"We are our best friends. I just fell asleep accidentally just now. Look, I'm so anxious that I can't even wear shoes."

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Qiluo tightened his cloak and quickly walked into the room.

Hera closed the door with a smile.

Quirot sat on the chair, thought for a moment, and his calm and restrained face showed his previous timid and helpless look.

"Uh..." Hera witnessed Kiro's face change throughout the whole process, and then realized that Kiro's condition was different.

"Hera...you know...I will be the professor of Dark Magic Defense...Defense Class next semester..." Qiluo stuttered, seemingly lacking in confidence.

"So... do you feel that you are not capable enough and want to abdicate and give way to the emperor?" Hera interrupted Kiro again without hesitation.

In his opinion, Kilow's condition is not suitable for teaching at Hogwarts, and only a wizard with strong strength and handsome appearance can be competent.

"Don't worry, I will tell you about Professor Dumbledore. You should go to your Albania to collect first-hand materials with peace of mind!"

Hera almost kissed Qiluo's ugly face, and Qiluo nodded and her temples bulged.

If it weren't for the Dark King's order, Qiluo really wanted to throw Hera into a "Avada gnaws on the big melon".

I endure it!

"No, Hera, you misunderstood. I hope... I can act as my assistant when I teach. I'm a little worried..."

It was so funny that Quirrell's appearance that he wanted to curse but was trying to endure it.

"Oh? We are our best friends. This matter is really a bit difficult for me..." Hera sighed, as if this tone had directly removed his spirit.

"Then..." Qiluo spoke anxiously. This was a task assigned to him by Lord Dark King. If he couldn't complete it well, he would definitely disappoint him again.

"So you have to add money!" Hera raised his head and smiled. The bargaining thing was obviously not something Quirrell was good at. Hera was just right in this trick of trying to get.

"Um?"

It was indeed just right, and Quirrell was already confused.

"Then how much salary do you want?" Qiluo finally reacted and said hesitantly, but there was a smile on his lips.

Dumbledore's old fox-like smile appeared on the corner of Hera's mouth, knowing that Quirrell had been taken by him and reached the stage of asking for a price he had soared.

"I heard that the professor's monthly salary is 120 Jin Jialong. If he is an assistant, I can help you with most of the work. I would like to collect you 100 Jin Jialong, right? "

"No...no..." Qiluo blushed and pointed his finger at Hera's face, feeling so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Okay, then we will be happy to cooperate." Hera smiled, held Qilu's finger pointing at him in both hands, and broke it back for him.

"shameless!"

Quirrell finally put this sentence in his mouth, panting like a college student running for a thousand meters.

"What?" Hera dug his ears. As if he hadn't heard Kiro's words, he pulled Kiro from the chair and pushed him out.

Qiluo looked at the closed door at the door and spat hard.

"Dirty guy!"

Hera, who "sent" Qiluo, rushed to the bed excitedly, hugged Garon, who was squatting on the pillow proudly, and shouted excitedly:

"Yeah! Our economic crisis has been resolved! You don't have to worry about your cat food! I can finally buy two new sets of cloaks!"

Gallon struggled to try to come out of Hera's rude arms, but after trying it twice, he gave up and looked at his "slave" with a cold face.

Human! Believe in my beauty of Gallon! You shallow, two-legged sheep!

Time passed day by day, and in a flash, Hera had been staying in the Burning Cauldron Bar for a month.

Hera and Kiro sat in the bar, with a glass of butterbeer in front of them, and a sandwich in front of Kiro.

"Hera, have you read "The Power of Darkness: Self-Defense Guide"? "Hera has you read it?" Quirrell took a sip of butterbeer, and his stuttering words became even more fragmentary, which made Hera's brain hurt.

"I haven't read it, I haven't read it many times." Hera looked at the passing witch with interest, completely impatient with Qiluo.

He heard what he said would make him exhausted, but Quirrell was still happy. He really couldn't understand Quirrell.

As the hub of London's wizarding world and Muggle world, the passenger flow is quite large.

But it's a pity that young and beautiful are worthy of his witch, Hera hasn't discovered it yet.

But people cannot give up just because they have not met them. If they do not maintain an eye that is good at discovering beauty, how can they discover the beauty in life?

"This sister is not bad too... is her son next to her? She is so old..."

The chattering sound of the buzzing voice in the tavern suddenly stopped, and a burly man walked in, his face almost completely covered by his long messy hair and his tangled thick beard, but his eyes could still be seen glittering under his hair.

The wizards in the bar seemed to know the giant, smiling at him and waving.

Hera also got up and walked towards the giant, stretched out her hand to the giant's shoulder... and patted her belly, "Long time no see, Hagrid, how are you doing recently? What's wrong with the 'little cutie' I brought to you before?"

"Oh, Hera, I'm so happy to see you. Buckbeck has already flew. You don't know how important moment you missed... Buckbeck misses you very much. It often looks up at the sky. You're so cruel to it..."

Haeger couldn't stop talking as soon as he started talking, which really made Hera a little irritated. His eyes were glanced everywhere, but he saw a head emerging from Haeger's thick hair.

Hagrid really couldn't suppress his nature!?

Have you started collecting heads? It seems that you have done cleaning work and it is well maintained!

Then the man blinked his eyes several times, which scared Hera.

"Uh, sorry, Hera, I can't say anything more. I'm doing something for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted Hera on the shoulder with his giant palm, almost pressing Hera down.

"Oh my God!" Old Tom, who had already picked up the cup and was about to prepare a drink for Hagrid, slid his hand and the cup fell directly to the ground.

"This is... Could this be..."

The broken cauldron bar suddenly became silent.

"Oh!" Old Tom whispered: "Harry Potter...is honored."

Facing old Tom who was excited like a irritable groundhog, Hera quietly retreated aside, Harry Potter?
Chapter completed!