Chapter 1,129

Deceiving Hagrid, in fact, Fanlin did it with peace of mind.

Otherwise, with Hagrid's mood, it would be really difficult to accept being completely abandoned by his best friend...

Hagrid's N.E.W.T class is really a bit bleak. Most people did not choose the Care of Magical Creatures course. Although you can indeed see some people you don't usually see in Hagrid's place, but more, this is a kind of torture.

If the four of them go, Fanlin doubts whether Hagrid will lead Grawp out of the Forbidden Forest, or lead them in?

There were only a few students anyway, so it was very possible for them to teach Gralop how to tie his shoes, and Hagrid would definitely make shoes as big as Gralop's feet.

After dealing with Hagrid, Fanlin only had one problem left.

Where is Dumbledore and what is he doing? In the following weeks, Fanlin only met the principal twice.

He barely showed up during the meal, and there was a lot going on there with Nicoléme? But... Fan Lin feels a little abandoned now. Just like the old Harry, who is now placed in Hogwarts and has a black eye?

Harry obviously felt even more uneasy, because Dumbledore promised Harry to give him some private tutoring, but in fact, it was just some memory reading.

Mid-October was the first weekend of the semester to go to Hogsmeade.

This made Harry a little confused as to why they were still allowed to go to Hogsmeade now. This undoubtedly made the security measures around the school even tighter, but he was still happy to go; after all, it was still exciting to get out of the castle for a few hours. A pleasant thing.

Harry woke up very early on the day he went to Hogsmeade. It was windy and rainy outside, so he had to read "Advanced Potion Preparation" to pass the time before breakfast. He didn't usually lie in bed and read; that kind of behavior was considered normal by Ron only if it happened to Hermione or Verlin, because they were both so weird in nature.

But having said that, Harry felt that the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Preparation" could not be regarded as a qualified textbook. The more Harry delved into this book, the more he discovered that there were so many things hidden in it. Not only were there potion-making tips and convenient shortcuts that would earn him a reputation with Slughorn, but there were also many fictitious little things. Spells were scrawled in the margins of the book, and Harry was sure the prince had invented them himself, as there were many omissions.

In fact, Harry had already experimented with several spells invented by the princes. There's a spell that makes toenails grow incredibly fast (he's already tried it on Clara, with hilarious results); and a spell that makes tongues stick to the roof of the mouth (he's already used it twice on an unsuspecting Filch). Passed, to everyone's applause); and perhaps the most useful spell - Whisper, which fills the ears of anyone nearby with an unidentifiable buzzing sound, so that they can be heard in class Chat for a long time without being heard.

The only one who wasn't interested was Hermione, who maintained a staunch disapproval throughout and refused to talk to Harry if he used the Whispering Charm on anyone around him.

Fanlin was very interested in these spells. In fact, Harry was surprised to find that Fanlin knew most of the spells above. This greatly facilitated Harry's experiments with magic spells, and using Fanlin Lin's explanation is probably the effect of analogy.

Harry sat on the bed and turned the book over to look more closely at the instructions for a spell scrawled in the book that seemed to trouble the prince. It was deleted and changed many times, but in the end, a few scrawled words were barely crammed into the corner of this page: The Upside Down Golden Bell (silent) The wind and rain outside were beating mercilessly on the window, and Neville was ringing loudly. Snoring, Harry stared at the words in brackets.

Silent...that must mean the silent spell. Harry seriously doubted he could master the spell; he was currently having some difficulty with silent spells, and Snape taught them too quickly in every Defense Against the Dark Arts class. On the other hand, as things stand now, the prince has proven that he is a better teacher than Snape. He flicked the wand upwards aimlessly and said in his mind, 'The golden clock! ’.

"Ah——!" There was a flash of light, and the house was filled with shouts: Ron's shout woke everyone up. Harry threw away Advanced Potion Preparation in panic; Ron was hung precariously upside down, as if an invisible hook had caught his ankle.

"I'm sorry!" Harry shouted, Dean and Seamus laughed wildly, and Neville, who had just fallen off the bed and onto the floor, was getting back up.

"Hang on for a while, I'll take you..."

"The curse stops..." Fan Lin pointed with his wand, and there was another flash of light, and Ron fell back on the bed.

"I'm sorry," Harry repeated quietly, while Dean and Seamus continued to laugh wildly.

"Oh, this is a good way to wake up, but my head is a little congested..." Ron collapsed on the bed in a daze.

"You are experimenting with your spell again, Harry..." Fan Lin said helplessly, and then tried to get up from his bed. However, this was obviously not an easy task.

Thunderstorm weather is really only suitable for sleeping.

"Oh, I'm just... some small experiments." Harry said awkwardly, but even though it was an unintentional experiment on Ron, it also made Harry feel guilty.

Maybe use Fanlin next time?

"Oh, okay..." Fan Lin stretched, "But I think we should go to Hogsmeade. The weather outside has cleared up."

…

"...Then there was another flash of light and I was back in bed!" Ron grinned and picked up a few more sausages for himself. Ron found Harry's new spell very interesting, and he also found it very interesting. Very practical, isn't it...

Hermione never smiled, her expression was cold, and she looked at Harry disapprovingly.

"This spell happens to be in your potion book?" she asked.

Harry frowned at her. "You always have to jump to the worst conclusions, don't you?"

"Is that so?"

"Um...that's right, yes, so what?"

"So you want to test this unknown handwritten spell and see what happens?"

"So what if it's handwritten?" Harry didn't want to answer the rest of the question.

"Because it's probably not approved by the Ministry of Magic," Hermione said. "And," she added.

"Oh, yes, this is illegal, but the spell is safe. In fact, nothing will happen to it." Fan Lin said

"You know again?" Hermione squinted at Fan Lin.

