"Yes, that's it, the arm is waving a little smaller." Snape knocked Hera's arm with his wand, "In comparison, I would rather teach the trolls how to use magic."

After saying that, he looked at Hera deeply, and said in a volume that was almost a little higher than his whisper, "I believe that would be easier."

"This...isn't this an unforgivable spell! I've never learned it before! I even know nothing about it except its spell." Hera made an excuse for himself, but the movements in his hands did not hesitate at all.

"Capture God and seek thoughts!"

"No......"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time. Before Snape could finish his words, a light flashed. Snape stood there blankly, his eyes seemed to have lost their focal length. Hera only felt the memory of another person pouring into his mind.

Harry sat in the auditorium for dinner... Harry almost fell off the broomstick... Harry...

Harry, why are all Harry?

Although Hera's attack on Snape was caught off guard, he quickly recovered his consciousness, but his expression was a little worse than before.

"Professor..." Hera put down his wand, a little puzzled, "Why can't you feel your feelings in the mind of God? Logically speaking, can't you judge the authenticity of the words by recalling the emotions in the fragments of memory?"

"This is the difference between me and the troll." Snape shook his mouth, and the disgust was very obvious. The troll in his mouth seemed to be Hera in front of him.

"Uh..." Hera grabbed his nose, "Your brain closure is keeping it running?"

"I don't think you need to worry too much." Snape turned around and sat on his chair, the black robe behind him rolling.

Hera looked at Snape with a bad face and couldn't help but ask again, "Why is it Harry Potter in your memories?"

"Because you are obviously no different from him and the trolls, just as stupid as you." Snape sprayed venom mercilessly, trying to spray Hera away.

But in Hera's ears, he was even a little kind of intimate. Since the Quidditch game, he has rarely come to Snape, and he still misses his irony a little.

It sounds so good to hear.

As expected, the Snake House is more in line with him. Professor McGonagall's style of stupid lions is really unacceptable at all. If it weren't for learning Animagus, he wouldn't want to learn from Professor McGonagall!

Hera looked up at the clock, and the hour hand was already on the scale of 9.

"Professor Snape, my mission has been completed, and Qilo should have been back." Hera bowed slightly and prepared to say goodbye.

Snape nodded, "Go back and see what Kilo is doing now."

"Well." Hera rubbed his temples with a headache, "I'm afraid he will become even more crazy. As time goes by, Quirrell has lost dominance over his body. Perhaps one day, Quirrell will become the container of the Dark King."

"The old guy will have a solution."

"I hope." Hera sighed, "Then I'll leave first."

Snape didn't say anything, but waved his hand, picked up a piece of parchment from the side, and continued to look through it. He still had to prepare his holiday homework, which had been delayed for a long time.

"Uh, otherwise I will help you correct it? I have wasted so much of your time, and I hope I can help you a little." Hera was very bachelor and did not leave her vacation homework. Not only did she gain a very good reputation among the students, but she also reduced her burden.

"I don't expect that the fool who can't tell the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-poisoned aconite can correct the potion homework of the senior students." Snape mercilessly rejected Hera's request for help, and also blackened Hera's potion level.

Hera replied with a dark face, "I know, they are aconite, and are introduced in the first grade textbook."

"Hmm." Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised, but he didn't say much, lowered his head and looked at the parchment in front of him.

Well, Hera silently comforted himself in his heart. His potion class was indeed not very good. The common sense of aconite was because Snape asked Harry, otherwise Hera would not have remembered it at all.

Thanks to Harry for that unlucky man!

Back to his office, Hera gently pushed open the door, and Kiro was already sitting inside and waiting.

He faced the fireplace and his back to Hera, his figure was hunched and looked extremely dark.

"Quinus?" Hera whispered.

"Come here." The Dark King's voice sounded, and it sounded that his strength had recovered a lot. He spoke with confidence. It seemed that the Forbidden Forest tonight was not peaceful.

Hagrid probably shed tears for the dead unicorn again.

"Hmm? Your Highness, Dark Lord?" Hera tiptoed towards the fireplace, carefully looking at the scarf on the back of Qilu's head.

"It's me, Hera." Qilu slowly removed the scarf, and the snake face of the Dark King showed up. The red light in his eyes was more dazzling and eye-catching than Hera had seen last time, as faint as two LED lamp beads, but his face was still as white as chalk.

"Sir, your physical strength has recovered?" Hera tried his best to empty his brain, but unexpectedly, what he was worried about before had instantly turned into reality.

Is Voldemort going to check his loyalty?

I doubt myself as soon as I have the energy, this...

"Hera, we need more power. Once I take back the Philosopher's Stone, I will make a comeback...Azkaban...Bellatrix...You go to Lucius...Don't tell him what I'm going on... Just tell him...His master needs him." Voldemort's voice was sharp and harsh, and a grinning smile appeared on his evil face.

"Sir Dark Lord, I had contacted Lucius as early as July last year." Hera lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly into Voldemort's eyes.

Even Voldemort now needs to look directly at the eyes to capture the gods and seek thoughts!?

"Haha." Voldemort sneered, "Lucius, my cunning friend, he has always known to protect himself... but I heard that he has not given up on his past behavior...even though he pretended to be a hypocritical face in front of the world."

"I am very forgiving, Your Highness, Lucius doesn't seem to care about it." Hera mercilessly tricked his brother-in-law.

As long as you lead Voldemort's anger to Lucius, you will definitely forget yourself, right?

As the saying goes, if you die, if you die, you will not die. If you suffer the disaster, Hera has done so much!

"They are like fence-bearing plants. If they are strong, they will fall to the other side. Hera, you must recognize them." Voldemort seemed to be willing to cultivate Hera, and he actually said such words.

"Yes, what you taught me." Hera nodded wildly like pounding garlic.
Chapter completed!