Dumbledore was not sure whether the curse existed, but the professor of black magic defense every year would eventually have unpredictable accidents, which really gave him a headache.

But obviously the biggest problem is that no one dares to come to Hogwarts to serve as a professor of black magic defense unless they want to die in an accident.

"Professor, before..." Hera suddenly thought of Dumbledore's refusal to let him be a professor before. It seems...

I am still Dumbledore's favorite cub!

Otherwise, I'd be going to be taken over by Dumbledore for the school year...

Dumbledore just smiled and did not answer Hera, but turned around and continued to walk forward.

Naturally, he could not tell Hera what he thought.

"Professor, wait for me..." He pulled his cloak tightly and wrapped his neck, quickly following Dumbledore.

Walking on the path before, Dumbledore stopped and stretched out his arms as he had been before.

"Okay, OK, I know." Hera complained, then grabbed Dumbledore's forearm. After a striking force, Hera only shook a little, but it was finally much better than before. "Professor, why don't you tell me the address and I will follow you to move in a phantom?"

Dumbledore chuckled and asked without hesitation: "Can you break Hogwarts' anti-phantom display curse?"

"Uh..." Hera grabbed the face, "Obviously can't."

But Hera then asked, "Professor, are we back now?"

Dumbledore raised his head, and the unbelievable expression could be vaguely seen on his face, "Hera, don't you have to prepare for the new life?"

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused, his tone became playful, "Miss Crivat is really charming..."

"Ahem." Hera coughed hard and interrupted Dumbledore's words. Who would have thought that Dumbledore would see it at that time?

"Don't joke about me, but it's all..." Hera stammered for a moment, and really made up an excuse.

But is it a young and frivolous girl who is in love with her youth?

Such words are too scumbag!

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say." Hera gave up struggling. He couldn't hide it from the old man in front of him. Besides, the kiss could not be explained clearly no matter how hard he saw it.

"Okay, Hera, let's have a good rest when you return to Hogwarts," Dumbledore patted Hera on the shoulder and smiled, "I'll go to pick up students tomorrow, so don't be late."

"No problem, professor, don't worry, absolutely not." Hera nodded heavily.

......

......

Dumbledore stood in the principal's room and stared at the square in front of the castle through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

After a long time, he sighed deeply and turned to Fox who was standing on the desk. "Fox, go and take a look at Hera, he... seems to have not yet gotten up."

Fox cried and rolled and disappeared in the principal's room.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall in the square looked up at the pointer on the tower from time to time. It had exceeded the agreed time, but Hera had never seen her.

"Hera, if I were to see you, I would definitely let you..." Professor McGonagall said gritting his teeth, but he was halfway through his words. A spark flashed in front of him, and a man appeared in front of her.

"Ah sneezing!" Hera rubbed his nose and sneezed heavily. He shivered from the cold, and hugged his shoulders tightly and rubbed them.

"What else is that crazy phoenix doing!!!" Hera turned his head and searched for Fox's figure, but the phoenix couldn't find it, and an angry 'cat' saw it.

"Hera!!!" Professor McGonagall's anger almost turned into substance, as if a dark field was shrouded in Hera. Even the cold outside was not as good as the fear at this moment.

"Professor McGonagall, don't worry!!!" Hera hurriedly took out a cloak from his small pocket. As a wealthy slave, his small pocket that casts the traceless extension spell has been tied to his wrist - once there is any abnormal movement, he can run away with all his belongings as soon as possible.

"Explanation!" Professor McGonagall turned his head and waited until Hera put on his cloak, then he shouted at Hera angrily.

Hera clasped his cloak and wrapped it tightly around his neck to prevent the bitter cold wind from blowing in.

"Ahem, I actually caught a cold." Hera tried hard to control his nose, and then spoke in a muffled voice.

Professor McGonagall was indeed a little hoarse when he heard Hera's voice, so he didn't pursue it anymore, but just walked quickly towards Hogsmeade with a stern face.

After returning to Hogwarts with Dumbledore last night, Hera went to bed and was roasted overnight by the warm fireplace. After getting up, she didn't even drink a sip of water. Her voice was naturally hoarse.

Dumbledore stood in front of the window of the principal's office, looking at the two figures on the path leading to Hogsmeade, with his mouth slightly raised.

"Fox, beautifully done!" Dumbledore praised softly. Fox was still turning back to comb its feathers, but just whistled in response to Dumbledore.

......

"Professor McGonagall, I feel that my body is not very comfortable. Why don't you work hard today?" Hera wrapped her cloak tightly and slowly followed Professor McGonagall and complained.

Professor McGonagall stopped suddenly and Hera almost hit her.

Her face was like frost, and the falling snowflakes were not as cold as her face.

"I believe Professor Snape is happy to make a pot of cold potions for you."

"Oh...No, I can't do it. Instead of bothering Professor Snape, it's better to let me keep working while sick." Hera straightened his chest with a look of dying.

However... in fact, he just asked him to accompany Professor McGonagall to Kings Cross Station to pick up the little wizard.

"Well, then keep up, we're going to prepare for the phantom to move." Professor McGonagall pulled out his wand and said rigorously, "Remember the location clearly. The 9th and 3th and 3th and 4th platforms are not the 9th and 3th and 4th platforms in the Muggle world."

"I understand, professor." Hera said weakly with his head down.

He had a strange sense of danger, as if he would encounter some great danger of life and death when he went to the station.

It’s just that with Professor McGonagall accompanied him, there shouldn’t be any problem anyway... right?

After all, he is also one of the best masters of deformation in the magic world. He is not a complete waste like Lockhart. How could he not even have the chance to defend himself?

I believe Professor McGonagall can save himself.

After a familiar sense of oppression, Hera appeared at Kings Cross Station. He was about to sigh that he felt much more comfortable than Dumbledore, but suddenly met a light blue pupil.
Chapter completed!