Chapter 437 The Handwriting of the Second Person
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
After Harry got "Advanced Potion Making", it was like a miracle.
This made Hermione and Ron very unhappy.
Hermione's dissatisfaction felt that Harry was cheating.
Ron's dissatisfaction was that he could not recognize the writing on it well, which resulted in his grades not improving.
During this period, the book was also robbed by Ginny and Hermione, especially Ginny.
As soon as she heard that Harry was following the words in a notebook, she immediately thought back to Tom Riddle's diary.
After the two teamed up to snatch it, they immediately used magic to check if there was any problem.
But this is not a magic item, the only thing special is the notes recorded on it.
Because of too much homework, Harry has not been able to study it carefully.
But he flipped through it roughly, and found that almost every page had two different handwritings written on it.
One is to correct the method in the book, and the other is to increase the efficacy of the medicine on this basis.
Saturday.
"Half-Blood Prince, who is the Half-Blood Prince?"
Harry sat on the sofa in the common room, looked at the names in the book and asked Hermione, the know-it-all.
"Maybe it's a woman," said the irritable Hermione impatiently, "or maybe it's a girl. I don't think that note is a boy's, but a girl's."
"His name is 'Half-Blood Prince,'" said Harry after a moment's thought. "The second one might be."
Hermione was speechless, she frowned, "This book has two owners?"
She pulled out Harry's book and read it, staring at the different handwriting.
"I don't recognize it." Hermione looked at the second line, feeling a little familiar, but it wasn't the case.
"It's five minutes to eight, and I must go quickly."
Harry was anxious to get his book back, he was going to Dumbledore's.
The three of them never imagined that Dumbledore would become the gatekeeper.
It was Sirius who had given them the news, and Harry needed to be there for his lessons.
Harry was much more cheerful, which had something to do with Sirius.
The father and son are in the same school and often interact during class.
To be honest, it's too good to be envious.
Ron hesitated again and again, and extended an invitation to Hermione, "Hermione, are you going to the library?"
"No," Hermione got up and walked towards the stairs, "I haven't finished my runes homework yet."
Ron was a little disappointed after Hermione left.
...
Although there are fewer classes in the sixth grade, there is no shortage of homework.
In the auditorium, the hourglass of Slytherin's points grew visible to the naked eye.
Now it is on par with Gryffindor.
"Snape hasn't shown up in weeks," Malfoy grumbled. "How long are we going to see Potter show off?"
"He always wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," John said casually after stirring the sticky rice porridge, "he should have been the right person."
"And Professor Slughorn found someone else, the person he hates the most."
John could only say that if Snape could bear it, Dumbledore might have to help him.
Slughorn made a cameo appearance in a few Potions classes, and if it continues, he's probably going to be the resident Potions Master.
Harry's performance intrigued Slughorn immensely, which is why he continued to teach.
"I remember his Potions grades were not that good." Malfoy said maliciously, "He must have drank Felix Felicia, a blind cat meets a dead rat."
With that said, Malfoy looked at John expectantly, as if he wanted a bottle of Felicia.
John glanced at him and said, "I'll give you a bottle if you win the House Cup."
"It's a deal!" Malfoy immediately agreed.
After lunch, John handed the translated Advanced Runes to Daphne.
The above has been translated by him.
John goes to the principal's office.
On the way to the principal's office, he passed Harry and Ron.
They were heading to Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Harry?" Ron called out to Harry when he saw that he was not moving.
Harry looked at the direction John was going, and said to himself, "That's the direction to the principal's office."
Ron called Harry twice more, and Harry finally came to his senses.
After hesitating for a while, he and Ron went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
And John has passed the gargoyle at the door and entered the principal's office.
It looked very different here than it did when Dumbledore reigned.
The ground was covered with soft carpets, and Slughorn was not in class, but enjoying pineapple compote.
"Oh, John." Slughorn was delighted to see John looking for him, and shared the pineapple preserves with him.
"Ambrosio Froome always gets my mind right, and his candy box is something that's very popular."
Taking out an octagonal red gift box from the drawer, Slughorn twisted it slightly, and eight different snacks appeared after the box was opened.
Slughorn took a chocolate ball out of it and gave it to John.
He treated John with the care that a collector polishes fragile ceramics with care.
Slughorn didn't even have to ask why John was here, he would be happy if John did.
"I was a bit disappointed not to meet you in Potions," said Slughorn. "You must be doing some research, aren't you?"
"Yes, Professor." John took a bite of the chocolate ball, and the filling flowed out of syrup. He chuckled, "Do you remember the question I asked on the train?"
"That's an impressive question," Slughorn said with interest. "You're doing that experiment?"
"But, boy, the audience for that experiment was like a blood curse."
Slughorn wanted to persuade John to change his research project, after all, the blood curse was far less popular than werewolves.