"It's a joke!" Harry quickly picked it up, "It's just a joke, Hermione, that's all!"

"Hang someone upside down by their ankles?" Hermione said. "Who would put the effort into inventing a spell like that?"

"Fred and George," Ron shrugged, "that's what they do. And, uh-"

"My dad," Harry said. He just remembered.

"What?" Fan Lin asked.

"My dad used this spell," Harry said. "I-Lupin told me."

That last part was a lie; in fact, Harry had seen his father use this spell on Snape, but he had never told anyone about his experience in the Pensieve. And now a wonderful possibility occurred to him. Could this half-blood prince be—?

"Maybe your dad did use it, Harry," said Hermione, "but he wasn't the only one. We've seen a bunch of people use that spell, if you remember. Hang people upside down in the air. Jean was still sleeping They floated helplessly."

Harry stared at her. He remembered what the Death Eaters had done at the Quidditch World Cup.

"That's different," Ron said roughly. "That's nonsense. Harry and his dad were just joking. You don't like that prince, Hermione," he went on, pointing a sausage sternly at Hermione, "because he's better at Potions than you are. Learn well——”

"It has nothing to do with that!" Hermione blushed. "I just think it's irresponsible for you to cast spells when you don't know what they do. And don't be a 'prince', as if he is really a prince. I bet that one It’s just a stupid nickname, and I don’t think he is a good person at all!”

"I don't know how you can think that," Harry said angrily. "If he was really a Death Eater, he would be bragging about his 'pure blood', wouldn't he?"

As he was saying this, it occurred to Harry that his father was a pure-blood, but he pushed the thought out of his mind; there was no time to think about it now...

However, Fan Lin looked at Harry in surprise. Apparently, Harry had misunderstood something.

But in fact, Harry's words were infinitely close to the truth.

Snape is a Death Eater. Snape has never denied this. If it weren't for Lily...

"Death Eaters can't all be pure blood. There are not many pure blood wizards left now," Hermione said stubbornly. "I think most of them are half-bloods, just pretending to be pure-bloods. They only hate Muggle-born people. If you and Ron join, they will welcome you."

"They can't make me a Death Eater!" Ron said angrily, and a small piece of sausage flew from the fork Ron was waving, hitting Ernie Macmillan in the head. "Our whole family are blood traitors, which is as hateful to a Death Eater as a Muggle-born."

"They were more than willing to have me," Harry said sarcastically. "We'd be best mates if they didn't keep trying to kill me."

"If not, I think Tom's face will be ugly." Fan Lin said, "Anyway, Hermione and I don't need it."

"Oh, this is really a lucky thing." Hermione concluded the topic, "After all, no one wants to become crazy."

Then, before Hermione could start talking about the book again, Ginny's arrival completely disrupted the rhythm of Ginny's criticism.

"Hey Harry, I'm here to give you this." It was a roll of parchment with Harry's name written on it in a familiar thin and slanted hand.

"Thank you, Ginny... it's Dumbledore's next lesson!" Harry said, unfolding the parchment and quickly scanning the contents. "Monday night!"

He suddenly felt a burst of relief and happiness. "Want to come to Hogsmeade with us, Ginny?"

"I'm going with Dean - maybe I'll run into you there," she replied, waving to them as she left.

"Wait, you're not here." Hermione frowned, "Dumbledore only asked Harry to go by himself."

"Really?" Harry looked at Dumbledore's note again, and sure enough, Fanlin's name did not appear on it.

"Maybe Dumbledore has other arrangements." Fan Lin thought for a moment, "Maybe I will leave Hogwarts for a while."

"Where to go?"

"I don't know, maybe it's Nicolas Flamel's place." Fan Lin thought for a while, but Dumbledore didn't let him continue to go to his office with Harry for class. Obviously, Nicolas Flamel's place has made great progress, maybe Will he be able to get to Nicoléme immediately?

"However, I think we can go to Hogsmeade for a walk now, Hermione..."

Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the list of people allowed to go to Hogsmeade. The process took longer than before, as Filch searched each person three times with the sniffer.

"What does it matter if we take out the Dark Arts stuff?" Ron asked, staring worriedly at the slender probe.

"You should definitely check what we're bringing in."

As a price for talking too much, Ron's face was poked a few times by the spy, and he still seemed a little timid when they set off into the storm.

This is indeed a very bad thing. Within half a minute of walking out of the door, it started to rain again. This setting looks like a joke, maybe a thunder...

Um……

The drive to Hogsmeade was not pleasant.

Hermione wrapped a scarf around the lower part of her face; the exposed parts immediately became numb from the cold.

This was indeed a bad thing. For this reason, Fanlin had to help Hermione maintain her body temperature. However, it turned out that the effect of the warming spell was really limited in a cold environment.

Fanlin had to use his body to block Hermione. As for Harry and Ron...

The road leading to the village was full of students who almost folded their bodies in half to avoid the biting cold wind.

This made Harry miss the warm time in the common room more than once, especially after seeing Fanlin completely give up on them, this thought grew wantonly in Harry's mind.

"Why don't we use Ye Qi's carriage?" Harry opened his mouth, and then a breath of cold wind came in.

"If there is one now." Fan Lin said helplessly, "It doesn't seem like a good decision to come out today."

And when they finally arrived in Hogsmeade, they found that Zuko's Joke Shop was boarded up with wooden bars. This situation was undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue for everyone.

There are only so many places you can go in Hogsmeade, and fortunately, not all shops are closed.

Fan Lin pointed at Honeydukes with thick gloves (it was still open mercifully), so a few people followed Fan Lin into the crowded shop. (To be continued)