Chapter 1,169

This gave Harry an unreal feeling. He had seen this scene before. To be precise, he had experienced it personally.

He was repeating the same thing as that person, but the difference was that they were not after dinner at some Slug Club, they were just after an ordinary Potions class, and Slughorn now also seemed Somewhat busy.

"Well... come here, now, Harry, you're going to be late for your next class," Slughorn said with a smile, the golden clasps of his dragonskin briefcase clicking shut.

"Sir," Harry said with some urgency, he couldn't help but think of Voldemort, "Actually, uh... I want to ask you some questions."

"Ask as you like, my dear child, as you like..."

Hearing Slughorn's words, Harry couldn't help but retreat. As Hermione said, since Slughorn was covering up his memory, then he asked such a simple question...

Suddenly Harry felt that his future was a little gloomy, but no matter what, Harry felt that he should...

"Uh... Sir, I was wondering if you knew... about the soul fragments?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief after speaking. Well... there should be no problem.

However, Slughorn was stunned. These words obviously had a strong impact on Slughorn. His round face suddenly sank, he licked his lips and said hoarsely, "What did you say?"

"I'm asking if you know anything about the soul fragment, sir, look-" Harry said solemnly, but before Harry could finish, Slughorn interrupted him.

"So, Dumbledore entrusted this... to you?" Slughorn whispered. His voice completely changed, no longer cordial, replaced by shock and fear. He took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his sweating forehead.

"Dumbledore showed you those - those memories, didn't he?" Slughorn asked.

"Yes!" Harry said frankly, thinking it best not to lie on this point.

"Oh, yes, of course, I should have thought of that..." Slughorn said calmly, still gently wiping his pale face. "Of course...well, if you've seen those flashbacks, you'll know, I don't know any..."

"Anything?" Slughorn repeated firmly, "Something about soul fragments."

It looked like Slughorn was about to get angry, but it didn't feel real, and Slughorn felt a little guilty.

Slughorn grabbed his dragonhide briefcase, stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, and walked toward the dungeon classroom door.

"Sir," Harry said disappointedly, "I just thought there might be more memories of them -"

"You?" said Slughorn, "You are wrong, absolutely wrong!"

Slughorn kept shaking his head, as if he wanted to take care of this matter.

After Slughorn said this, before Harry could say anything, he slammed the door to the dungeon classroom.

In fact, neither Fanlin nor Hermione felt sympathy for Harry's description of the harrowing meeting. This was an inevitable result, and Harry thought about it.

What's more, even inviting Slughorn to teach at Hogwarts requires threats, let alone getting Slughorn to admit what he did back then.

For example, tell Tom what Horcruxes are and how to make them?

However, this reason obviously cannot deflect the hatred Harry incurred in Potions class.

Hermione was still aggrieved that Harry didn't do any work in Potions. Ron also resented Harry for not offering him a piece of bezoar.

And Fanlin didn't want to participate in Harry's entire plan at all.

Discuss how to convince Slughorn?

Compared to this, Fanlin felt that there was a simpler and more effective way, but it was obvious that Dumbledore would not use this method, so it was better to leave the trouble to Harry to deal with.

Fanlin has something worse than this.

For example, re-formulate plans about Voldemort. Since Voldemort entered the realm of vampires, he has become increasingly powerful. Moreover, all information about Voldemort has been completely hidden. According to Snape, current activities are basically It was left to Bellatrix to host it. As Voldemort's favorite vampire, Bellatrix's status was obviously extremely high.

After all, didn't Bella and Voldemort have a child...

However, that is probably just a tragedy, just like Voldemort's parents, who was born through a love potion.

Anyway, Fan Lin has heard this statement, otherwise, there are many people who admire Voldemort extremely, but Bellatrix is ​​the only one among all the Death Eaters, and no one dares to do anything to Bella.

By the way, that child should be here very recently. Calculating the time, it seems...

"We would look stupid if we all did that!" Harry said irritably, obviously very dissatisfied with the accusations from several friends, especially when he was trying to reconcile the conflicts between Ron and Hermione. , then why can’t we see two people with such consistent attitudes?

"See, I tried to soften him up so I could ask him about Voldemort, didn't I? Oh, you scorched a knob!" Harry said angrily, and Ron couldn't help himself when he heard that name. A shudder.

Harry was irritated by Ron and Hermione's attitude towards his failure. He spent the next few days thinking about how to deal with Slughorn. Harry decided that before he started again he wanted to make Slughorn think that he had forgotten all about the soul fragment; this could really numb Slughorn and give him a false sense of security.

In fact, when Harry stopped asking Slughorn any questions, the Potions teacher began to treat Harry cordially again, and he seemed to have suppressed the matter in his heart.

Harry began to wait to be invited to Slughorn's small night party, even if the Quidditch training plan was modified, he would attend this time. Unfortunately, there is no such invitation anymore.

Harry discussed with Fanlin, Hermione and (most importantly) Ginny: none of them had received the invitation, even if they only knew about it, but no one had received it.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if Slughorn had not forgotten what happened, so he stopped giving Harry any chance to ask questions.

"I can't find any instructions about soul fragments!" Hermione told Harry, "Not at all! I've looked up all the information and even some books that can teach you how to make the most terrible potions - nothing!" All I can find is this, in Magimostevil's introduction, and listen - the soul fragment is the most evil magical invention, and we can't say or give the usage..."

"I was wondering, why do you say that?" Hermione said helplessly. She slammed the old book shut, and a terrible wail came from the book.

"Oh, shut up," Hermione slammed the book into her bag, obviously dissatisfied with this ignorant book.

In fact, it was still hard for Hermione to forget about Harry using a bezoar in Potions class and doing nothing, which made Hermione feel like a fool.

