Chapter 1,126

In fact, Harry felt that everything that happened in Potions class was a bit dreamy until now, but this did not prevent him from following the method in the book.

It can be said that this should be trust.

Fan Lin also studied the notebook carefully. Even though he and Snape were familiar with each other, Fan Lin had to complain about Snape's handwriting. It was like ants crawling. It was really dense and difficult to read. , but this does not hinder Harry's enthusiasm for this book.

In the next week's Potions class, whenever there was any discrepancy with Rebesius Boric's statement, Harry followed the Half-Blood Prince's instructions and corrected it. So after four consecutive classes, Slaho En was almost overwhelmed by Harry's ability. He even said that he could rarely teach such talented students.

Except for Fanlin, Ron and Hermione were not very happy about this. Although Harry lent the book to them to read together, Ron had a much harder time identifying the handwriting than Harry did, and he didn't dare to let Harry read 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 never as good as the prince's, which made her temper worse and worse.

Fortunately, Fanlin used magic to make a new copy of the book, and secretly helped Hermione make some changes, but the result was still not satisfactory.

Maybe it's just that the girl can't accept it in her heart.

Harry has been wondering who the half-blood prince is. Although the large amount of homework left him no time to read through the "Advanced Potion Preparation", he still briefly browsed it and found that the Half-Blood Prince had left his own notes on almost every page, and not all of them were about magic. Preparation of medicine. Instructions for the spell were written down everywhere and looked like he had made them up himself.

"Maybe it's her," Hermione said grumpily in the common room on Saturday night as Harry pointed out the spells to Ron.

"Maybe a girl. I think the handwriting looks more like a girl's than a boy's."

"His name is the Half-Blood Prince," Harry said. "Which girl is a prince?"

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

Harry hesitated and put the worn copy of "Advanced Potion Preparation" into his bag.

"I think we have to go, five minutes to eight o'clock, otherwise we will be late to go to Dumbledore's place Harry." Fan Lin quickly put an end to the topic about Snape, but in fact, this still cannot be allowed. The girl gets excited.

"Oh——!" Hermione took a breath and immediately looked up at Fan Lin, "I wish you good luck! We are waiting for you to come back, and we want to know what he teaches you!"

"Hope everything goes well," said Ron, as the two of them watched Harry and Verlin slip into the portrait hole.

"Who do you think the Half-Blood Prince will be?" Harry couldn't help but ask. In his opinion, Fanlin would always know something that no one else knew.

"I don't know." Fan Lin said, "Maybe it's someone who is dead, or a former outstanding student of Slughorn. I think the professor should know something, why not ask him."

"Forget it, let him know that I am like this because of this book, I think, this is not a good thing." Harry shook his head, looking a little regretful.

If even Fan Lin didn't know, Harry couldn't think of where to find the answer he wanted.

Harry and Fanlin were walking in the deserted corridor. Professor Trauni suddenly appeared at a corner. Harry reflexively ducked and hid behind a statue.

This left Fanlin speechless.

No matter how you look at it, both of them have a guilty conscience.

She was shuffling a deck of dirty-looking playing cards and mumbling something. "Two of Spades: Conflict of War," she murmured as she walked past the statue where the two men were crouched. "Seven of spades: a bad omen. Ten of spades: atrocities. Jack of spades: a young black man who looks troubled and doesn't like the interrogator—"

She stopped opposite the statue where Harry was hiding.

"Well, this must be wrong," she said irritably, and Harry heard her shuffle the cards vigorously again and set off again, leaving behind only the smell of cooking sherry.

Harry waited until she was gone, then ran all the way to the wall where the stone beast stood in the corridor on the seventh floor.

"What's up with her?"

"Who knew, Professor Trauni has always been like this, there is nothing surprising about it." Fan Lin said, in fact, he has been speeding up his own words, Professor Trauni is not a useless magic stick, but just In terms of normal performance, it's hard to tell whether this is an illusion.

If it were not clear that the prophecy about Voldemort came from Sybil, it would be difficult to imagine what Professor Trauni should rely on to continue teaching at Hogwarts.

"Okay." Harry nodded. He still agreed with Fan Lin's words. Professor Trauni usually looked like a magic stick. This seemed to help her gather those mysterious auras, but in most people's eyes, In his eyes, apart from being silly, there was nothing worthy of praise at all.

"What do you think Dumbledore taught us?" Harry couldn't help but ask, putting aside the Half-Blood Prince for the time being, but even so, Harry still had many things he was curious about.

Like, the future?

"I don't know, but I think since today is the first day, maybe Dumbledore won't teach us too many things, such as the powerful spells Ron mentioned. I don't think so."

"I think so." Harry nodded, "But I'm still curious about what Dumbledore will teach us."

"We won't know until we arrive." Fan Lin took two steps forward, then stopped again.

"However, I can tell you what Dumbledore trained me before."

"Training, you never said that."

"Ah, yes, because it's not necessary. On the other hand, I don't know if this is training." Fan Lin thought of the memory that Dumbledore showed him. It was originally for Harry, but because they were looking for The Horcrux was taken out in advance.

"Is it training? What do you mean?" Harry was a little confused.

"Actually, it's just some memories." Fan Lin said, "It's hard for me to describe, but it does have some important clues about Voldemort and defeating him. It has something to do with Horcruxes..."

"Horcruxes?" Harry repeated. Although he knew the concept of Horcruxes, no one had ever explained more details to him.

Whether it was the quantity or why Voldemort did what he did, Harry only had some vague impressions of it. He only knew that there were fragments of Voldemort's soul in it, and he happened to be able to feel him because he was chosen, or so to speak. , is Voldemort’s destined enemy...

