Harry stared at the contents of Hermione's cauldron dumbfounded, he wanted to convince himself that it was a pot of water, but looking at Hermione's calm face, it was just his own wishful thinking.

Moreover, Professor Slughorn's reaction also gave the answer.

"Excellent, brilliant!" He took out the small bottle containing the elixir and shouted excitedly, "Undisputed winner!" Oh my God, it's unbelievable! ”

"Here, take it, you deserve it!"

Hermione took the elixir and shook it and put it in her pocket. Slughorn put away his excitement a little, and reassured Harry, "You've done a good job, Harry, and you can see that you've inherited your mother's talent for potions, and you can do it with a little more time." ”

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry was very happy with Professor Slughorn's praise, but what made him even happier was the four Slytherins, especially Malfoy's annoyed faces at this moment.

He was even happier than he had won the Quidditch trophy.

"Great, did you just see Malfoy's face? I dare say he wants that elixir so much! As he left the classroom, Ron said happily as he walked.

Aside from Malfoy, he didn't care who could get the potion, not to mention that the final winner was the expected Hermione.

It's just that I didn't expect Harry's potion level to be so high, obviously he was about the same as him before.

"Harry, how did you do that?" Thinking of it, Ron naturally asked.

"Probably luck......," Harry replied casually, his peripheral vision of Malfoy standing not far away, and the secret could not be told to him. It wasn't until dinner, surrounded by Gryffindor's own people, that Harry told Hermione and Ron the truth.

"I heard you right! Do you always follow the instructions of a book? Ginny, who was also nearby, heard Harry's words and immediately interjected, "Have you forgotten what your mother said, be careful with everything......

"It's just an old textbook that has been scribbled, Ginny, nothing to worry about." Harry looked unimpressed, but no one else saw it that way except for him and Ron.

"Check it out, Harry, just in case." Hermione persuaded, and Harry thought about it and decided it would be okay to give it a try.

Taking out the old textbook from her backpack and placing it on the table, Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at it, whispering, "The prototype appears!" ”

A soft white light fell on the textbook, but nothing happened.

"No problem." Hermione came to a conclusion, and the others had no objection, they believed in Hermione's magic level.

"I'll just say, it's just an old textbook." Harry happily put the textbook back in his backpack and patted it on it.

For the rest of the week's Potions lessons, Harry had been following the steps in his old textbook, and each time he was praised by Professor Slughorn. However, Hermione was a little better than him as always, which made her Slughorn's "favorite" student.

Harry wasn't jealous, and he took it for granted that Hermione was better than him. But at the same time, he also discovered a strange thing - Hermione's steps in handling potions were exactly the same as his!

Hermione hadn't read the book since she took it out for Hermione to test that day, and Harry showed it to Ron, but he couldn't make out the handwriting on it, so he just looked at it a few times and returned it.

However, Harry also knew the owner of the textbook, and he found a small line on the back cover: This book belongs to the half-blood prince.

"Half-blood prince? Haven't heard of it. ”

On Saturday night, Harry told Hermione and Ron about it, wanting to get a ...... from both of them It was mainly Hermione who got an answer, but Hermione thought about it for a long time, and she didn't think of any Potions Master with the nickname of the Half-Blood Prince.

"The original owner of this textbook must have been an outstanding potions master." Ron interjected.

"Of course I know, he's improved the potion making process!" Harry said, but his eyes kept on Hermione.

After hesitating in my heart for a long time, I asked softly, "Hermione, there is one thing that I am puzzled about, you ......"

"You're trying to ask why I have the exact same steps as you do to make potions, right?" Hermione put down the quill in her hand, glanced up at Harry, and lowered it again.

"You won't want to know, Harry."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Hermione didn't stop, still doing her homework seriously, but she couldn't stand Harry's constant questioning and Ron's encouragement.

Finally, he was a little annoyed by the question, and replied, "Ike's notes are here, and those steps are on it." ”

"Stride?!" Harry was startled, and was about to say something when Ron got ahead of him.

"What's wrong with you? And, why is it the same as this 'half-blood prince'? ”

"Could he be the half-blood prince? That's impossible! ”

"Of course he wasn't." Hermione said, "Harry's textbook is obviously decades old, how could it be!" ”

"Yes." Harry nodded subconsciously in response, but then reacted, "But Hermione, why are they all so similar?" ”

"I don't know, maybe the outstanding people are the same in some ways."

Harry was silent, tempted to refute Hermione's words, such as that Stred's traitor couldn't do that or something, but he couldn't.

Everyone has to admit that Stryde is the best of their class, and perhaps the best in recent years.

He didn't say anything, but Ron did. Since the events of the first day of school, Ron's feelings for Ike have changed from hostility to hatred, and even a little pathological, extremely opposed to everything good about Ike.

Hermione's choice was to ignore this and go back to the dorm with her homework. Anyway, now Ron's temper comes and goes so fast that he forgets about it the next day.

The trick toys that Hermione confiscated played a crucial role in this matter.

"Alright, Ron." Harry grabbed Ron, who was still about to say something, and shoved back the trick toy he had just dropped to the ground, "It's almost eight, I have to go, Ron, Dumbledore's going to be late." ”

"Well, all the best." Ron was stunned for a moment before sending his blessing to Harry with a smile on his face.

"Well, wait for my good news!" Harry packed up his things and slipped into the portrait hole with his backpack on his back. When he turned back as he was leaving, Ron was completely immersed in the toy.