"Guess what?"

Kiro pursed his lips. If he hadn't seen the blood vessels on the back of his hand burst, Hera would have wanted to give him another crosstalk.

"Okay, actually, after opening the door, there was a three-headed dog inside, covered in gray, with three big heads. His eyes were fierce and terrible, and his mouth was full of big yellow teeth, and he seemed to be careless."

Hera looked at Kiro's speechless expression and disappeared from the good mood he had just now, and quickly and briefly described Lu Wei's appearance.

"Then can you beat me?" Kilo asked, holding his chin and thinking for a while.

Hera shook his head, "That should be Hager's pet. You should know that he has always liked those horrible pets. I believe that the level of danger of three-headed dogs is definitely not lower than that of a fire dragon, especially in a closed room."

“…”

Quirrell stood up and paced back and forth in the office with his head down. Hera did not have the desire to think with Quirrell. He naturally knew Lu Wei's weakness - as long as he was given a little music to it, it would fall asleep soon.

This was when Hera sold the Eagle-Headed and Horse-Winged Beast to Hager two years ago. Hara forced Hera to drink at the Pig Head Bar. Hara let it go and told him.

But even though Hera knew the answer, he did not intend to tell Quirrell directly - this is what Dumbledore meant.

Success is too easy to make people doubt, and appropriate difficulty makes the trap easier to succeed.

When Kiro heard the sound of the door closing, he was stunned for a moment, then left the office with a chuckle.

"Hera must have been very tired today. If she wants to run out of the three-headed dog, she should have been useless!?"

Quirrell's care was obviously wasted...

Hera, the anti-bone boy, has never been to the fourth floor at all, and has never experienced the dangers that Quirrell imagined. The only thing he experienced was probably the unlucky monster.

But now it has turned into ash, and no one will worry about its condition.

Apart from......

Quirot.

He probably has to find another monster.

But this is Quirrell's trouble. Neither Hera nor Dumbledore will take the initiative to take on this responsibility.

When Hera got up the next day, she had completely forgotten about the trolls. Anyway, the past is not needed to be considered by herself. Today is another wonderful day!

Just the moment he pushed open the office door, Hera saw a brown figure squatting in the corridor.

"Miss Granger?" Hera asked tentatively. In his memory, the only little wizard with brown hair and hair should be Hermione Granger.

The little girl who hid alone in the bathroom yesterday and cried secretly.

"Professor Hera, thank you for what happened last night." Hermione stood up from the ground with her sleepy eyes and bowed deeply to Hera.

Hera scratched her hair and recalled what happened last night with a little embarrassment. Sure enough, did she still reveal herself?

No, I was definitely exposed.

"Miss Granger, come in and talk."

Hera lowered his voice and turned his head to look at the corridor, confirming that no one was passing by.

If you see it by a student or professor, you may even pass it on to what you want, then your innocence is...

"Hermione... Can I call you that?" He snapped his fingers and asked Cooper to send him a cup of hot milk. Hera probably hadn't had breakfast yet. She might have come to the office door to wait for her as soon as the common room opened.

"Drink some milk first?"

"Okay, thank you professor." Hermione put down her schoolbag, held the warm milk in front of her in her hands and sipped in small sips.

Hera was thinking about Hermione's purpose in her heart. As the only person who knew that she appeared in the bathroom last night, Hermione would definitely not be simply thanking her.

What would you do if you switched yourself to Hermione's position?

Hera is good at thinking from the perspective of others and is very clear about what she will do in the face of Hermione’s situation!

Handle = blackmail! Blackmail!

"Tell me, how much can I solve it." Hera closed her eyes, as if she was ready to be slaughtered hard. As long as Hermione's request was not so excessive, she would not be able to grit her teeth and grit her teeth.

But if she kept threatening herself with this, even if Dumbledore was at Hogwarts, she would have to take action.

Anyway, Dumbledore would not really chase him.

But if Voldemort knew about his rebellious behavior...

Hera can book a cemetery for himself directly.

Now Hera is like a grasshopper on a thread.

If you don’t clamp your tails and become a human being, you will probably turn into a slag at the first moment when the Black and White Demon King starts the war.

"Oh..." Hera couldn't help but hug him. It was really hard for him.

Really, I'm crying!

Hera waited for several seconds but didn't hear Hermione's offer, and opened her eyes in a little surprise.

Hermione's small mouth was slightly opened, and her lips were still stained with milk foam. She seemed to be shocked by Hera's words.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione held the glass and looked at Hera with curiosity.

Hera's mouth was drawn into an ugly curve, and he had already arrived in my office. Do you still have to pretend to be stupid?

Why are the little wizards now becoming more and more sophisticated?

Everyone knows that they will not leave the talk.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Hera breathed a sigh of relief and repeated again.

Hermione was stunned and put down her cup, and the foam of milk was still hanging on her mouth.

"I want to learn from you."

Hermione’s request was too much!!!

This is the only thought in his mind at this moment.

Do you actually want to treat yourself as a long-term meal ticket?

Holding his student's name, then reaching out to ask for Jin Jialong at himself?

From this perspective, Hermione Granger is really a shrewd little wizard.

Sure enough, she should come to Slytherin.

"Yes!" Hera gritted his teeth and agreed.

Hermione showed a bright smile, completely missing her previous blank look, and she was so happy that she almost threw herself into Hera's arms.

"real?"

"..." Herra reached out and held Hermione firmly on the chair, and said expressionlessly: "Then you won't tell me what happened last night, are you?"

"Ah? What?"

Hermione looked up at Hera in confusion, not understanding what Hera meant at all.

"Very good, that's it." Herra reached out and patted Hermione's brown curly hair, and her heart finally let go.

It looks quite smart too!

"Then... teacher?"

"Yeah." Hera nodded.

Hermione got up from the chair and nodded to Hera. A little moon could almost hang on the corner of her mouth, "Then I'll go to class first?"
Chapter completed!