Chapter 1,194

Hogwarts never lacks for some new things to ignite the conversation among half-grown children.

For example, Ginny and Harry confirmed their relationship in a state of ecstasy.

At that time, Ron was simply confused.

Is my cute little sister just gone? And he was still snatched away by his best friend?

Apart from Hermione and Fan Lin, Ron was probably the one who felt the most surprised.

The news of Harry and Ginny's relationship sparked a lot of interest, a lot of it from girls.

Over the next few weeks, Harry happily found that he was no longer troubled by boring chatter, after all, the topic was a welcome change from the gruesome dark magic incident.

Is this a peach incident at Hogwarts?

Compared with when Fan Lin and Hermione confirmed their relationship in the fourth grade, this matter is no less popular.

Moreover, both of these incidents were kisses that took place in public, oh, of course, including Ron and Lavender, but at present, this pair has gone to the extreme of being cool.

"You want to know what people like to talk about?" Ginny said to Harry as she sat on the common room floor, snuggled into Harry's lap, flipping through the Daily Prophet, "One week There was a crazy attack... and of course there were some internal Hogwarts issues. Romidal asked me if you had a hippogriff tattooed on your chest!"

Fanlin and Hermione burst into laughter.

This can be considered one of Harry's many suitors, and he even used the love potion produced by the Weasley brothers. I have to admit that this is a bit ironic for Ginny. However, Harry doesn't care, he just Wonder what Ginny thinks.

"How did you answer?"

"Well, I told her it was a Hungarian Horntail," Ginny said, turning the page of the Daily Prophet. "It sounded more manly."

"Thank you." Harry grinned, "Then did you tell her what Ron's tattoo was?"

"A dwarf, but I didn't tell her where it was."

Ron glared at everyone until everyone stopped laughing unbridled.

Among the five people now, only Ron was sitting alone on a separate sofa seat, surrounded by some juniors, who did not intend to come over.

After all, this small circle doesn't seem to be easy to integrate into. A student council president, a Gryffindor prefect, plus Harry Potter?

If there is no threat, this is the new generation of campus overlord series...

"You must realize clearly..." Ron pointed at Harry and Ginny's stomachs, "Just because I agree to your relationship doesn't mean I can't take back my decision!"

"Oh, back on your word," Ginny scoffed, "and when did you agree? In short, you agreed, just because you preferred my other one to be Harry compared to Michael and Dean, that's all. "

"Okay! I agree!" Ron reluctantly said a few words through his teeth, "It starts with you not kissing other people in public."

"Ugly hypocrites! What about you and Lavender? They look like eels tied together in public." Ginny refused.

This was like stepping on Ron's tail, but before Ron could speak, Harry rolled his eyes and sealed Ron's mouth first.

Of course, not with your mouth, but with a wand...

However, this was obviously more difficult for Ron to accept, especially when Hermione crawled into Fanlin's arms unscrupulously, and Ginny meekly put her head on Harry's lap, Ron's mood became even more intense. It was so complicated that I ended up leaving the scene angrily...

Well... the atmosphere here is not suitable for him to stay here right now.

Fast forward to June, and Harry and Ginny have been dating longer and longer. Ginny's O.W.L.s exams were approaching, and she had to review until late at night every night. Hermione also began her duties as a good best friend, as a Gryffindor who could surpass Ravenclaw, especially in terms of academic performance. Generally speaking, no one is more suitable than Hermione, which makes Fanlin and Harry return to their previous state of doing nothing.

One evening, after Ginny came out of the common room and Harry finished his Herbology homework at the common room window, the two of them spent some quality time together by the lake.

During lunch, Hermione sat down between Harry and Fan Lin with a gloomy and worried face.

"I have something to tell you, Harry."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked. Normally, when Hermione pulled Ginny away to talk to Harry, it was usually when she was feeling stressed about studying for exams.

"The so-called Half-Blood Prince..."

