Back at the office, Hera lay on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, feeling unspeakable.

"As it true that I'm too weak?"

"Dumbledore can obviously solve it!"

“…”

Hera turned his head and stared at the forbidden forest through the window. He was shrouded in the night like a beast, trying to pounce on Hera.

"As expected..." Hera's eyes were dim, "It's just that I'm too weak."

Dumbledore's meaning is already very clear. Quirrell used it to sharpen Harry's stepping stone, which can be regarded as the last time he lets him play his spare heat.

It was a pity that Hera had thought of any way to separate Voldemort and Quirrell, but Dumbledore probably hadn't considered this plan at the beginning.

All he thought was to squeeze out the last bit of value of Qiluo.

For the sake of that damn prophecy, one kills the other with his own hands.

"well......"

Hera rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself up, leaving only a long sigh in the room.

Early the next morning, Hogwarts Auditorium.

Many young wizards were surprised to find a figure in the guest room who had been away for many days - Professor Quirrell, wrapped in a purple turban.

"Professor Quirrell is back!"

"Yes, I saw it."

"Professor Nahera..."

"No, is it necessary to exchange Professor Quirrell again? He is a disaster."

The students chattered and discussed, and the stuttering Kiro turned into a temporary star. Even Dumbledore deliberately turned sideways and smiled in the direction of Hera and Kiro.

"Hera...I'm very happy...the students like it...I like your lecture..." Kiro stuttered and said the scene to Hera, and Snape beside him sneered.

"Oh, I think so. Quirinas, you're just too lacking in confidence." Heramen ate the vegetable soup in front of him expressionlessly.

He really didn't know how to face Kiro now. He considered himself a shameless liar, but this was the first time he encountered this situation.

Everyone seemed to know Voldemort and Quirrell's plan, but everyone was cooperating with him to act.

Everything is a fairy tale made up, and the magic stone is just a mirror flower and water moon. Voldemort is destined to be unable to obtain it, and maybe he has been transferred back to the Gringott by Dumbledore.

Breakfast was spent amid discussion.

Hera went directly to the classroom of the Black Magic Defense. Kiro was destined to die. He didn't want to bother Kiro anymore, so he could enjoy his current life with peace of mind.

This is Hera's only kindness.

The little wizards chattering in the classroom could be heard even if Hera was in the corridor.

Pushing open the door and looking at the little wizard sitting in the seat, Hera habitually showed his bright smile.

bulingbuling ~

"Ah~! Professor Hera is so handsome~!" A little badger sighed like this. Hera saw that she was almost falling on her classmate's body, and couldn't help but cough and remind her.

"I'm glad to continue to meet everyone in this classroom." Hera walked onto the podium. Although it was not time for class, it didn't matter if he explained in advance the next class arrangement.

At least the moment the students saw Hera, they almost cheered.

When the students calmed down again, Hera whispered: "Professor Quirrell was unable to continue to take on teaching tasks in a short period of time due to physical reasons. It is very likely that I will take over this school year. Don't be too happy too early. Have you finished writing the papers of the Red Hat and the Bloodsucking Monster?"

"ah!?"

"No one didn't write it, right? No, no, right? I didn't write a paper just because I was a teaching assistant, right?"

Hera quipped at the student who was surprised just now, and easily joked with everyone.

Everything is still going on in an orderly manner.

until......

"Hera, let's go to the Forbidden Forest now." Qiluo's face was pale, his body was slightly shaking, and he could only hold on to the table and barely stop.

He had already dried up all the oil and was desperately needed unicorn blood to replenish his vitality.

Hera rubbed her temples and sighed and got up from the bed.

Hera also mentioned the unicorn matter with Professor Dumbledore, but Dumbledore's attitude was very ambiguous, as if there was no problem as long as the unicorn group deep in the Forbidden Forest was not slaughtered...

It is not a problem to sacrifice one or two to Kiro.

Even Dumbledore would take the initiative to leave Haiwei to avoid disturbing Kilow.

I was afraid that if I accidentally didn't let Quirrell drink unicorn blood, I would be killed by Voldemort...

"So, then let's go now." Hera checked his wand, found a hooded cloak and prepared to go out.

Opening the door, Kiro and Hera were embarrassed.

"Professor Hera..." Hermione held a thick book in her arms. Through the few words that were faintly exposed, Hera recognized that it was "Practical Defensive Magic and its Restraint on Black Magic" - although it was just an introductory book, it was too profound for the first-grade wizard.

"Sorry, Hermione, Professor Quirrell and I have something to go out. If you don't mind, you can wait for me in the office." Hera said a little apologetically.

He forgot what he had promised Hermione to answer the questions tonight.

Hermione nodded, said nothing, and entered the office with a thick book.

"Ha, it seems that everyone trusts you very much!" Qiluo smiled cramply. Why didn't such a little wizard come to him when he was teaching?

They all make trouble in his class, and they are of no use except to prevent him from coming to Taiwan.

Hera shrugged indifferently, "Who knows, maybe it's a look at the face."

"..." Qilu's eyes turned around Hera, and in the end he could only admit that Hera was indeed too handsome.

"Okay, let's go quickly. Your physical strength shouldn't last long, right?" Hera put on a hood, helped Qilu and himself put on a magical body spell, and quickly walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

The forbidden forest was pitch black, and there were stars in the south of the sky that were extremely shining.

"I don't know if we will meet the horseman, that's a slap." Hera muttered and complained. He didn't want to meet the horseman. Those guys were really naughty and said some messy astrological prophecies.

"Then kill them." Qiluo said gritting his teeth. His physical strength was approaching his limit. If he didn't absorb unicorn blood, he would probably die in minutes.

Hera walked through the bushes with light steps, complaining to the forbidden forest with Qilu beside him, trying to make the atmosphere easier.

But after he finished speaking, he found that Quirrell did not answer him.

“Qulinas?”

"Hera..." Qiluo fell to the ground and moaned, stretching his palm weakly towards Hera, as if he had reached his limit.
Chapter completed!