"Hey, Harry, what's wrong?" Van Lin looked at the Advanced Potions Guide in his hand with some consternation, Harry was usually a treasure of this book.

"There's no time to explain......," Harry said, rushing out and slamming the door shut.

Harry ran downstairs to the toilet and slipped Ron's Guide to Advanced Potions into his bag.

A minute later, Harry was back in front of Snape.

Snape didn't say anything, just reached for Harry's school bag. Harry handed it over, gasping for air, his chest aching, but it was hard to hide his nervousness.

Snape couldn't find anything, did he?

One by one, Snape pulled them out and examined them. In the end, the only books left were Potions textbooks, and Snape looked at them very carefully.

"This is your Guide to Advanced Potions, isn't it, Potter?" Snape asked in a cold voice.

"Yes," Harry said, still panting heavily.

"You're sure, aren't you, Potter?"

"Yes," Harry said in defiance.

"Then why," Snape asked coldly, "the name 'Ronald' on the cover of the book?"

Harry's heart seemed to stop beating, and it was a fatal problem that he didn't have time to change......

"That's my nickname," he said, pretending to be calm.

"Your nickname," Snape repeated.

"Right...... That's what my friends call me. Harry said.

"I know what a nickname is," Snape said coldly, "no one would take someone else's name as a nickname, Potter ......"

His cold, dark eyes were fixed on Harry's again.

Harry tried not to look at him, but Snape's eyes looked like magic...... It's magical......

Close your mind...... Close your mind......

Harry's mind kept repeating, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work. He never learned how to do it right.

Occlumency requires the hit to allow himself to empty everything, or rather, to deceive his mind and close his senses, but apparently, Harry can't do it now.

"Do you know what I think, Potter?" said Snape dismissively, "I think you're a liar, so you're locked up by me every Saturday until the end of the semester." ”

"What do you think, Potter?"

"I—I disagree, sir," Harry said, still refusing to look Snape in the eye, but his tone was more firm than ever.

"Very well, then, let's see what you think after your confinement," Snape said, "Saturday morning at six o'clock, Potter. My office. ”

"But sir......" said Harry, looking up in despair, "Quidditch...... Last Race ......"

"Ten o'clock," Snape whispered with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, "poor Gryffindor...... Fourth place this year......"

After that, he left the toilet without saying a word, leaving Harry alone looking at the broken mirror, and he was sure he was feeling a weakness that he had never felt before.

In the common room after an hour......

Hermione said, "I won't say, I told you a long time ago." ”

"Say no more, Hermione. Ron said angrily.

Harry had no appetite at all. He'd just told Vanlin, Hermione, and what had happened to Ginny, but it didn't seem necessary.

The news spread quickly: apparently the weeping myrtle showed up in every toilet in the castle to spread the story.

Harry almost killed Malfoy?

Pansy Parkinson, who was slandering Harry everywhere, had just visited Malfoy in the hospital. Snape told all the staff clearly what had happened.

Harry had just been called out of the common room and endured an extremely unpleasant fifteen minutes with Professor McGonagall, telling him that he was lucky that he would not be expelled, and that she had genuinely agreed to Professor Snape's confinement every Saturday until the end of the semester.

"I told you something was wrong with the prince," Hermione said, and it was obvious that Hermione couldn't stop, "and I'm right, am I?"

"No, I don't think so. Harry said stubbornly.

Even without Hermione's preaching, his situation was bad enough.

When he told them he couldn't play on Saturday, the Gryffindor players had the worst punishment on their faces. He could feel Ginny's eyes on him, but he didn't dare look at her. He didn't want to see any disappointment or irritation. He had just told her that she would be a Seeker on Saturday and that Dean would re-enter the team to replace her as a chaser.

Perhaps, if they win, Dean and Ginny will get back together in the after-game atmosphere...... The thought came to Harry's mind like an ice blade......

"Harry," Hermione said, "how could you hide that book in that spell......"

