Chapter 1,184

Pieces of blue sky began to appear above the castle towers. The bad weather in the morning seemed to be blown away by the wind blowing from nowhere. Fan Lin had imagined countless times whether this was a new round of cold snap. In fact, Fan Lin prefers the whiteness of winter to the sweltering heat of summer.

However, in my mind, Harry quite liked summer, which meant that Quidditch matches could be held as usual, and he no longer had to freeze like a dead dog on his broom.

Quidditch prohibits all magic items except magic broomsticks and Quidditch balls.

Naturally, the new generation of joke workshop magic defense cloak produced by Fan Lin cannot be put into actual combat.

This is a very sad thing, especially during thunderstorms when Quidditch is played for several days. After all, the Quaffle is difficult to catch. Although it will not fly too far, in fact, Dynamic vision captures a high-speed moving object that can only be clearly seen in the palm of your hand. This is indeed a very difficult thing, and at the same time, you have to accept harassment from your opponents.

Harry remembered that the longest Quidditch match he could remember lasted for about three days.

I don't know how those people persisted. Anyway, the game with Harry in it never lasted more than an afternoon.

However, this bright afternoon obviously cannot bring any pleasant feeling to Harry. Strictly speaking, Harry has been hit, both in trying to find Malfoy's plan and in having a discussion with the professor about that. Talking about memories that have been hidden for ten years.

After lunch, they sat with Ron in a corner of the sunny courtyard. Hermione and Ron both tried to interest themselves in the little Ministry of Magic leaflet - Common Apparition Mistakes and Solutions - but even though they were not due to take the test until later today, the manual was not given to them. Anxiety brings peace.

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"Remember, you have to focus and be clear about your destination. If you can build a rough image in your mind, then you have basically succeeded." Fan Lin narrated slowly to ensure that Ron could write down everything. One word.

"This is a shortcut, specific to this exam, but after this, you must become proficient as soon as possible, otherwise you will easily be in danger."

"Dangerous? Like you at that time?" Ron said in surprise.

"It's just a special reason." Fan Lin rolled his eyes. The gift from a female nerve improved his physique, at least for magic. However, it also made some of Fan Lin's magic more difficult. .

"Then Hermione, you're fine." Fan Lin shook his head and signaled the girl to relax, "Perhaps, you can try to enter the two-dimensional space and then choose a place you like to stay, such as my arms? "

"Haha..." Hermione looked at Fan Lin coldly, but this did not affect a cheeky mood.

But Harry on the side looked a little depressed. This was not just a failure in the plan. Harry could not take the exam with them, which made Harry very uncomfortable.

"I'm telling you for the last time, forget Malfoy's plan!" Hermione told Harry firmly. Harry's depressed expression annoyed Hermione a little, making it seem like the two of them were bound to fail.

"I was just thinking about Professor Slughorn..." Harry defended weakly. He now regretted telling Hermione about meeting Tonks, although it made Harry get a lot of eyeballs. …

(Of the four of them, this kind of treatment can only be enjoyed by Ron. It can be said that Ron always has amazing things to say?)

However, Harry's excuse was interrupted by others. A girl walked over from a distance, and Ron was so frightened that he hid behind Fan Lin and Hermione. In order to hide perfectly, Ron even bent over. Lowered my waist...

It must be admitted that the Weasley family's genes still have great potential, but at least for now, Ron is taller than all of them.

"Oh, maybe you can consider learning the Transformation Curse." Fan Lin said helplessly, "Come out, not Lavender."

"Oh, fortunately..." Ron smiled and returned to his seat, "I'm really scared now..."

"That's your own business." Hermione said unceremoniously, and Ron didn't dare to talk back. After all, Ron was surprised and just hid behind Hermione and used it as a shield. This was not very graceful. way of doing.

"Harry Potter?" the girl walked over and said, "I was asked to bring you this note."

"Oh, thank you."

"What is it, Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

"Until Harry gets Slughorn's memories, Dumbledore won't be looking for the two of us."