John shook his head and said, "This research project is not about meaning, but about the exploration of knowledge."
The words made Slughorn a little dazed.
"I'm here because I want to invite the professor to conduct experiments together, just like me and Alex Dharma."
John invited Slughorn to study with him, much to Slughorn's surprise.
But being able to teach such a genius moved Slughorn's heart.
After thinking for a while, he agreed.
This is not a bad project, on the contrary it can heal people.
...
When John left the principal's office, it was already get out of class time.
Harry met John again, which made Harry a little distracted.
Didn't even hear Hermione speak.
"Harry!"
"what?"
Hermione called him before he could react.
Hermione took a deep breath, thinking that this was her own raised child, she endured it.
"We've got to go and explain to Hagrid," said Hermione, looking up at Hagrid's empty space during breakfast on Saturday.
"There's a Quidditch trial this morning!" said Ron, "and we have to practice the Clear Water Curse in Charms class!"
"Besides, what is there to explain? We can't tell him we hate his stupid course!"
Ron didn't think much of it, and Hermione retorted: "We don't hate it!"
"That's what you said yourself, and I haven't forgotten the snails," said Ron grimly. "It's a fluke that we got away, you didn't hear him talk about his stupid brother, if we stayed on , is probably teaching Glop how to tie his shoes now."
This made Hermione unable to refute. After all, Hagrid has always been unable to distinguish the difference between ordinary people and half giants.
"I don't want to be silent with Hagrid," said Hermione sadly.
"Then we'll wait until the Quidditch trials are over." Harry comforted her.
He missed Hagrid, too, but he and Ron had the same idea that it would be best not to have to deal with Glop for the rest of their lives.
What's more, the Quidditch trials are held in the morning.
"There are so many people applying, the selection may take a whole morning."
This was Harry's first hurdle after becoming the captain. He said a little nervously, "I don't know why the team suddenly became so popular."
"Come on, Harry!" Hermione said impatiently. "It's not Quidditch that's popular, but you. You've never been more popular than you are now. They're all here for you!"
She told the truth, and Harry suddenly felt uncomfortably hot in the Great Hall.
Just then, Malfoy walked in.
"Hehe, isn't this 'Savior of the World'? Potter, have you figured out how to cry into the arms of the godfather after losing the game?"
Malfoy imitated Harry and laughed, "Or will your godfather cry with you?"
This time, Harry almost rushed to fight him.
...
This made Hermione and Ron very unhappy.
Hermione's dissatisfaction felt that Harry was cheating.
Ron's dissatisfaction was that he could not recognize the writing on it well, which resulted in his grades not improving.
During this period, the book was also robbed by Ginny and Hermione, especially Ginny.
As soon as she heard that Harry was following the words in a notebook, she immediately thought back to Tom Riddle's diary.
After the two teamed up to snatch it, they immediately used magic to check if there was any problem.
But this is not a magic item, the only thing special is the notes recorded on it.
Because of too much homework, Harry has not been able to study it carefully.
But he flipped through it roughly, and found that almost every page had two different handwritings written on it.
One is to correct the method in the book, and the other is to increase the efficacy of the medicine on this basis.
Saturday.
"Half-Blood Prince, who is the Half-Blood Prince?"
Harry sat on the sofa in the common room, looked at the names in the book and asked Hermione, the know-it-all.
"Maybe it's a woman," said the irritable Hermione impatiently, "or maybe it's a girl. I don't think that note is a boy's, but a girl's."
"His name is 'Half-Blood Prince,'" said Harry after a moment's thought. "The second one might be."
Hermione was speechless, she frowned, "This book has two owners?"
She pulled out Harry's book and read it, staring at the different handwriting.
"I don't recognize it." Hermione looked at the second line, feeling a little familiar, but it wasn't the case.
"It's five minutes to eight, and I must go quickly."
Harry was anxious to get his book back, he was going to Dumbledore's.
The three of them never imagined that Dumbledore would become the gatekeeper.
It was Sirius who had given them the news, and Harry needed to be there for his lessons.
Harry was much more cheerful, which had something to do with Sirius.
The father and son are in the same school and often interact during class.
To be honest, it's too good to be envious.
Ron hesitated again and again, and extended an invitation to Hermione, "Hermione, are you going to the library?"
"No," Hermione got up and walked towards the stairs, "I haven't finished my runes homework yet."
Ron was a little disappointed after Hermione left.
...
Although there are fewer classes in the sixth grade, there is no shortage of homework.
In the auditorium, the hourglass of Slytherin's points grew visible to the naked eye.
Now it is on par with Gryffindor.
"Snape hasn't shown up in weeks," Malfoy grumbled. "How long are we going to see Potter show off?"