"Can you stop talking about that book!" said Harry, "the prince just wrote it down. He didn't recommend anyone to use it. As far as we know, he just wrote down what was being used against him. ”

"I don't believe it," Hermione said, "and in fact you're defending ......"

"I'm not defending what I've done!" Harry said quickly, "I wish I hadn't done anything, and not just because I had a bunch of confinement. You know if I knew the power of that spell, I wouldn't have used a spell like that anyway, even against Malfoy, even if he almost snapped my arm...... But you can't blame the prince, he didn't write 'try this, it's great'...... He's just taking notes for himself, isn't he, not for someone else......"

"Are you going to tell me," Hermione said, "you're going back—"

"Go get the book back? yes, I'm going to. Harry said forcefully. "Listen, without the Prince, I would never have gotten the Elixir of Luck. I'll never be able to save Ron, I'll never be—"

"—get the appreciation you don't deserve for your talent in potions. Hermione said.

"Stop, Hermione!" said Ginny. Harry looked up in amazement and gratitude. "It sounds like Malfoy was trying to cast an unforgivable spell, and you should be glad that the contents of Harry's sleeve were still intact. ”

"Of course I'm glad Harry wasn't cursed!" Hermione said, visibly stinged, "but you can't say that Blade Shadowless Charm is good, Ginny, look what that does to him! and I think look at this ...... for you."

"Oh, don't start pretending like you know Quidditch, Hermione," retorted Ginny aloud, "you're only embarrassing yourself. ”

Harry and Van Lin looked at Ginny and Hermione, who had always had a good relationship, with some trepidation, and the two of them were now sitting with their arms crossed, looking at each other from hostile directions.

Ron looked at Harry with some uneasiness, then took a random book and hid it behind his back, as if it were the half-blood prince's notebook, but Ron was only holding his potions textbook.

The corners of Fan Lin's mouth were a little bitter, and he touched the notes of the half-blood prince in his pocket.

Blade without a Shadow......

He had known this black magic for a long time, in the forbidden book area......

But, apparently, he had forgotten to explain to Harry what the spell was and how powerful it was.

With Harry waving his wand indiscriminately, it was a blessing that he hadn't slit Malfoy's throat all at once.

However, it would be better to keep Harry in a restrained manner, so that at least Harry wouldn't be kidnapped from school again.

It can be said that Snape is a kind of protection in disguise, if nothing else, limiting Harry's spare time, which will reduce a lot of trouble.

As for Harry, even though he knew he deserved it, all of a sudden Harry felt incredibly happy, even though none of them said a word that night.

But his ease was short-lived.

Van Lin didn't deceive him?

Of course, the next day he had to endure insults from Slytherin, not to mention the anger of the Gryffindors, as their captain had himself banned from the final game of the season.

By Saturday morning, no matter what he had said to Hermione, Harry would willingly trade all the potions of luck for being able to walk to Quidditch with Ron, Ginny and the others.

But this was doomed to be impossible, no one could participate in the confinement in his place, and even the lucky potion could not solve the problem.

"What else can I say besides sympathy......" Van Lin was a little helpless, but Hermione still didn't recover from her anger.

Ginny is just too much!

Forgetful?

Oh, it's unbearable.

"That's right...... Van Lin, Snape said before...... I mean, Blade, he suspects you taught me......"

"You really should say that. Fan Lin was a little helpless, and with a slight stroke of his fingertips, a neat incision appeared on the floor under his feet.

"That's the spell you used?" Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, "on Malfoy......

"Perhaps......" Harry's heart sank, so it seemed that Malfoy's injuries were much worse than he thought.

"You should figure out what those spells do......"

"Hey, but Vanlin too!" Harry retorted in a somewhat awkward mood.

"Oh, you're two different. Hermione said of course, "Anyway, I hope for a good outcome today." ”

......

