When Harry got his hands on Advanced Potions Making, he was like a god.

This made Hermione and Ron very unhappy.

Hermione's displeasure was that Harry was cheating.

Ron's displeasure was that he couldn't make out the handwriting on it, which led to his grades not rising.

During this period, the book was also robbed by Ginny and Hermione, especially Ginny.

As soon as she heard Harry follow the words in a notebook, she immediately recalled Tom Riddle's diary.

After the two of them join forces to snatch it, they immediately use magic on it to detect if there is a problem.

But this is not a magic prop, the only thing special is the notes recorded on it.

With so much homework, Harry hadn't been able to read it carefully.

But he roughly flipped through it and found that almost every page had two different handwritings on it.

One is to correct the method in the book, and the other is to add the efficacy of the potion on top of it.

Saturday.

"Half-blood prince, who is the half-blood prince?"

Harry sat on the couch in the common room, looking at the name on the book and asking Miss Hermione, a jack-of-all-trades.

"Maybe it's a woman," said an irritated Hermione, impatiently, "or maybe it's a girl, I don't think the note is like a boy's, more like a girl's." ”

"His name is 'Half-Blood Prince,'" Harry said after a moment's thought, "and the second one might be. ”

Hermione was speechless, she frowned, "There are two masters to this book?" ”

She pulled out Harry's book and looked at it, staring at the different handwriting.

"I don't recognize it." Hermione looked at the second line, feeling familiar, but not like that.

"It's almost five o'clock at eight, I need to hurry up."

Harry was in a hurry to get his book back, he was going to Dumbledore's.

The three of them could never have imagined that Dumbledore would become the gatekeeper.

Sirius had told them the news, and Harry needed to get there for class.

Harry was much more cheerful, and that had nothing to do with Sirius.

The father and son are in the same school and interact often during classes.

To be honest, it's so good that people are a little jealous.

Ron hesitated and extended an invitation to Hermione, "Hermione, are you going to the library?" ”

"No," Hermione got up and walked up the stairs, "my runivan homework isn't done yet." ”

Ron was a little lost after Hermione left.

...

Although there are fewer classes in the sixth grade, there is no shortage of homework at all.

In the auditorium, Slytherin's hourglass of points visibly grew.

Now it's on par with Gryffindor.

"Snape hasn't been there for weeks." Malfoy grumbled, "How long do we have to see how long Potter is in power?" ”

"He's always wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor," John said casually, stirring the slimy rice porridge, "he should have been the right guy too." ”

"And Professor Slughorn has found someone else, and he's still the person he hates the most."

John could only say that Snape could endure it, and I was afraid that Dumbledore would have to help.

Slughorn made a few cameo appearances in Potions classes, and if he continued, he would probably become the resident Potions Professor.

Harry's performance intrigued Slughorn immensely, which was why he continued to teach.

"I remember he wasn't that good at potions." Malfoy said maliciously, "He must have drunk the elixir, and the blind cat met the dead mouse." ”

As he spoke, Malfoy looked at John expectantly, as if he wanted a bottle of elixir.

John glanced at him and said, "If you win the Academy Cup, I'll give you a bottle." ”

"It's a deal!" Malfoy immediately agreed.

At lunchtime, John handed Daphne the translated high-grade rune.

The above has been translated by him.

John went to the principal's office.

On his way to the Headmaster's office, he rubs shoulders with Harry and Ron.

They were on their way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Harry?" Ron saw that Harry was not moving and called out to him.

Harry looked in the direction John was heading and muttered to himself, "That's the direction to the Headmaster's office." ”

Ron called Harry twice, and Harry finally came to his senses.

He hesitated for a moment, but went to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office with Ron.

And John had already walked through the dripping beast at the door and into the principal's office.

It looked very different from when Dumbledore was in power.

The floor was covered with a soft carpet, and Slughorn was enjoying candied pineapple without class.

"Oh, John." Slughorn was glad to see John looking for him, and shared him with the pineapple preserves.

"Ambrosieu Froome always knows what I'm thinking, and his candy box is a very much in line with the public's taste."

An octagonal red gift box was taken out of the drawer, and Slughorn twisted it slightly, revealing eight different snacks when the box opened.

Slughorn took out a chocolate ball from it and gave it to John.

His caution with John is like that of a collector carefully wiping fragile ceramics.

Slughorn didn't even have to ask John why he came, he would be happy if John came.

"I'm disappointed not to meet you in Potions class," Slughorn said, "You must be doing some research, right?" ”

"Yes, Professor," John chuckled as he took a bite of the chocolate ball, syrup flowing from the filling, "do you remember the question I asked on the train?" ”

"That's an impressive question," Slughorn intrigued, "and you're doing that experiment?" ”

"But, kid, the audience for that experiment was like a blood spell."

Slughorn wanted to convince John to change his research project, as Bloodborne was nowhere near as popular as werewolves.

John shook his head and said, "This research project is not about meaning, but about the exploration of knowledge. ”

Slughorn was in a trance.

"I'm here to invite professors to conduct experiments together, just like me and Damo Alex."

John invites Slughorn to study together, much to Slughorn's surprise.

But being able to teach such a genius made Slughorn's heart flutter.

After a brief thought, he agreed.

It's not a bad project, it's healing.

...

By the time John left the principal's office, it was already class time.

Harry meets John again, which makes Harry a little absent-minded.

Not even Hermione could be heard.

"Harry!"

"Huh?"

Hermione called out to him before he could react.

Hermione took a deep breath and endured it at the thought that this was the child she had raised.

"We'll have to go and explain it to Hagrid." As she was eating breakfast on Saturday, Hermione said as she looked up at Hagrid's empty spot.

"There's a Quidditch tryout this morning!" Ron said, "And I'm going to practice the Spell of Water Like a Fountain assigned by Charms class!" ”

"Besides, what's there to explain? We can't tell him we hate his stupid course! ”

Ron didn't really want to go over, and Hermione retorted, "We don't hate it!" ”

"That's what you said, I haven't forgotten those fried snails." Ron said with a sad face, "It's a fluke that we were able to escape, you didn't hear him talk about his stupid brother, and if we stayed in class, we might be teaching Glopp how to tie his shoes right now." ”

Hermione couldn't refute this, after all, Hagrid had always been unable to distinguish the difference between ordinary people and half-giants.

"I don't want to talk to Hagrid." Hermione said sadly.

"Then we'll wait until the Quidditch Tryouts are over." Harry comforted her.

He misses Hagrid too, but he and Ron have one idea that it would be better not to deal with Grope for the rest of his life.

What's more, Quidditch tryouts are held in the morning.

"With so many people applying, the tryouts may take a morning."

That was Harry's first obstacle when he became captain, and he was a little nervous: "I don't know why the team has suddenly become so popular. ”

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione said impatiently, "It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's you, you've never been so popular as you are now, they're all here for you!" ”

She told the truth, and Harry suddenly felt uncomfortably hot in the auditorium.

Just then, Malfoy walked in.

"Yo, isn't this a 'savior star'? Potter, do you know how to get into the arms of your godfather and cry after losing the game? ”

Malfoy imitated Harry and laughed, "Or is your godfather going to cry with you?" ”

At this moment, Harry almost rushed over to fight him.

...

Some people died, but not completely......