"I don't know..." Harry said, "It doesn't look like it, there is a..."

Harry's heart sank as he opened the parchment. After the girl couldn't hear their conversation, Harry said with some embarrassment, "I can't seem to see well...wait a minute..."

Harry suddenly remembered that Dumbledore's slender italics contained a puddle of glaring ink that spread across the parchment and made the contents of the note very difficult to read.

To be precise, where did Harry see such a font in Dumbledore? This comes from...

"Dear Harry Potter... Aragog (the giant spider in the Forbidden Forest) died last night. Harry, you met him and knew how special he was! Hermione, I know you too Like him. And Fanlin, I know your love for magical animals. Although you are a little busy and have to give up further studies in this area, but no matter what...if you attend its funeral tonight, it will be That means a lot. I plan to have the funeral around dusk - that's his favorite time of day. I know you're not allowed out of the castle that late, but you can use the invisibility cloak and don't worry about it. Hagrid can handle everything."

"Look at this," Harry said with a pale face, handing the note to Hermione.

"Oh, my God!" Hermione said with a changed expression, and after a quick glance, she passed it to Fan Lin.

Then, Fanlin's expression became less good-looking, and then this news...

Fan Lin handed the note to Ron again. Ron read it honestly, but it was obvious that the look of suspicion on Ron's face became more and more serious.

"He's crazy!" said Ron furiously. "He wants that fellow monster to eat us! Tell them that trolls have to help themselves?! Well, now Hagrid wants us to go there and cry over a hairy monster?!"

"It's more than that," Hermione said solemnly. "He told us to leave the castle at night. He knew how high the security level was! And if we were caught, we would be in trouble!"

"But we saw him at night!" said Harry.

"Yes, but never in this situation before!" Hermione said. "We took risks to save Hagrid, but anyway, Aragog died. If saving him had been a problem-"

"Well... to be honest, I don't really want to..." Fan Lin said hesitantly.

Obviously, the fear of being dominated by spiders once spread in Ron's heart.

"I'm sure... definitely not going," Ron said firmly. "You've never seen it before, Hermione. Believe me, death is the best outcome for him."

"Harry, don't go!" Hermione said. "It's not a good thing to be locked up for this!"

Harry sighed and said, "Yes, I know. But I think Hagrid will have to bury Aragog alone."

"Yes, that's all he has," Hermione said reassuringly, "Look, the pill bottle will be empty this afternoon, and we'll have to use a little 'luck' to take our test... try to get Slughorn Let’s do some more!”

"You think it has a fifty-seven percent chance of being lucky?" Harry said bitterly.

"Oh, no, I can guarantee..." Fan Lin shook his head, "If you two remember what I said, it will definitely be no problem to pass the test. There is nothing wrong with you two. However, Harry, you are indeed It takes a bit of luck, and this is an opportunity, a fresh giant spider that just died."

"What?"

"Oh, yes, why didn't I think of it, Harry, lucky..." Hermione said happily, "Yes, what else is more worthy of you keeping that potion?"

Harry was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, as if the fog was broken, there were memories of Slughorn, Malfoy's secrets... The shape of the golden potion bottle lingered in his mind for a while; And the immature thoughts about breaking up Ginny and Dean... Ron seemed to want his sister to find a new boyfriend...

For a moment, everything that could be done swelled in the depths of Harry's brain. These are never acknowledged except in dreams or trances...

"So, Harry, are you coming with us?" Hermione asked.

"What? Yeah, of course," he said, then hurried after them. "Well then...if I can't go talk to Slughorn this afternoon, I'll take some luck potions and go on another date."

"Yes, it's settled." Hermione looked very excited, "A pleasant date, Harry, it's just..."

"Oh, stop it," Ron begged? "Dating and stuff...that thing has made me sick enough...quickly, let me hide it!"

"That's not Lavender!" Hermione said impatiently, just as a group of girls appeared in the yard, Ron immediately hid again.

"This is really great." Ron said excitedly.

Fan Lin looked at the girls walking over, "But they don't seem too happy."