"Oh, here we go again," Harry groaned, "could you please stop mentioning it."

Harry still dare not blatantly take out the Half-Blood Prince's notes, so his grades in Potions class plummeted (Ginny's supporter Professor Slughorn humorously attributed the reason to Harry falling in love).

Of course, one thing Harry could be sure of was that Snape would never give up on finding the Half-Blood Prince's book.

So to be on the safe side, Harry would resolutely hide the book in the Room of Requirement while Snape was on guard.

To be precise, it is a safe place in Fanlin's bookshelf. Not everyone can access it in the Room of Requirement, especially when Hermione is busy.

It must be admitted that Harry had the intention of dragging Fan Lin into trouble. After all, Hermione was always surprisingly relaxed when facing Fan Lin...

The word "surprise" seems inappropriate, but Hermione is very tolerant of black magic and so on. Maybe it's because Hermione feels that she may not be able to control it...

"I won't give up!" Hermione said firmly, "Some people have gone astray, but you haven't. At least, it's still far away... I mean... you haven't heard me finish yet. . Now, I've discovered a flaw. Your half-blood prince has a penchant for inventing dark spells."

"He doesn't have such a hobby!" Harry said speechlessly.

"Hey, 'him'? Are you so sure he's a guy?"

"Of course," Harry retorted, "The prince, Hermione, is the prince..."

"Okay!" Hermione's face flushed, and she took out a fragment of an old newspaper from her pocket and spread it on the table angrily, "Look there, look at these photos."

Harry picked up the incomplete newspaper and stared at the yellowed photos of the event. Fanlin also moved his head curiously. He really wanted to see what Hermione could find, comparable to Snape?

Strictly speaking, Hogwarts has produced many people who are comparable to, or even much better than, Snape.

In the photo, there is a little girl about fifteen years old. She is not pretty, with thick eyebrows, a long and pale face, and looks surly and unhappy.

The caption under the photo is famous: Erin Price, captain of the Hogwarts inter-school competition.

"So?" Harry quickly scanned the brief news next to the photo. It was a very dull story about an inter-school competition.

"Her name is Eileen Price, Harry."

The two of them just stared at each other. Harry seemed to realize what Hermione meant and suddenly laughed out loud, "No way."

"What!"

"You think she is the Half-Blood Prince? Why?"

"Why not? Harry, there is no real prince in the wizarding world, it's just a nickname or his own name, that's all. Listen, her father happens to be a man named Pres." Witch, and her mother is a Muggle, so she is the 'half-blood prince';!

"Wow! You're so creative, Hermione."

"That's the fact! Maybe she is proud of being a mixed-race." Hermione was a little annoyed, maybe she felt Harry's contempt...

Fan Lin reminded Harry with a small elbow.

"Look, Hermione, I can tell you with certainty that it's not a girl."

"Because you couldn't accept that a girl could be so smart!" Hermione got angry.

"I've been with you for five years, and I can't imagine how smart girls are?" Harry said, "From his writing style, I'm sure he's a young man, and there are some habits that girls can't learn. By the way, Let me ask you, where did you get this newspaper?"

You can guess the answer.

"The library. There are many expired copies of the Daily Prophet there. I will find more information about Eileen Price to show you."

"Oh, whatever." Harry said impatiently.

"I will!" Hermione said to Harry, "The first place I look is the Potions Prize Book."

Harry glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the darkening sky.

"She just can't accept that you did better than her in Potions class." Fan Lin looked at Hermione walking away. Although he wanted to tell Hermione that the half-blood prince was Snape, this was not appropriate. Because he had no evidence at all, otherwise, he would open his head and show it to Hermione?

"But you don't do that!" Harry said, "Leave Hermione alone!"

"I... will take care of it? Are you sure? You don't have a fever, do you?" Fan Lin looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Hey, no matter what... you have to help me!" Harry said, "If it hadn't been for the Half-Blood Prince's reminder, Ron might have died!"