"He always wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," John said casually after stirring the sticky rice porridge, "he should have been the right person."
"And Professor Slughorn found someone else, the person he hates the most."
John could only say that if Snape could bear it, Dumbledore might have to help him.
Slughorn made a cameo appearance in a few Potions classes, and if it continues, he's probably going to be the resident Potions Master.
Harry's performance intrigued Slughorn immensely, which is why he continued to teach.
"I remember his Potions grades were not that good." Malfoy said maliciously, "He must have drank Felix Felicia, a blind cat meets a dead rat."
With that said, Malfoy looked at John expectantly, as if he wanted a bottle of Felicia.
John glanced at him and said, "I'll give you a bottle if you win the House Cup."
"It's a deal!" Malfoy immediately agreed.
After lunch, John handed the translated Advanced Runes to Daphne.
The above has been translated by him.
John goes to the principal's office.
On the way to the principal's office, he passed Harry and Ron.
They were heading to Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Harry?" Ron called out to Harry when he saw that he was not moving.
Harry looked at the direction John was going, and said to himself, "That's the direction to the principal's office."
Ron called Harry twice more, and Harry finally came to his senses.
After hesitating for a while, he and Ron went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
And John has passed the gargoyle at the door and entered the principal's office.
It looked very different here than it did when Dumbledore reigned.
The ground was covered with soft carpets, and Slughorn was not in class, but enjoying pineapple compote.
"Oh, John." Slughorn was delighted to see John looking for him, and shared the pineapple preserves with him.
"Ambrosio Froome always gets my mind right, and his candy box is something that's very popular."
Taking out an octagonal red gift box from the drawer, Slughorn twisted it slightly, and eight different snacks appeared after the box was opened.
Slughorn took a chocolate ball out of it and gave it to John.
He treated John with the care that a collector polishes fragile ceramics with care.
Slughorn didn't even have to ask why John was here, he would be happy if John did.
"I was a bit disappointed not to meet you in Potions," said Slughorn. "You must be doing some research, aren't you?"
"Yes, Professor." John took a bite of the chocolate ball, and the filling flowed out of syrup. He chuckled, "Do you remember the question I asked on the train?"
"That's an impressive question," Slughorn said with interest. "You're doing that experiment?"
"But, boy, the audience for that experiment was like a blood curse."
Slughorn wanted to persuade John to change his research project, after all, the blood curse was far less popular than werewolves.
John shook his head and said, "This research project is not about meaning, but about the exploration of knowledge."
The words made Slughorn a little dazed.
"I'm here because I want to invite the professor to conduct experiments together, just like me and Alex Dharma."
John invited Slughorn to study with him, much to Slughorn's surprise.
But being able to teach such a genius moved Slughorn's heart.
After thinking for a while, he agreed.
This is not a bad project, on the contrary it can heal people.
...
When John left the principal's office, it was already get out of class time.
Harry met John again, which made Harry a little distracted.
Didn't even hear Hermione speak.
"Harry!"
"what?"
Hermione called him before he could react.
Hermione took a deep breath, thinking that this was her own raised child, she endured it.
"We've got to go and explain to Hagrid," said Hermione, looking up at Hagrid's empty space during breakfast on Saturday.
"There's a Quidditch trial this morning!" said Ron, "and we have to practice the Clear Water Curse in Charms class!"
"Besides, what is there to explain? We can't tell him we hate his stupid course!"
Ron didn't think much of it, and Hermione retorted: "We don't hate it!"
"That's what you said yourself, and I haven't forgotten the snails," said Ron grimly. "It's a fluke that we got away, you didn't hear him talk about his stupid brother, if we stayed on , is probably teaching Glop how to tie his shoes now."
This made Hermione unable to refute. After all, Hagrid has always been unable to distinguish the difference between ordinary people and half giants.
"I don't want to be silent with Hagrid," said Hermione sadly.
"Then we'll wait until the Quidditch trials are over." Harry comforted her.
He missed Hagrid, too, but he and Ron had the same idea that it would be best not to have to deal with Glop for the rest of their lives.
What's more, the Quidditch trials are held in the morning.
"There are so many people applying, the selection may take a whole morning."
This was Harry's first hurdle after becoming the captain. He said a little nervously, "I don't know why the team suddenly became so popular."
"Come on, Harry!" Hermione said impatiently. "It's not Quidditch that's popular, but you. You've never been more popular than you are now. They're all here for you!"
She told the truth, and Harry suddenly felt uncomfortably hot in the Great Hall.
Just then, Malfoy walked in.
"Hehe, isn't this 'Savior of the World'? Potter, have you figured out how to cry into the arms of the godfather after losing the game?"
Malfoy imitated Harry and laughed, "Or will your godfather cry with you?"
This time, Harry almost rushed to fight him.
...