"They are the Montgomery sisters. Of course they won't be happy. Didn't you hear what happened to their brother?" said Hermione.

"Honestly, I don't want to spend time figuring out what happened to everyone's relatives." Fan Lin said matter-of-factly, "And it's still someone I don't know."

"Oh, you are the President of the Student Union, Fanlin!" Hermione said, "That's right, their brother was attacked by a werewolf! Legend has it that it was because his mother refused to work for the Death Eaters. But the boy only had Five years old. No magic hospital can save him."

"He's dead?" Harry repeated in surprise. "But werewolves definitely never kill people! They just make you one of their kind, right?"

"They also kill people sometimes." Ron's face looked pale. "I once heard that they did such things after they were exiled."

"What's the werewolf's name?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Greyback!" Fan Lin said, "I have seen that guy, the leader of the werewolves, and he is very ferocious."

"I knew it was him! The one who often attacks children, Lupine told me something about it." Harry said irritably.

"But when did you see him? Why didn't I know?"

"Go to the underground street with Sirius to get something," Fan Lin said with disgust, "I have seen him from a distance."

"Okay..." Hermione nodded, "But, I don't hope..."

"Of course, I will inform you." Fan Lin said sincerely. After the secret was disclosed, there was naturally no need to continue to hide it.

"Well, first Harry, you have to find that memory," Hermione said. "This is all about stopping Voldemort, isn't it? He is responsible for all these terrible things."

The castle bell rang, and Hermione almost jumped nervously.

"You'll do well," Harry told them as they rounded off with the other students to take their exams. "Good luck."

"Same for you," Hermione said meaningfully.

Harry turned back towards the dungeon.

Only three people went to class, Harry, Ernie and Malfoy.

"You're not 17 yet, so you can't take the exam?" Slughorn said kindly. They all nodded.

"Okay. Since there are so few of us, let's do something fun. I want you to make something amazing."

"Sounds great, Professor." Ernie looked eager to give it a try. But Malfoy didn't smile and said irritably, "What do you call amazing things?"

"Something that surprises me," Slughorn replied briskly. Malfoy opened his advanced potion making guide with a sullen face, but he? , the look on his face said it all, it was obvious that he thought class was a waste of time.

Looking past his book, Harry glanced at Malfoy and thought, no doubt he was missing his time in the women's room?

By the way, does Malfoy have any weird habits? He seems to have found an incredible way to open them.

It must be an illusion, but Malfoy looks like Tonks has lost weight! His face was still pale and his skin was still ashen. Most likely it's because it has had little exposure to sunlight recently. He lacked the inherent pretentiousness, cheerfulness and arrogance. Without his arrogance on the Hogwarts Express, when he was hyping up the mission Voldemort had given him... Harry saw only one explanation: that mission, whatever it was, hadn't gone well.

Probably, no... definitely... Harry's eyes almost lit up.

Encouraged by this thought, Harry began to look through his book. He found a modified elixir from the Half-Blood Prince, but it didn't look like the same ingredients as the professor's.

But it occurred to Harry that maybe that would brighten the professor's mood. And if Harry convinced him to take some it might be able to open his memory.

"Okay, it looks perfect," an hour and a half later, the professor wiped his hands and looked at the golden liquid in Harry's cauldron and said, "Magic potion... is it in my ingredients? What do I smell?" ? Hmm hmm hmm... you added a sprig of mint, didn't you? It was different, but that was the inspiration, Harry, and of course that had a mean side effect... I really don't know where you got it from of these inspirations, my child...unless..."

Before Slughorn could finish speaking, Harry quickly threw the half-blood prince's book into the bag at his feet.

"Perhaps your mother's genes are reappearing in you!"

"Oh... maybe." Harry said reassuringly.

Ernie looked miserable; trying to outdo Harry for once, he rashly created a concoction of his own, but it solidified into a purple dumpling-like mass in his cauldron.

Malfoy had already bottled his new reagent with a dark face, but the professor only announced that he had just passed the test. (To be continued)