"Alajo Cave Open—"

Linde waved her wand quietly, and a faint glow emanated from between the wands.

Click!

The lock cylinder was twisted open by an inexplicable force, and Linde hurriedly opened the classroom door and rushed into the Potions classroom.

The pungent smell suddenly entered his nose, and honestly, he couldn't get used to the smell no matter how many times he smelled it.

He came to the two solid wood cabinets in the corner, both of which were filled with miscellaneous items, and if he was right, the book should have been in them by now.

Using the lock-picking charm again, Linde first opened a cabinet. There was a long-lasting stench in the crucibles, and there was no liquid in it, but a layer of brown dirt, and I don't know what kind of potion it originally contained, or maybe it wasn't a potion at all.

There are also brass balances, some deformed French codes. He had everything, but he didn't see the book he wanted.

Then he did the same, rummaging through the other cabinets. Finally found the book he wanted in a cabinet drawer.

"Advanced Potions Making", by Liberasius Polage. The book looked extremely worn, with many gaps in the edges of the pages and pages in the corners.

Linde opened the book cover, and underneath it, Juanxiu's dense small print was written: This book belongs to the half-blood prince.

Rather than rush to read the contents of the book, Lind took it into his robe, carefully put everything in its place, and then tiptoed out of the Potions classroom to the Room of Need.

"Deadbolt seals the throat.

The toe batter, this one looks like a variant of the incisor batter.

The silent simplification spell that hung the bell upside down was optimized by Snape to allow Harry to cast it successfully the first time he used it, which was awesome.

Close your earbuds and listen! Linde looked through it and praised again and again, Snape is really amazing!

"Found it—" Linde's fingers ran over the page.

"Blade without a shadow! All I want is you. ”

Linde looked at the main points of this spell word by word, Snape wrote it in great detail, his handwriting was small and neat when he was young, let alone Harry, no one would have thought that this half-blood prince would be Snape.

Lind wielded the transfiguration wand and waved it as she corrected her pronunciation.

After half a day of practice, Linde felt that he should be able to cast the spell successfully, and he stood up in front of the puppet.

"Blade is gone—"

The magic surged out along the wand, but it seemed to be hindered between the wands, and Linde didn't care what the hell he was releasing it, and directly put on an armor to protect himself with his backhand.

The puppet was hit, shook for a moment, and then stopped again.

"Whew! Thankfully, nothing happened. Finally, the wand waved a little hastily," Lind breathed a sigh of relief.

One more time.

"Blade is gone—"

This time it was even stranger, a puff of green smoke came out of the tip of his staff.

Failed again.

But this was also expected by him. Even aside from the talent factor, Harry's success in using Blade for the first time is inseparable from the foundation of spell casting that has been laid over the years, the proficiency in mastering the wand, the mastery of magic power, and so on.

Lind straightened up and raised her wand again......

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"I should have started revision a long time ago, and now I'm only eight weeks away from the end of the semester." Hermione said as she sat in the Gryffindor common room.

After spending most of the year together, Hermione, Ron and Harry have already formed a deep friendship, and Jane has always had a good relationship with Harry Ron because she has always had a good relationship with Hermione. But Ron still doesn't know who beat him up that night.

Neither Hermione nor Jane said anything.

In the corner of the lounge, Linde sat expressionlessly on the sofa, facing the corner, Linde crossed Erlang's legs, and on his lap was a brand new copy of "Standard Spell: Level 3", of course, his cover was wrapped by Linde with other things.

A week ago, Lind had officially completed his self-study of Standard Spell: Level 2, which to be honest was unexpected, and seemed to be due to his own Occlumency practice at Professor Snape's request.

It's as if robots are always better at standardizing things, and the repression of his own emotions makes him feel like a god when analyzing spell tricks and summarizing the reasons for failure.

And the emotions that are usually suppressed will pour out like a torrent when casting spells, and his spells are much more powerful.

Linde still maintains a confident mindset about self-study of Standard Spells: Level 3, although at Level 3, the study of spells begins to deepen, and is no longer limited to just teaching you how to successfully cast a spell.

The theories of magic in the book were numerous and difficult to systematize, and Lindh was considering whether to encourage Professor Flitwick to compile a textbook of his own. It would certainly be much better for him to write the book than the one he is using now.

But his self-confidence comes from the Charms Club, and the weekly Friday assembly is an eye-opener for him. The improvement of his vision was very helpful when he sorted out the theoretical system of third-level spells.

The book that Lind had spread out hadn't been turned over for a long time, and his ears glowed with a faint glow that was hard to spot.

It's a mantra that increases hearing. During this time, he never stopped exploring the Forbidden Forest, and his relationship with Hagrid was much more involved.

Hogwarts is not so strict about the management of the Forbidden Forest, and in the original book, Luna herself will walk barefoot in the Forbidden Forest and make friends with many small animals.

And Linde also went into the Forbidden Forest many times under the leadership of Hagrid in the name of learning about magical beasts, and learned a lot of terrain. Now he has a map of the Forbidden Forest that he has drawn in his pocket.

After listening for a while, he realized that Hermione was either shouting about Harry and Ron studying or muttering that he didn't understand enough there, and he didn't think it was interesting and walked up.

When everyone in the dormitory had gone to sleep, Linde put on his black robe again. Get out of the dormitory.

He was about to descend the spiral staircase, only to notice two elongated figures in the common room below, which looked like they were made in front of a table.

Linde is not surprised by this kind of thing, even in a big and rough gathering place like Gryffindor, there will always be people who don't want to sleep every once in a while, and suddenly want to come to the lounge to spread out a book to read at night, but they crawl directly in the lounge and fall asleep.

Normally, in this case, the big deal is to go back to sleep as a pastime.

Today, as usual, Linde was about to walk back when he heard a pleasant creaking.

The opening in the common room was opened. Then Lind heard a familiar voice, from Jane Devoe.

"Stay away from me, you stink. Here, Harry, your cloak of invisibility. ”

"It bit me!" Ron said.

"I couldn't hold a pen for a week. Let me tell you, the dragon is the most terrifying animal I've ever seen, but the way Hagrid treats it, you think it's a fluffy bunny. After it bit me, Hagrid wouldn't let me scare it. As I left, I heard him singing a lullaby. ”

"This thing is so horrible that it's only been a long time since it broke its shell, and it's actually started to eat a whole box of meat." Jane also complained that it seemed that she was not bitten.

Linde crouched cautiously on the spiral staircase and listened to them.

There was a lapping sound in the dark window.

"It's Hedwig!" Harry said, hurrying over and letting it in, "It must have brought Charlie's reply!" ”

"Charlie! It looks like it won't be long before the dragon is gone! Linde pondered silently in his heart.

Lind hadn't seen the dragon yet, and although he and Hagrid were on good terms now, Hagrid hadn't revealed it to him. It may be that he thinks he knows enough people.

Next, there were some rustling sounds below.

"They'll come and take Noble at midnight on Saturday, and we'll go tell Hagrid tomorrow!" He has three more days to cherish! Though I'd like that thing to disappear from Hogwarts right now. Jane said unceremoniously. Honestly, she really doesn't look like a woman sometimes.