Chapter 1,193

"Hey, Harry, what's wrong?" Fan Lin looked at the "Advanced Potions Guide" in his hand with some surprise. Harry usually treasured this book.

"No time to explain..." Harry said, rushing out and closing the door in a hurry.

Harry ran to the toilet downstairs and stuffed Ron's Advanced Potions Guide into his bag.

A minute later, Harry was back in front of Snape.

Snape said nothing, just reached for Harry's bag. Harry handed it over, gasping for breath. His chest hurt, but none of this could cover up his nervousness.

Snape couldn't find anything, could he?

One after another, Snape pulled them out and examined them. Finally, the only book left was the Potions textbook, and Snape looked at it very carefully.

"This is your Advanced Potions Guide, isn't it, Potter?" Snape asked coldly.

"Yes," Harry said, still breathing heavily.

"You're pretty sure, aren't you, Potter?"

"Yes," Harry said defiantly.

"Then why," Snape asked coldly, "is there 'Ronald' on the cover of the book?"

Harry's heart seemed to have stopped beating. This was a very fatal problem and he had no time to change it...

"That's my nickname," he said calmly.

"Your nickname," Snape repeated.

"Yeah... that's what my friends call me," Harry said.

"I know what a nickname is," Snape said coldly, "No one would use someone else's name as a nickname, Potter..."

His cold, dark eyes stared into Harry's again.

Harry tried not to look at him, but Snape's eyes were magical... indeed magical...

Close your mind... Close your mind...

Harry kept repeating this in his mind, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work at all. He never learned how to do it properly.

The requirements of Occlumency allowed him to empty everything, or to deceive his mind and close his perception, but obviously, Harry couldn't do it now.

"You know what I think, Potter?" Snape said scornfully, "I think you're a liar, so you're going to be in solitary confinement every Saturday until the end of term."

"What do you think, Potter?"

"I - I don't agree, sir," Harry said, still refusing to look Snape in the eye, but speaking more firmly than ever.

"Very well, then, let's see what you think of your confinement," said Snape. "Six o'clock Saturday morning, Potter. My office."

"But sir..." said Harry, looking up in despair, "Quidditch...the last game..."

"Ten o'clock," Snape whispered with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, "poor Gryffindor... the fourth of the year..."

After that, he left the toilet without saying a word, leaving Harry alone to look at the broken mirror. He was sure that he was feeling weak as he had never felt before.

An hour later in the common room...

Hermione said, "I won't tell. I told you so."

"Stop it, Hermione," said Ron angrily.

Harry had no appetite at all. He just told Fanlin about Hermione and what happened with Ginny, but it didn't seem necessary.

Word spread quickly: Moaning Myrtle apparently showed up in every toilet in the castle to spread the story.

Harry almost killed Malfoy?

Pansy Parkinson, who was slandering Harry everywhere, had just visited Malfoy in the hospital. Snape told all staff clearly what had happened.

Harry had just been called out of the common room and endured an extremely unpleasant fifteen minutes with Professor McGonagall, and she told him that he was lucky that he wouldn't be expelled, while she wholeheartedly agreed with Professor Snape Lockdown every Saturday until the end of term.

"I told you there was something wrong with the prince," Hermione said, clearly unable to stop herself, "and I was right, wasn't I?"

"No, I don't think so," Harry said stubbornly.

His situation was bad enough even without Hermione's preaching.

The look on the Gryffindor players' faces when he told them he couldn't play on Saturday was the worst possible punishment. He could feel Ginny's eyes on him, but he didn't dare look at her. He didn't want to see any disappointment or irritation. He had just told her that she would be Seeker on Saturday and that Dean would be rejoining the team to replace her as Chaser.

Maybe, if they had won, Dean and Ginny would have gotten back together in the post-match atmosphere... the thought crossed Harry's mind like an ice blade...

"Harry," Hermione said, "how could you hide that book under that spell..."

"Could you please stop talking about that book!" Harry shouted. "The prince just wrote it down. He didn't advise anyone to use it. As far as we know, he just wrote down the things that were used against him. s things."

"I don't believe that," Hermione said, "in fact you're defending..."

"I'm not justifying what I did!" Harry said quickly, "I wish I hadn't done anything and not just because I had a bunch of confinement. You know if I'd known the power of that spell, anyway , I wouldn't have used a spell like that, not even on Malfoy, even though he almost ripped my arm off... But you can't blame the prince, he didn't write 'try this, it's great'; ...He was just taking notes for himself, wasn't he, and not for anyone else..."

"Are you going to tell me," said Hermione, "that you are going back -"

"Go get the book? Yes, I'm ready." Harry said forcefully. "Listen, without the prince, I would never have gotten the lucky potion. I would never have saved Ron, I would never have-"

"—getting undeserved appreciation for your talent in Potions," said Hermione.

"Stop, Hermione!" said Ginny. Surprised and grateful, Harry looked up. "It sounds like Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse at the time, and you should be lucky that what's up Harry's sleeve is still intact."

"Of course I'm glad Harry isn't cursed!" said Hermione, obviously stung, "but you can't say that the Shadowless Curse was a good thing, Ginny, look what that did to him! And I Thought, look how this plays against you guys..."

"Oh, don't start pretending like you know Quidditch, Hermione," Ginny shouted back, "you'll only embarrass yourself."

Harry and Fanlin looked with some fear at Ginny and Hermione, who had always had a good relationship. The two of them were now sitting with their arms folded, looking at each other from hostile directions.

Ron also looked at Harry a little uneasily, then he took a book and hid it behind his back, as if it was the Half-Blood Prince's notebook. However, what Ron took was just his Potions textbook.

Fan Lin's mouth turned bitter as he touched the Half-Blood Prince's notes in his pocket.