"I think so. This may be Dumbledore's plan to disclose everything to you. I think we should have only searched for details about Voldemort in the depths of memory. This is very useful for finding Voldemort's weaknesses. helpful."

"Okay..." Harry nodded. Although this was not bad, Harry still hoped that Dumbledore could give him more guidance on magic.

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the journey, until they arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office, and the long silence was broken when they saw the stone beast.

"Sour lollipop," Fanlin said. The stone beast jumped to the side; the wall behind it slid to the side, revealing a rotating spiral stone staircase. Fan Lin and Harry walked up, and the staircase led them to rotate smoothly upward until they came to a door with a There is a large door with a brass knocker that leads to Dumbledore's office.

Fanlin knocked on the door.

"Come in," said Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, Professor..."

"Good evening," Fan Lin walked into the principal's office.

"Ah, good evening, Harry and Fanlin. Please take a seat," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I assume you had a good first week back at school?"

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

"You must be busy too. I heard that you have already been given a solitary confinement!" Dumbledore said to Harry with a smile.

To be honest, this kind of joke sounds quite embarrassing. It is a conversation between students and teachers, and the topic of discussion is whether they have been detained or not...

"Uh...," Harry was a little at a loss, but Dumbledore didn't look very harsh.

"I have already negotiated with Professor Snape, and you will go to his place for confinement next week."

"Okay," Harry said, having more pressing matters on his mind than Professor Snape's confinement, he was looking furtively around the room, hoping to find something that might hint at what Dumbledore would teach him tonight.

The round office is no different from usual: exquisite silver utensils are placed on the long-legged table, exhaling bursts of smoke and humming; the portraits of the past principals are dozing in their frames; Dumbledore is beautiful Fawkes, the extraordinary phoenix, was watching Harry with interest from his perch.

It seemed that Dumbledore had not set up a place for dueling practice.

"So, how are you? Professor McGonagall has given me feedback. She has added several important courses for you. I hope this will not have any impact on you."

"Oh, of course, it's nothing!" Fan Lin affirmed. Fan Lin was still in awe of Professor McGonagall. Since Professor McGonagall thought this was necessary, then it was definitely necessary.

"I think so." Dumbledore smiled, as easygoing as ever.

"So, Harry," Dumbledore said methodically. "I'm sure you've been wondering what these - to use a nicer word - courses of mine have in store for you?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, I decided it was time to tell you some information, now that you know what prompted Voldemort to try to kill you five years ago." He paused.

"You said you were going to tell me everything at the end of last term," Harry said. He could hardly hide the accusation in his voice. "Professor," he added.

Listening to the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to tell that Harry still has deep resentment for Dumbledore's decision.

After what happened last term, they only had a brief conversation, and then Harry spent most of the holiday at the Dursleys' house, which was extremely bad for wizards, but in fact, it was also a good place for wizards. A kind of protection for Harry, and the specific reason Harry also knew, it came from the efforts made by his mother in her last days.

However, even so, Voldemort, who was resurrected through Harry's blood, obviously has the ability to touch Harry. It is difficult to say how much meaning there is left in doing so, but Dumbledore still let Harry return to the Dursleys.

This is probably the concept of making the best use of everything.

But it is obviously different now. The super destructive power displayed by Voldemort has reached a level that Dumbledore cannot control. It is just that this power is difficult to control, but for Voldemort, this is not a difficulty. things.

This is a race against time, and there is not much time left for them. Therefore, it is necessary for Dumbledore to respond in advance.

Therefore, there is the training that Dumbledore is talking about now.

It is difficult to figure out what Dumbledore's attitude is now, but it cannot be denied that Voldemort must end Harry's life with his own hands, thus destroying Harry's part of Voldemort.

Although this is a bit cruel, it is very obvious that Harry must experience death.

In fact, if there were a better choice, or if Dumbledore was younger, maybe things would become more... cruel?

Dumbledore would personally end Voldemort's life and all the Horcruxes, including Harry.

It can be said that a few decades ago, Sybil's prophecy was a joke. Dumbledore did not need to bother so much. At the same time, there should not be any death involved. Vampires and the like have been abandoned by the times long ago. Guy.

Fanlin ignored the conversation between the two. It was obvious that Dumbledore came to explain his plan to Harry, although this did not include Harry's death, and the most likely thing was to read it again. There are memories about the Gaunt family, but for Fan Lin, there is no secret in it. Of course, it would be a good thing if there are memories of vampire ancestors. Fan Lin has always been curious about vampires. How did I find something about the God of Death?

As far as mythology and ancestor theory are concerned, vampires are obviously not the product of death's flesh and blood, but various connections...

Forget it, it’s more comfortable to jerk off Fox. Crookshanks is also good, but Hermione is best, with a soft body and graceful figure...

"So I did," Dumbledore said quietly.

"I told you everything I knew. From that moment on we left the solid foundation of fact and traveled together through the dark swamps of memory and the thickets of unfounded speculation. From now on, ha. Leigh, I could have been just as wrong as Humphrey Belcher, who even believed people would buy his cauldron of cheese."

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

"Of course, yes, but as you've seen, I make the same mistakes as that guy. In fact, being - forgive me - smarter than most people, the mistakes are proportionately greater. ”

"Professor," Harry said tentatively, "is what you are going to tell me related to the prophecy? Will it help me... survive?"

"It has a lot to do with the prophecy," Dumbledore said as casually as Harry was asking him about tomorrow's weather. "I certainly hope it helps you survive." (To be continued)