Hera tried to wink Dumbledore, but suddenly realized that Professor Dumbledore had left...

This old bee, what are you running away at this time?

If you don’t stare at your savior, what if he ggles?

Although he was anxious, Hera remained calm on the surface and ate the steak with the characteristics of the Caoper in front of him with an extremely elegant look. It is said that it was the highest level of Wagyu beef from neon "shun".

Don't say it tastes really good!

Hera lowered his head and chewed him again. When he raised his head again, Harry had already left...

He was dragged to the field by his Captain Quidditch, Wood or a stick, and Hermione and Ron followed Harry with some food in their hands.

Hera sighed and continued to charge towards the steak in front of him.

By the time Hera finished her breakfast, there was no one in the auditorium, and everyone was excited to discuss the Quidditch game and walked towards the stadium in a bustling manner.

Hera slowly walked towards Quidditch Stadium and directly found the lounge in Gryffindor. Thanks to rumors from some unknown place - Hera is sweet and has questions and answers - this line was not stopped. Instead, many students along the way greeted Hera politely.

If there weren't those female students who were about to stick to Hera, I believe Hera would like to go to Gryffindor even more.

As soon as he walked into Gryffindor's lounge, Harry's thin back sat on the side, looking nervous.

"Harry?" Hera said in the voice that happened to allow Harry and Hermione beside him. Ron heard it.

"Huh?" Harry suddenly turned around when he heard someone calling his name, "Hera?"

"How is it? Are you nervous?" Hera slapped Harry's arm on the shoulder. Harry is not tall yet, so it's not a problem. His arms just hang down a little and you can take a picture.

"I'm so nervous." Harry smiled bitterly and said dejectedly: "Hera, do you have any good suggestions? The game...it's really...ah..."

"Why might as well have some mint candy?" Hera tilted his head and looked at Harry with a smile. His hands on Harry's shoulder could feel his body trembling. It was obviously the same as he said, and he was really nervous.

Harry nodded, a forced smile appeared on his pale face.

"Well, let me look." Hera searched in his pocket again, not spending much effort. It was mainly because Garon had lost interest in catnip recently. It had been trying to catch a mouse and play with it. Although Hera had educated it several times, it seemed that it had no effect.

I bought a lot of catnip left before, so I just happened to give it to Harry and the others.

Hera finds catnip and gives it to Harry and Ron, Hermione.

The three of them calmed down slightly with candy in their mouths, but Hera's heart did not let go at all.

Voldemort's time bomb...

"Harry, listen to me." Hera grabbed Harry's shoulders, allowing his eyes to meet Harry's emerald's pupils. "Win and loss are secondary. As a first-year wizard, it is great to be able to participate in Quidditch competitions. Everything is mainly about protecting yourself. Never do any dangerous moves to make those who care about you worry about being afraid."

Harry looked at Hera's deep and dark eyes and nodded suddenly, but he could fly in the air very skillfully. Hera's suggestions were too cautious.

He wants to win!

Win the Slytherin Academy and slapped the annoying Professor Snape in the face. Who made him confiscate his own Quidditch Trace last night?

Hera looked at Harry and knew clearly that Harry, a fool, didn't take his words to heart at all. The little flame in Harry's eyes was about to burst out. How could he look like he would protect himself?

It's like dying with Quirrell.

Sure enough, Harry's side is useless, it seems that he still has to think of a way.

"Harry, eat something. I noticed that you didn't eat anything in the auditorium before." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder and turned his head to look at Hermione, "I believe you must have prepared a sandwich?"

"Oh, of course, Professor." Hermione was stunned for a moment, then picked up the small pocket beside him, opened the pocket to reveal the sandwiches and toast inside. "Professor, are you going to have a little?"

"Oh, I still can't. I'm quite full in the morning." Hera refused repeatedly. With the private kitchen prepared by Copper, why do you eat big pot rice?

Or is this bland and tasteless sandwich?

"Okay, you guys accompany Harry, I'll go and check the stadium with other professors." Hera let go, waved at the three little wizards, and turned around and left.

Before Hera left, he heard Hermione educating Harry.

"I have said a long time ago... Professor Hera also has this opinion..."

"Okay OK, Hermione, I get it, don't repeat it..."

Hera shrugged helplessly, and sure enough, the stupid lion will never have any brains.

Well...Granger is an exception.

She is a complete venomous snake.

Even if she is a mixed race, she will definitely be assigned to Slytherin. It’s a pity that she is a Muggle family...

But these are not the issues that Hera should consider. The current situation obviously has no time to consider this matter.

Hera quietly walked to a hidden corner, looked around, and confirmed that there was no one around him, then he started to shout in a low voice.

"Fox!"

"Fox!"

"nt Phoenix!"

"Dumbledore's little phoenix!"

"Dumbledore's ugly bird!"

“…”

However, after letting Hera try for a few minutes, he did not call out Dumbledore's phoenix. It seemed that he could not be lazy and told Dumbledore.

It is still necessary to go to the principal's office...

Damn it! Why is the phantom movement prohibited in Hogwarts?

I wonder if I will be exhausted when I walk back from the stadium?

But Hera still has to go back, after all, it is related to Voldemort and Harry.

"Hera?" A female voice rang out.

"Huh? Professor McGonagall?" Hera turned around and looked at Professor McGonagall who called him in confusion.

"Aren't you going to watch Quidditch games?"

Hera noticed that Professor McGonagall was shaking with excitement. He had only seen this behavior in the gamblers who bet on the Quidditch World Cup, a Quidditch game in the Academy Cup... As for?

"Uh, I have something to go and find Professor Dumbledore about teaching." Hera hesitated for a moment, but still concealed it. He didn't have a big mouth, so he told someone he caught.

"Ah?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hera in surprise, as if his thoughts were nonsense.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!