It was intolerable to leave the students who were rushing to the sun, all wearing rosettes, hats, shiny flags and scarves, and Harry could only walk down the stone stairs to the basement classroom, walking until the voices of the crowd in the distance faded inaudible, and he knew he couldn't hear a comment or a cheer or a moan.

"Oh, Potter. Snape said as Harry knocked on the door and walked into the unpleasant but familiar office. Although Snape was now teaching at it, the office was not vacant. As usual, the lights were dim, and the same specimens were still in the colorful potions all around. To make matters worse, there were a lot of note-like things on the table where Harry was sitting, and it looked like there was a long, hard, pointless job to be done on it.

"Mr. Filch has been looking for someone to sort through these old papers," Snape said softly, "they are a record of the other wrongdoers at Hogwarts and their punishments. In some places where the ink has become blurry, or the cards have been destroyed by rats, we want you to re-transcribe the crimes and punishments, make sure they are arranged in alphabetical order, and then put them back in the box. Of course...... You can't use magic. ”

"Yes, Professor. Harry said dejectedly, trying to show the greatest amount of contempt in the last three syllables, but that didn't affect Snape's mood at all.

It feels like you're talking to a rock.

The stone in the washroom?

Or a cold black lake? And then there's a greasy layer of moss on top of it.

Or mermaid droppings?

Either way, Harry could only think of these terrible adjectives.

For a moment, the resentment towards Snape rushed to the fixed point.

"I think you can get started," Snape said with a vicious grin. In boxes 1012 to 1056, you'll find some familiar names that should make the quest a little more interesting. Here, you see ......"

Snape pulled a card from the top box and read, "James Potter and Sirius Black." Caught using an illegal spell on Willis Bridge. Willis's head became twice as large. Double confinement. ”

Snape scoffed. "Even though they're dead, the record of their great accomplishments is still there, and it's so comforting. ”

Harry felt his stomach churn again. Biting his tongue to prevent himself from fighting back, he sat down and pulled through a box.

It was, as Harry had thought beforehand, meaningless, boring work. His stomach began to churn regularly (as Snape had planned), which meant that he saw his dad and Sirius names again, usually together for all sorts of trivial crimes, and sometimes Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.

This made Harry feel a little angry.

Perhaps it was because his father had eye problems at the time that pulled Peter into his own circle.

Maybe it's because of the Quidditch outside?

The reason for the latter may be a little greater.

As Harry copied their crimes and punishments, he wondered what was going on out there...... Ginny is competing with Cho as a Seeker at the same time......

A war between an ex-girlfriend and a current girlfriend?

Suddenly, Harry felt a little glad again.

Let yourself compete with Autumn?

Cho is indeed a good Seeker, and then ......

Harry looked at the huge clock on the wall over and over again. It seemed to be twice as slow as a normal clock, did Snee make it go very slowly? He couldn't have been here for half an hour—an hour...... An hour and a half...... When the clock showed half past twelve, Harry's stomach began to rumble.

Snape, who hadn't spoken a word since Harry had started working, finally looked up at 1:10.

"I think that's enough," he said coldly. "Make a mark. It will continue at 60 o'clock next week. ”

"Yes, sir. Harry casually put a crooked card into the box and sprinted out of the office before Snape could change his mind. He ran up the stone stairs, pricking up his ears hoping to hear a little sound from the pitch, but it was all so quiet...... Well, it's over...... He hesitated outside the crowded hall and ran up the marble steps. Regardless of whether Gryffindor wins or loses, the team is always celebrating or grieving in the common room.

"Dragon's liver?" he said to the fat lady, thinking about what he would see inside. The look on her face when she replied was unreadable: "You'll see." ”

She stepped forward. A loud celebratory bang erupted in the hole behind her. When the people saw him, they started screaming, and Harry was dumbfounded. A few hands pushed him in.

"We won!" Ron exclaimed, appearing out of nowhere and handing Harry the silver trophy, "We won! 450 to 140!"