"How did you do that?"

As he left the basement classroom, Ron asked Harry quietly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Luckily, I guess." Harry said, because Malfoy could still hear it.

It wasn't until they were safely seated at the Gryffindor table for dinner that Harry felt comfortable telling them. As Harry spoke, Hermione's face grew pale.

"I guess you think I'm cheating?" He was enraged by Hermione's expression.

"Well, that's not what you figured out on your own, was it?" She said bluntly.

"He just followed a different kind of instruction than we did," Ron said. "It can end tragically, right? But he took the risk, and it paid off. He sighed. If I had grabbed the book at the time......"

"It's as if I snatched it, and you snatched the new book."

Harry cupped his eyes and complained dissatisfied.

"Wait," a voice came from Harry's left ear, and he suddenly smelled the scent of flowers, which he had also smelled in Slahhorn's underground classroom. Harry turned around and saw Ginny sitting down. "Did I hear me right? You're carrying out an order written in a book, Harry? "She looked alert and angry.

Harry immediately understood what she was thinking.

"Nothing." He lowered his voice and said comfortingly. "It's not like that, you know, Riddle's diary. It's just an old textbook that's been scribbled. ”

"But you're doing what it says?"

"I just tried a few hints on the white margins of the page, and honestly, Ginny, it's nothing unusual—"

"Ginny got to the point," Hermione immediately picked herself up, "we should check to see if there's anything wrong." I mean, all those weird notes, who knows? ”

"Hey!" Harry screamed in anger as Hermione pulled his Advanced Potions Preparation out of his bag and raised his wand.

"Secret reappearance!" She tapped the cover of the book with her wand.

Nothing happened. The book just lay there, old and dirty, with the corners still rolling.

"Finished?" Harry said irritably. "Do you want to wait and see it do a few backflips?"

"Looks fine," Hermione said skeptically, still staring at the book. "I mean, it really doesn't look like ...... Just a textbook. ”

"Okay, I'll take it back." Harry grabbed the book from the table, but his hand slipped to the ground and spread out.

No one is watching. Harry bent down to pick up the book, and at the same time he saw a line written in the same fine scribbled handwriting at the bottom of the back cover, and the instructions with the same handwriting had just earned him a bottle of Elixir, which was now safely hidden in a pair of socks in a box upstairs.

"This book belongs to the half-blood prince!"

Half-blood prince?

Harry swore he had never heard the name, and he didn't know what those words meant.

But, whatever, it's a book that no one wants anymore, and it belongs to him now.

So, in the following week's Potions lesson, if there was any discrepancy from the textbook, and where graffiti and changes were added, Harry followed the instructions of the half-blood prince. After four lessons in a row, Slavhorn was almost overwhelmed by Harry's abilities, and he even said that he rarely taught such a talented student.

Neither Ron nor Hermione was too happy about it.

Although Harry lent them the book to read together, it was much more difficult for Ron to make out the handwriting than Harry, and he didn't dare to ask Harry to read it to him all the time, otherwise it would look suspicious. Hermione also steadfastly tried to follow her so-called "official" instructions, but the results were not as good as the prince's, which made her temper worse and worse.

Harry vaguely wondered who the half-blood prince was.

Although the amount of homework did not allow him time to read through the Advanced Potions Preparation, he skimmed through it and found that the Half-Blood Prince had left his own notes on almost every page, and not all of them were about potion preparation. There are instructions for the spell everywhere, and it looks like he made it up himself.

"Maybe it's herself," Hermione said irritably as she said on Saturday night in the common room, Harry pointing out the spells to Ron. "Maybe it's a girl. I think the handwriting is more like a girl than a boy's. ”

"His name is the half-blood prince," said Harry, "and what girl is a prince?" ”

Hermione seemed speechless. She just frowned and dragged her paper on the "Principles of Matter Reconstruction" back from Ron's hand, which he was trying to read upside down.

Harry looked at his watch and put the worn-out Advanced Potions Preparation in his bag.

"Eight o'clock and five o'clock, I have to go, or I'll be late to Dumbledore."

"Oh!" Hermione took a breath and immediately looked up at Harry, "Good luck!" We'll wait for you to come back, and we'll find out what he has taught you! ”

"Hopefully everything goes well," Ron said, as they both watched Harry burrow into the portrait hole.

Harry was walking down the hallway where no one was around, and Professor Trelawney suddenly appeared around a corner, forcing Harry to duck behind a statue. She was washing a dirty-looking deck of playing cards, muttering something to the side of her mouth.

"Two of Spades: War Conflict," she muttered as she walked past Harry's crouched statue. "The Seven of Spades: A bad omen. Ten of spades: Atrocities. J of Spades: A young black man who looks very uneasy and doesn't like interrogators—" She stopped opposite the statue where Harry was hiding.

"Well, that's not right," she said exasperatedly, and Harry heard her shuffle the cards vigorously again, and set off again, leaving only the smell of cooking sherry. Harry waited until she was gone, and then ran all the way to the wall where the stone beast stood in the corridor on the seventh floor.

"Sour lollipops," Harry said. The stone beast jumped to the side; The wall behind him slid to the side, revealing a spiraling stone staircase that Harry had walked up and down, and the staircase had swirled smoothly up to a door with a brass knocker that led to Dumbledore's office.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Please come in," Dumbledore's voice said.

"Good evening, Professor," Harry said as he walked into the Headmaster's office.

"Ah, good evening, Harry. You may be seated," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I think you had a good first week back at school, right?"

"Yes, thank you, Professor," Harry said.

"You must be getting busy, you've already been locked up once!"