Rather than being shocked by Harry, it would be better to say that Hermione's previous concepts were impacted.

Malice from Professor Snape decades ago? This made Hermione, who had always believed in books, have considerable doubts about her own outlook on life.

This also made Fan Lin realize one thing. Maybe Hermione will never learn alchemy like Fred and George. Sometimes, Hermione does lack a little imagination. Even if Hermione is good enough, But girls are more willing to believe in the accumulation of experience.

...

The snow on the Quidditch pitches melted with the arrival of February, replaced by cold and wet conditions. Purple-gray clouds hung low over the castle, and a sudden rain made the grass muddy.

It was in this weather that the sixth graders had their first Apparition class in the Great Hall instead of on the field.

Classes were specially scheduled for Saturday mornings so that they would not miss any of their regular classes. When Fanlin, Hermione and Harry arrived at the auditorium (Ron had already gone down with Lavender), they found that the table had long disappeared. Heavy rain washed away the high window glass. In front of the auditorium stood four college deans and a little wizard...

This must be the instructor from the Ministry of Magic. However, Fanlin does not think that this instructor will be any better than the professor at Hogwarts. Fanlin has always had a good impression of the members of the Ministry of Magic who just sleep without doing anything. Quack.

This is probably the long-standing inheritance of teachers at the Ministry of Magic, and for details, we must refer to the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, our lovely Ms. Umbridge.

The instructor had an unusually expressionless face, and his hair was tied into small bundles, as if a breeze could blow him away.

In fact, Fan Lin has been wondering whether he got this job because of his body shape, or whether his body shape determines that he can disappear and then reappear very well.

To a certain extent, the smaller the volume and density, the easier it seems to complete magic like apparation.

"Good morning!" he said when the four deans asked for silence. "My name is Wilcott Edward. I will be your Apparition course instructor in the past two weeks."

"Malfoy, be quiet! Focus!" Professor McGonagall shouted. Everyone turned to look. Malfoy's face turned pink and he strode away from Crabbe looking angry, as if he had just had a quiet argument with Crabbe.

Harry glanced quickly at Snape, who seemed annoyed too.

"I hope you all do well in your exams soon," Edward continued as if he had never been interrupted. "I think you all know that normally you can't apparate in Hogwarts. But the Headmaster is making an exception today - just in this great hall - and we have one hour for you to practice. Should I emphasize that, It would be unwise for you to apparate somewhere other than Hogwarts."

"I want each of you to immediately adjust your position and make sure there is 5 feet of clear space in front of you." People began to take action. Of course, stumbling and bickering are indispensable. Everyone wants to stand in the front. This kept the four deans busy.

"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked.

But Harry didn't answer; he moved quickly through the crowd, past Professor Freevey who was trying to regulate several Ravenclaws, past Professor Sprout who was forcing several Hufflepuffs into The strange students lined up, and he finally came directly behind Malfoy, who was taking advantage of the chaos and arguing with Crabbe, who was five feet away.

This left Fan Lin and Hermione speechless. Harry was a persistent person, and in many cases, Harry was a little persistent and unreasonable.

"I don't know how long that's going to take, it's more time-consuming than I thought." Crabbe opened his mouth to speak, but Malfoy once again guessed what he was going to say. "Look, it's none of your business what I do, Crabbe. You and Goyle just do what I tell you and watch your tail!"

"If I asked my friends to go lookout, I would tell them what I wanted to do," Harry said, just loud enough for Malfoy to hear.

The scene returned to calm again. After all, the magic of space transformation and the like, which looked very high-end at first sight, was still very eye-catching.

"Thank you," Edward said, "Now..." He waved his wand, and an old-fashioned wooden ring immediately appeared in front of each student.

"It's very important to remember, the three 'lands';" said Edward! "Destination, destination, destination!"

"???" Fanlin felt a little unreliable. Important things should be emphasized three times?

"Step one: focus your thoughts on where you are going," Edward said. "For example, in this wooden circle of yours, now gently focus on your destination."

Everyone was secretly looking around to see others staring at their wooden rings, and hurriedly followed suit. Harry looked at the ring on the dusty floor and tried not to think about anything. It turned out to be in vain. He couldn't help but spy on what Malfoy was doing.

"Step two," Edward said, focus your attention on taking up space! Every cell in the body wants to enter!

Harry glanced around secretly. Not far to his left, Ernie Macmillan was staring hard at his ring. His face was so red that he looked like an enlarged and deformed egg. Harry He snickered and immediately turned back to look at his Tamaki.

"Step three," Edward said, "Stand at that point when I command and feel yourself begin to move. Listen to my command, now..."

Harry peeked around again, and most of the people were nervously preparing to disapparate immediately. Harry focused his attention on his ring again, he had forgotten why it was the third destination.

"...three!"

Harry began to spin at that point, losing his balance and nearly falling over. But he wasn't the only one who lost his balance and was about to fall. The whole hall was suddenly full of people stumbling. Neville fell on his back; on the other side, Ernie Macmillan looked trembling and used his hand in his ring. Pirouetting on his toes until he found Dan laughing at him.

"It's okay, it's okay," Edward said calmly, "There's nothing unexpected at all. Please go back to the original position and adjust your rings."

In fact, Fanlin had already stood next to Professor McGonagall. He just needed a certificate, just like a Muggle needs a driver's license to drive.

However, others did not, and the second time was no better than the first. The third time seemed even worse. Nothing exciting happened the fourth time.

As the hall filled with screams of agony and everyone looked horrified, Hufflepuff Academy's Susan Bone dangled in her ring, her left leg still where she started five feet away. (To be continued)