"Oh, of course..." Fan Lin nodded, "But if you want to learn the magic there... maybe you can join me in the Room of Requirement. I can help you carve out a separate space."

"Not a bad idea..." Harry nodded. In fact, even Ginny thought this was a bit dangerous.

"Are you going to be in solitary on Saturday?"

"Yes. Saturday after Saturday, and so on..." Harry sighed, "and he also hinted that if I don't finish all the boxes, the lockdown will last until next year!"

Harry found confinement really annoying because it took up what little time he had with Ginny.

In fact, Harry began to wonder more and more sadly if Snape had done this on purpose, as Snape kept Harry longer and longer, often on fine sunny days, so that he and Ginny Good opportunities for dating just slip through your fingers again and again.

Harry fell into bitter memories until Kimmy Pitt appeared next to him and handed him a parchment letter.

"Thanks, Kimmy. Hey, this is Dumbledore's!" Harry said excitedly, opening the parchment and scanning it quickly. "He asked me to get to his office as soon as possible."

Fanlin was a little surprised.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know, but I'm the only one... He didn't call you!"

"Maybe it's separate training. Finding Horcruxes always requires matching strength, but... you should be careful!"

"Why?"

"No...you go first..." Fan Lin hesitated.

"I'm going to see it right away!" Harry rushed out quickly.

Harry ran as fast as he could out of the common room and down the seventh floor. On the way, they only met Peeves. As usual, Peeves lunged at Harry, hurled bits of chalk at him, made noisy comments about Harry's defense, and then faded away.

Afterwards, the corridor returned to dead silence.

Fifteen minutes before curfew, everyone retreated to their common room. But at that moment, Harry suddenly heard a scream, followed by a crash, so he stopped and listened.

"How dare you—ah!" The voice came from a nearby corridor. Harry took out his wand and ran there. At the corner, he found Professor Trelawney lying on her back on the ground. Her face was covered by her turban. There were some sherry bottles lying around, and one of them was still empty. broken.

"Professor..." Harry quickly stepped forward and held Professor Trauni's arm. Trelawney's sparkling beads were tangled in her glasses. She burped loudly, patted her hair, and stood up unsteadily with the help of Harry.

"What happened, Professor?"

"It's easy for you to ask!" Trauni screamed, "I was patrolling along here, and suddenly I saw some kind of dark magic..." Harry didn't pay much attention to her words. He looked around where he was. On the right is the tapestry of "Dancing Dwarfs", and on the left is the concealable, smooth mysterious stone wall.

"Professor, are you going to try to get into the Room of Requirement?"

"...Foreshadowing: You have to be allowed in to get in? - Really?" She pretended to be unfathomable.

"Are you planning on entering the Room of Requirement?" Harry repeated again. "I don't know about students."

"Not everyone knows this house," Harry said, "but what just happened? You were screaming and you sounded hurt."

"I'm fine." Professor Trelawney said, tugging at her scarf and staring at Harry through her wide-open spectacles. "I wanted to... ah... put some... um ...Personal belongings went in." Then she started complaining, "Dirty slander."

"So," Harry glanced at her bottle of sherry, "but you didn't go into the house and hide your personal belongings?" He thought that was odd, when he wanted to hide the Half-Blood Prince book The Room of Requirement appeared.

"Oh, I can go in." Trelawney stared at the wall, "But there's someone in there."

"Who's in there? Who?" Harry asked. "Who's in there?"

"I don't know," Professor Troney said, looking nervous about Harry's question. "I walked into the room, and suddenly I heard a voice, a voice I had never heard when I came in. there has never been."

"A voice? Say something?"

"I don't know what that means," Professor Trauni said. "It seemed like someone was making a 'hehe' sound."

"'Haha' sound?" "Yes, very happy." Trauni nodded. Harry stared at her: "Is it a boy or a girl?" (To be continued)