"Uh......" Harry was a little overwhelmed, but Dumbledore didn't look very stern.

"I've negotiated with Professor Snape that you'll be locked up with him next week."

"Okay," Harry had more urgency on his mind than Professor Snape's confinement, and he was secretly looking around the room for something to suggest what he would teach Dumbledore tonight. The round office was no different from usual: delicate silver utensils sat on long-legged tables, spitting out puffs of smoke and humming; Portraits of past principals doze off in their frames; Dumbledore's extraordinarily beautiful Phoenix Fawkes was watching Harry with interest from his perch. It seemed that Dumbledore did not have a place to practice dueling.

"Harry, then," Dumbledore said methodically. "I'm sure you've always wanted to know what my course has in store for you, to use a nice word?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, I think it's time to tell you something, now that you know what prompted Voldemort to try to kill you 15 years ago." He paused.

"You said you were going to tell me everything at the end of last semester," Harry said. It was hard for him to hide the accusations in his voice. "Professor," he added.

"So I did," Dumbledore said calmly. "I told you everything I knew. From then on, Harry, I could have been just as wrong as Humphrey Belcher, and he even believed that people would buy his crucibles made of cheese. ”

"But you think you're right?" Harry said.

"Yes, of course, but as you've seen, I'm going to make the same mistake as that guy. In fact, as someone who is smarter than most people, my mistakes are correspondingly greater. ”

"Professor," Harry said tentatively, "is what you're going to tell me have anything to do with that prophecy?" It will help me...... Survived? ”

"It has a lot to do with prophecy," Dumbledore said casually as if Harry was asking him about tomorrow's weather, "and I certainly hope it will help you survive." Dumbledore stood up, and he walked around the table and past Harry's side.

From his chair, Harry looked eagerly at Dumbledore, who was bending down to retrieve something from the cupboard by the door.

Then Dumbledore straightened up, holding a shallow stone basin that Harry was familiar with, with strange markings carved into the edges of the stone basin. He placed the meditation basin in front of Harry.

"You look worried." Harry looked at the meditation basin with some apprehension in his eyes. His last experience in this strange device, which stored and displayed memories and thoughts, was enlightening, but it also caused him to be distracted. The last time he had entered the container, he had seen many things he had never dared to even think about. Dumbledore was smiling, though.

"This time, you and I went into the meditation basin...... And, even more differently, with my permission. ”

"Where are we going, Professor?"

"Go back to Bob Ogden," Dumbledore pulled out a crystal bottle from his pocket, containing a spinning silvery-white substance.

"Who is Bob Ogden?"

"He was an employee of the Law Enforcement Division at the time," Dumbledore said. "He died not long ago, but I found him before he died and convinced him to reveal this memory to me. We will accompany him on a business trip. Please stand up, Harry......"

But Dumbledore couldn't seem to pull the cork from the crystal bottle: his injured hand looked stiff and painful.

"Do you want me to come, Professor?"

"It's okay, Harry—" Dumbledore pointed at the bottle with his wand, and the stopper flew out.

"Professor—how did you hurt your hand?" Harry asked again, looking at the blackened fingers with a mixture of disgust and sympathy.

"Now is not the time to tell that story, Harry. It's not time yet. We also had a date with Bob Ogden. Dumbledore poured the silver substance from the bottle into the meditation basin, and they began to spin and glow faintly, appearing to be neither liquid nor gas.

"I'm after you," Dumbley gestured to the basin.

Harry bent forward, took a deep breath, and dipped his face in the silver substance. He felt his feet leave the office floor; It was falling, falling, through a swirling darkness, and then, blinking in the bright sunlight, adjusting, Dumbledore then reached his side.

They stood on a country road surrounded by a high, unkempt hedge wall of bushes. The bright sky is as blue as forget-me-not. Ten feet in front of them stood a short, fat man with thick glasses that made his eyes look like mole spots. He was looking at a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorns on the left side of the road. Harry knew it had to be Ogden; He was the only one in sight, and he was wearing the same strange clothes that inexperienced wizards used to wear when trying to dress up as Muggles: this time, a men's gown and a pair of high boots over a striped one-piece swimsuit. However, as soon as Harry remembered his strange appearance, Ogden set off along the path with brisk steps.

Dumbledore and Harry followed him. As they walked past the wooden sign, Harry looked at the two signs on it. One pointed behind them, the same path they had taken, and wrote, "Great Hangleston, 5 miles." The other pointed to Ogden, which read: "Little Hangleton, 1 mile".

They walked a short distance, except to see the hedges on either side and the vast blue sky overhead, the man in front of them who walked in a men's dress, and then the path turned to the left and disappeared before them, and they found themselves standing on a steep hillside, and the whole valley suddenly appeared in front of them. Harry saw a small village, undoubtedly Little Hangleton, between two steep hills, with a clear view of its church and cemetery. Across the valley, on the opposite hillside there is a beautiful estate, surrounded by wide green velvet lawns.

The slope was so steep that Ogden had to trot down the slope. Dumbledore took a big stride as well, and Harry hurried to follow. He thought little Hangleton was their destination, and began to wonder why they had come from so far as he had been on the day of their visit to Slahhorn. However, it wasn't long before he realized he was wrong.

As soon as the path winded to the right, they saw Ogden's gown disappear into a gap in the hedge.

Dumbledore followed him into a dirty path, the hedgerows on either side of which were taller and more chaotic than before. The curvy path was potholed with stones, as steep as the slope before, and looked like it led to a grove of trees below them. Sure enough, Xiaodao immediately took them to the woods. Ogden stopped, drew his wand, and Dumbledore and Harry stopped behind him.