Shen Feng Wu Ying...

He has known about this black magic for a long time, in the forbidden book area...

However, he apparently forgot to explain to Harry the purpose and power of this spell.

Judging from how wildly Harry waved his wand, it was lucky that he didn't cut Malfoy's throat.

However, it would be better to restrict Harry so that at least Harry wouldn't be kidnapped from school again.

It can be said that Snape is a disguised form of protection. If nothing else, it will limit Harry's free time, which will reduce a lot of trouble.

As for Harry, even though he knew he deserved it, Harry suddenly felt incredibly happy, even though no one of them said another word that night.

But his relief was short-lived.

Fanlin didn't deceive him?

Of course, he had to endure the Slytherin abuse the next day, not to mention the wrath of the Gryffindors, as their captain got himself banned from the final game of the season.

Come Saturday morning, despite what he had told Hermione, Harry would willingly trade all his luck potions to be able to walk to the Quidditch pitch with Ron, Ginny, and the others.

But this is doomed to be impossible. No one can take part in the confinement on his behalf. Even the lucky potion cannot solve this problem.

"Other than sympathy, what can I say..." Fan Lin was a little helpless, but Hermione still didn't get over her anger.

Ginny has gone too far!

Forgetting one's true love?

Oh, this is unbearable.

"By the way...Fan Lin, Snape said before...I mean, Shen Feng Wu Ying, he suspected that you taught me..."

"You really should say that." Fan Lin was a little helpless. With a slight stroke of his fingertips, a neat cut appeared on the floor under his feet.

"Is this the curse you used?" Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, "Put it on Malfoy..."

"Maybe..." Harry's heart sank. It seemed that Malfoy's injury was much more serious than he thought.

"You should figure out what those spells do..."

"Hey, but Fanlin can do it too!" Harry retorted in a bad mood.

"Oh, you two are different." Hermione said matter-of-factly, "No matter what, I hope today will have a good result."

...

It was intolerable to be away from the glowing students, all wearing rosettes, hats, shining flags and scarves, while Harry walked down the stone steps to the dungeons. The sounds of the crowd in the distance gradually faded away, and he knew he wouldn't hear a comment or a cheer or a groan.

"Oh, Potter," Snape said as Harry knocked on the door and entered the unpleasant but familiar office. Although Snape was now teaching there, the office was not vacant. As usual, the lights were dim and the same specimens were still surrounded by colorful potions. To make matters worse, there were a lot of notebook-like things on the table where Harry was going to sit, and there looked to be a long, hard, pointless job to be done on them.

"Mr. Filch has been looking for someone to sort through these old papers," Snape said softly. "They are records of other misdeeds at Hogwarts and their punishments. The ink is very blurry in places. , or the card was destroyed by a mouse, we want you to rewrite the crimes and punishments, make sure they are in alphabetical order, and put them back in the box. Of course... you can't use magic."

"Okay, Professor." Harry said dejectedly, trying to express the greatest contempt in the last three syllables, but this did not affect Snape's mood at all.

It felt like talking to a stone.

The stone in the bathroom?

Or the icy Black Lake? Then it was covered with a layer of greasy moss.

Or is it mermaid poop?

Regardless, Harry could only think of these extremely bad adjectives.

In an instant, the resentment towards Snape almost reached a certain point.

"I think you're good to go," Snape said with a vicious smile. In boxes 101 to 1056, you'll find some familiar names, which should make the mission a little more interesting. Here, look..."

Snape forcefully pulled a card from the top box and read: "James Potter and Sirius Black. Caught using an illegal spell on Willis Bridge. Willy Si's head doubled in size."

Snape scoffed. "Even though they are dead, the record of their great achievements is still there. It's so comfortable."

Harry felt his stomach churn again. Biting his tongue to prevent himself from retaliate, he sat down and pulled over a box.

This was, as Harry had thought beforehand, pointless, boring work. His stomach started churning regularly (just like Snape had planned), which meant he was seeing his dad's and Sirius' names again, usually together for various petty crimes, and sometimes Lupin and Little Dwarf Peter.

This made Harry feel a little angry.

Perhaps it was because his father had eye problems at the time that he drew Peter into his inner circle.

Maybe it's also because of the Quidditch outside?

The latter reason may be bigger.

As Harry copied down their various crimes and punishments, he wondered what was going on out there... Ginny was competing with Cho as Seekers...

The war between ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend?

Suddenly Harry felt a little lucky again.

Let yourself compete with Qiu?

Autumn is indeed a good seeker, and then...

Harry looked at the huge clock on the wall again and again. It seems to be twice as slow as a normal clock. Did Snee make it run particularly slowly? There was no way he had only been here for half an hour - an hour... an hour and a half... When the clock read half-past one, Harry's stomach began to rumble.

Snape, who hadn't spoken a word since Harry started working, finally looked up at 1:10.

"I think that's enough," he said coldly. "Make a mark. Continue next Saturday at ten."

"Yes, sir." Harry casually placed a crooked card into the box and rushed out of the office before Snape could change his mind. He ran up the stone steps, straining his ears hoping to hear some sound from the court, but everything was so quiet... Well, it was over... He hesitated outside the crowded hall, then ran up the marble steps . Whether Gryffindor won or lost, the team was always celebrating or grieving in the common room.

"Dragon liver?" he said to the Fat Lady, wondering what he would see inside. Her expression was unreadable as she answered: "You'll see."

She moved forward. A loud celebratory bang erupted in the hole behind her. When people saw him, they started screaming and Harry was stunned. Several hands pushed him inside.

"We won!" Ron shouted, suddenly appearing and handing the silver trophy to Harry, "We won! 450 to 140! We won!" (To be continued)