading him a painful message.

He wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, but he really couldn't wait for the meal to start.

But Hera soon realized a problem... Where is the kitchen?

He doesn't know!!!

After walking around the hall for a long time, he couldn't figure out where the kitchen was, but he saw a familiar little man.

"Professor Hera!" Harry waved at Hera excitedly and ran over with several thick books.

There was also a tall and thin child beside him, and his red hair betrayed his identity.

Oh, another Weasley.

Hera resisted the feeling of weakness coming from her body and greeted Harry, "Harry, how was the first day of school?"

"Oh, it feels really amazing!" Harry opened his mouth exaggeratedly, as if his mouth was wide open, it was enough to express his inner surprise.

"Hello professor." The Weasley boy next to him was slowly greeting Hera.

Herazhou frowned. He didn't want to have anything to do with the Weasley family. They were all guys with brain problems.

Relying on many siblings, they formed gangs in school...

Do something they thought was right—bullying the poor student of Slytherin.

"Is this?" Hera's lips squeezed a reluctant smile.

"Oh, professor, this is Ron, Ron Weasley." Harry pulled his little friend to introduce his new friend to Hera with joy, and did not notice how reluctant Hera smiled.

"Well... Weasley... When I was still in school, I was very 'taken by Bill and Charlie!" Hera said gritting his teeth.

Ron's face showed an expression of interest, but Hera had no intention of saying more.

At this time, Harry finally noticed Hera's pale lips, bloodless face, and his somewhat unstable and shaking body.

"Hera, why...is it a scabies potion..." Harry said worriedly by holding Hera's arm.

"It's okay, I'm just learning some knowledge with Professor Snape." Hera waved his hand and signaled that he wouldn't be able to stand and be supported.

"Professor Snape seems to hate me very much." Harry complained directly to Hera.

"Ah haha, don't take it too seriously." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder and shrugged, "It's not your fault, Harry, because Snape has hardly liked any students."

"But he really seems to hate me."

"Nonsense!" Hera rubbed Harry's hair, his already messy black hair, became even more unruly, "Why did he hate you?"

Harry looked suspicious, but when he saw Hera's appearance, he still held back and said nothing.

"Okay, kids, go to class." Hera clapped his hands, "You should have one more class to attend."

Ron nodded, pulled Harry's sleeve and left. However, Harry still looked like he wanted to speak but stopped and looked back at Hera.

Hera blinked at Harry, gasped and slowly continued to search for the entrance to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Hera gave up.

Sitting on the stone porch in the foyer, Hera looked at the forbidden forest outside, and under the background of the night, like a brutal beast, just like Hogwarts showing its minions.

For Hera, it was not just a forbidden forest, it was simply a treasure pot. It was by selling the materials of the forbidden forest that he barely survived several economic crises in his past life.

"Oh, next time you must ask where Dumbledore's kitchen is!"

Hera sighed and casually looked at the strokes in the stone gallery.

A painting of a silver bowl full of fruits, looking at the green pear on it, Hera felt some liquid secretion in her mouth.

It's saliva.

I couldn't help but reach out and stroke the big pear on it.

Then......

Everything was in Hera's exaggerated mouth, and the pears squirmed and giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green door handle.

Hera hesitated for a moment, grabbed it and opened the door.

Inside is a dark staircase.

He took out his wand carefully, and Hera sideways and tests carefully towards the front.

After descending the steps, it was a room with a high ceiling, almost as large as the auditorium. There were many glittering copper pots and copper basins piled beside the stone walls around it, and there was a large brick fireplace on the other end of the room.
Chapter completed!