"Ahh A flash of light flashed, and the house was filled with shouts: a loud cry from Ron woke everyone up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Harry panicked and put aside Advanced Potions Preparation; Ron was wobbly hanging upside down, as if an invisible hook had hooked his ankle.

"I'm sorry!" Harry exclaimed, Dean and Seamus laughed maniacally, and Neville had just fallen off the floor from his bed and was now getting back on his feet.

"Hang up a little longer—I'll put you down at once—" he fumbled for the potions book, turning to the page in a panic; Finally he found the spell, and found that there was a small line of text underneath: Harry silently prayed in his heart that this was the solution of the spell, desperately thinking, 'Show up and release!' ’。

There was another flash of light, and Ron fell back to bed.

"I'm sorry," Harry repeated quietly, while Dean and Seamus were still laughing maniacally.

"Tomorrow," Ron said vaguely, "you're going to get on the alarm clock." ”

After they had dressed up, put on a few Weasley-knitted sweaters, cloaks, scarves and gloves, Ron's shock had subsided, and he began to decide that it was Harry's new spell that was very interesting; In fact, no sooner had they sat down at the breakfast table than Ron was eager to share the story with Hermione.

“…… Then there was another flash of light, and I was back in bed! Ron grinned and gave himself a few more sausages.

Hermione hadn't smiled, her expression was cold, and she looked at Harry disapplauded.

"This spell happens to be in your potions book again?" She asked.

Harry frowned at her.

"You're always going to come to the worst, don't you?"

"Is it really?"

"Hmm...... That's right, yes, so what? ”

"So you want to put this unknown handwritten spell to the test and see what happens?"

"What if it's handwritten?" Harry was reluctant to answer the rest of the questions.

"Because it's most likely not approved by the Ministry of Magic," Hermione said. "And," she added, Harry and Ron winkling their eyes, "because I'm starting to feel a little dangerous about the prince's character." ”

Harry and Ron immediately screamed and silenced her.

"It's a joke!" Poured a bottle of ketchup over his sausage. "Just a joke, Hermione, that's all!"

"Lifting someone's ankle makes people hang upside down?" Hermione said. "Who would bother to invent a spell like that?"

"Fred and George," Ron shrugged, "that's the kind of stuff they do." And, uh-"

"My dad," Harry said. He just remembered.

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked.

"My dad used this spell," Harry said. "I—Lupin told me." The last sentence is a lie; In fact, Harry had seen his father use the spell on Snape, but he had never told Ron and Hermione about their experience in the meditation basin. And now he thought of a wonderful possibility. Could this half-blood prince be-?

"Maybe your dad did, Harry," Hermione said, "but he's not the only one. We've seen a group of people use this spell, if you haven't forgotten it. Hang people upside down in the air. Let them float helplessly while they are still asleep. ”

Harry stared at her. He remembered what the Death Eaters had done at the Quidditch World Cup, and felt a heaviness. But Ron spoke for him.

"That's different," he said rudely. "They're messing around. Harry and his dad were just joking. You don't like that prince, Hermione," he continued, pointing harshly at Hermione with a sausage, "just because he learned Potions better than you—"

"It's okay with that!" Hermione blushed. "I just think it's irresponsible for you to cast spells when you don't know what they do, and don't keep 'prince' 'prince' like he's a prince, I bet it's just a stupid name, and I don't think he's a good guy at all!"

"I don't know how you could think that," Harry said angrily, "if he was a Death Eater seedling, he wouldn't be boasting of his 'half-blood', would he?" "It just so happened that while he was saying this, it occurred to Harry that his father was a pureblood, but he threw the idea out of the blue; I don't have time to think about this now......

"Death Eaters can't all be pure-bloods, and there aren't many pure-blood wizards left right now," Hermione said stubbornly. "I think most of them are half-blooded, just pretending to be pure-bloods. They only hate Muggle-born people, and if you and Ron join, they're welcome. "There's no way they could make me a Death Eater!" Ron said angrily, and a small piece of sausage flew off the fork that Ron was waving, hitting Ernie McMillan in the head. "Our whole family is a blood traitor! To the Death Eaters, this was as hateful as a Muggle-born. ”

"They were more than willing to ask for me," Harry said sarcastically. "We'll be best friends, if they don't keep thinking about killing me."

Ron laughed; Even Hermione grudgingly smiled, and Ginny's arrival finally distracted them.

"Hey, Harry, I'm here to give this to you." It was a roll of parchment with Harry's name written on it in a familiar slender and slanted font.

"Thanks, Ginny...... It's Dumbledore's next lesson! Harry told Ron and Hermione, unfolding the parchment and quickly scanning the contents. Monday night! He suddenly felt a burst of relief and happiness. Want to come with us to Hogsmeade, Ginny? ”

"I'll go with Dean—maybe we'll meet you there," she replied, waving to them as she left.

Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the list of people allowed to go to Hogsmeade. The process was longer than before, as Filch had to search everyone three times with a sniffer.

"What does it matter if we take the dark magic stuff out?" Ron asked, staring worriedly at the slender probe. "You should definitely check what we're bringing in." He had been poked in the face a few more times by the probe, and he still looked a little cowering as they set out to walk into the storm.

The journey to Hogsmeade was not enjoyable.

Harry covered the lower part of his face with a scarf; And the exposed part immediately became numb.

The road to the village was full of students who had almost folded their bodies in half to escape the biting cold wind.

