Hera swore that he just made Marcus Flint vomit slugs for about two hours in a row. For some reason, Marcus walked around the whole process when he met Hera. Even if he was taking the black magic defense class now, Marcus was sitting at the end of the classroom and the place closest to the door.

It seemed like he accidentally left some shadow on him...

But Hera didn't care. Alisa seemed to hate this younger brother too. When she saw Marcus spitting out slugs, she was the one who smiled the most exaggeratedly.

So Hera also bullied Marcus a lot. Even though Marcus had been away now, Hera often called out to let Marcus sit a little higher.

But Marcus isn't that obedient either.

But overall, Hera's teaching life is quite pleasant.

However, Snape's teaching life seemed not very satisfactory. When Hera went to Snape to learn brain closure on Friday, he found that Snape was limping, and when he walked, he was 1.86 meters tall and 1.83 meters tall.

You can tell at a glance that he must have had a leg injury!

"Oh, what's wrong with our Professor Snape?" Hera's tone was a little frivolous, mainly because he found that Snape was a little poisonous, but he never did anything, did what he should do, and never hid what he should say, and also did not care about other people's poisonous tongues.

The main thing is that when you get familiar with it, you will speak a little more unscrupulously.

"How is your brain closure? Are you starting to care about your professor?" Snape sprayed venom as usual, but the movement of silently blocking his legs with his robe was noticed by Hera.

"Okay, okay, this is your privacy, I won't ask." Hera smiled, just approaching Snape a small step, trying hard to smell his nose, frowning together, "The smell of the three-headed dog's saliva can be smelled from afar."

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly, picked up a book on the table and smashed it at Hera.

Fortunately, Hera was quick-witted and caught the book directly, but was not hit by the corner of the book.

"Quidich Gospel"? I didn't expect you, an old bat, would still be interested in Quidich?" Hera looked down at the title of the book. The cover of the book was also abstractly painted with Quidich's ball and scoring ring, and shouted out in surprise.

"Huh?" Snape's brows were tightly locked together, and his right hand was already stretched into his cloak. He knew that he must have been looking for a magic wand without guessing.

"Old bat?"

"Uh...I mean Mr. Severus Snape, the dean of the talent," Hera put down the book and patted his chest.

Although Snape knew clearly that Hera was just talking nonsense, he didn't care much about this title. Anyway, the students called it that. If Snape really cared, he wouldn't have been biased towards Slytherin College for so many years.

However, Hera agreed with this title.

Just looking at Snape's thin body, straight hair, cold eyes, unfathomable feeling, sallow skin, a large hooked nose, wearing a black robe and cloak, he really looks like an old bat!

It's just not very elegant.

But there was no elegance to Snape.

Seeing Snape silent, Hera asked tentatively: "Luvie's saliva - that three-headed dog - is poisonous, not just bites. Maybe you need to go to the school clinic. Mrs. Pomfrey should be very good at this kind of wound."

"I think Mr. Lesterlanch wouldn't have forgotten that the person standing in front of you is a potion master, right?" Snape's saliva was almost flying to Hera's face. He was very displeased, as if he hated Hera's tone very much.

"Oh, too." Hera slapped his forehead suddenly, toxins, and so on. With Snape's strength, he must have solved it immediately, right?

It looks like I think I am...it's really nonsense.

No, it's simply ridiculing Snape's potion strength.

"Will you go to the Quidditch match?" Snapeson's cold voice rang.

Hera was stunned and smiled, "Of course I'll go!"

"Does Kiro go too?"

“It should be.”

"Does he have any plans?" Snape's hands tightly held together in his cloak, his tone still being so cold.

Hera grabbed the face and tried hard to recall Kilo's recent movements, and finally nodded in confirmation, "It shouldn't be. He is busy taking out Lu Wei's weakness from Hagrid's mouth recently."

"Yeah." Snape nodded, without saying anything, but turned his back to Hera silently.

Hera shrugged indifferently. Snape was driving himself away in this way. Without saying anything, he picked up the "Quidich Trace" on the table and left.

Anyway, Snape doesn't look like a person who likes flying brooms. It shouldn't be a big deal to borrow it to watch it for a few days.

The next day, Saturday, the day when the Snake House and the Lions House opened the opening game of the Quidditch competition this year, the weather was still cold, but fortunately it was still clear, which was a good weather for playing Quidditch.

The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match and chatted happily.

Hera was no exception. But Chilo next to him stammered, and it was really hard for Hera to have a desire to talk, so he crossed Chilo and chatted with Snape on the other side.

Almost just Hera said for a few minutes, then Snape nodded silently or snorted coldly.

Hera also noticed that Harry, who was sitting on the long mat, seemed to have no appetite, just sat there stupidly, staring at the food in front of him, without moving a mouthful.

"Harry!" Hera quickly glanced at Professor Dumbledore, then whispered Harry's name.

"Ah? Professor Hera?" Harry was stunned by Hera, then raised his head and pulled out an ugly smile. However, when he met Hera, Harry felt another severe pain on his forehead. The lightning-shaped scar was so painful that it seemed to be burning.

"Hmm?" Hera's brows were tightly locked together, and he quickly glanced at Qiluo beside him.

Voldemort was defeated by Harry's backtrack. Perhaps he had some connection with the scar on Harry's head...

If that is to say, is Voldemort going to attack Harry today?

Um???

I've obviously never told myself before!

This...how do you tell Professor Dumbledore now?

No, the task now is how to protect Harry. After all, Quirrell is also an elite wizard. If he really abandons disguise and insists on doing Harry, he seems to have no way to do it.

what to do?

The boy who survived the disaster may be about to die today!
Chapter completed!