On more than one occasion, Harry remembered the warmth of the common room, and when they finally arrived at Hogsmeade, they found that Jokowi's joke shop had been sealed with wooden sticks, which Harry saw as proof that the trip wasn't too fun. Ron pointed at Duke Honey with thick gloves, and Harry and Hermione hobbled Ron into the crowded shop.

"Thank God," Ron shivered in the warm, toffee-scented air. "Let's stay here all afternoon."

"Harry, my child!" A rumbling voice came from behind them.

"Oh, no," Harry muttered. The three of them turned around and saw Professor Slavhorn, who was wearing a huge fur hat, a matching fur coat, and a large bag of pineapple preserves, and alone occupied a quarter of the room.

"Harry, you've missed three of my dinners!" Slavhorn lovingly poked Harry in the chest. "No, my child, I'm determined to get you! Miss Granger likes them, doesn't she? ”

"yes," Hermione said helplessly, "they'really—"

"Then why don't you come along, Harry?" Slavhorn asked.

"Well, I have Quidditch training, Professor," Harry actually arranged for Quidditch training whenever Slavhorn sent an invitation letter tied with a purple ribbon. This strategy kept him from leaving Ron behind, and the two of them often worked with Ginny to imagine Hermione staring at McLagan and Sabini and laughing.

"Well, I'm sure you'll win your first game after training so hard!" Slavhorn said. "But it's okay to have a little pastime. So, how about Monday night, you wouldn't want to train in this weather anyway......"

"No, Professor, I've - uh - made an appointment with Professor Dumbledore to meet that night."

"Unlucky!" Slavhorn let out a noticeable shout. "Ah, okay...... You can't hide from me forever, Harry! ”

He waved his hand magnificently and staggered out of the store, not looking at Ron as if he were a cockroach dumpling displayed next to him.

"I can't believe you escaped again," Hermione said, shaking her head. "They're not that bad...... It's funny sometimes......" but she caught Ron's gaze.

"Oh, look—there's a luxury candy quill here—that could last for hours!" Harry was pleased to see Hermione switch the subject, pretending to be interested in the new oversized sugar quill, while Ron was still sullen, and when Hermione asked him where he wanted to go next, he just shrugged.

"Let's go with three broomsticks," Harry said. "It's going to be warm there." They covered their faces with scarves again and walked out of the candy store. Away from the sweet warmth of Duke Honey, the biting cold wind blew on their faces like knives.

There aren't too many people on the streets; No one was chatting, they were all walking with their heads buried in their heads. But there were two exceptions, and just a short distance in front of them, two men stood at the door of the three-broomstick bar. One of them was tall and thin; Squinting at the rain-washed glass in his hand, Harry recognized him as the waitress at Hogsmeade's other pub, the Hog's Head Bar.

As soon as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached, the usher pulled the cloak around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man fumbling with something on the ground. When he was still a few feet, Harry recognized him.

"Mondongues!" The crouching man, with his unkempt ginger hair, jumped to his feet, and an old-fashioned suitcase fell out, fell to the ground and opened, scattering a whole set of what looked like a thrift store.

"Oh, hello, Harry," Mundungus Fletch said in a tone of less convincing relief. "Well, I won't bother you anymore." He began to grab things from the ground and stuff them into his suitcase, looking like he was in a hurry to leave.

"You're selling these things?" Harry asked, watching as Mundungus grabbed dirty-looking items from the ground.

"Oh, well, eat a mouthful," said Mundungus.

"Give me that!" Ron had just bent down to pick up a piece of silverware.

"Wait," Ron said slowly. "This one looks familiar—"

"Thank you!" Mundungus snatched the goblet from Ron's hand and stuffed it into his suitcase. "Alright, goodbye everybody—ouch!" Harry grabbed Montungus by the throat and pushed him against the bar wall. Holding him with one hand, he drew his wand with the other.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

"You took it from Sirius's house," said Harry, who was facing Mondigus and smelled an uncomfortable smell of aged tobacco and alcohol. "There's the Black family coat of arms on it."

"I-no-what-?" Mundung Gues spoke incoherently, his face turning purple.

"What did you do to go back and ransack the place the night he almost died?"

"I-no-"

"Give it to me!"

"Harry, you can't!" Hermione screamed, and Mundungus' face began to turn blue.

With a thud, Harry felt his hand go out of Mundungus' throat.

Mundungus gasped and grabbed the crate on the floor, and then—with a snap—he apparitioned.

Harry cursed in his loudest voice, and immediately ran over to see where Montungus had gone.

"Come back, you thief-!"

"It's useless, Harry." Du Teng came out of nowhere, as if there was a rain cover around him, blocking all the rain, forming a hollow layer around his body.

"Mondongues may have been in London. It's useless to call. ”

"He stole something from Sirius! Steal! ”

"Yes, but," Duten didn't seem to be in a hurry about the news, "don't stay here, it's too cold." He looked at the door where the three of them had exhausted three broomsticks. Harry yelled as soon as he entered, "He's stealing Sirius's stuff!" ”

"I know, Harry, but please stop screaming, everybody is watching," Hermione whispered. "Go find a place to sit down, I'll go buy some drinks."

When Hermione returned with three glasses of Butterbeer, Harry was still angry.

"Well, I know you're angry, but now isn't the time to be angry, Harry, calm yourself down, some worthless little things, do you think Sirius cares? He didn't even want everything in that room, and just handed everything over to the Order of the Phoenix. So, calm down, Sirius has his thoughts, and you'll have to try to understand him. ”

Duten's words finally calmed Harry down a little.