Chapter 639: Centaur Astrology
"Puffy rong is so cute, I want to raise one too!"
"What? It eats spiders! I want to keep them even more!"
"..."
"How can you move the knight with this step? The chariot will run over him!"
"Sigh... I'm already behind now. Look, I've been generalized, right?"
"I don't want to play, I don't want to play, I just want to see - why are you still beating people!"
"Prefect, help! Prefect!"
"..."
Loren returned to the noisy common room without attracting much attention. After all, Gryffindor was never short of excitement, and the spirit of George and Fred lived on forever.
Still in the same position near the window, Hermione, Harry and Ron were sitting around the small round table. Hermione buried her head, pursed her lips, and carefully checked the Half-Blood Prince's old textbook. There were only two people left. Discussing Quidditch weekend selections.
"I plan to gather everyone at the stadium over the weekend to compete in skills to determine the starting lineup. Currently, twenty students have signed up for the Quidditch selection. These are chasers, these are batters, and four more A Seeker."
"Wait, what do you mean, do I also have to participate in the selection?"
"This may be a little hard for you to accept, Harry -"
"Don't be silly, Ron. I've been a Seeker since first grade. You've been watching me play for five years..."
"Listen to me, Harry, I am the captain of the team now, and I must ensure fairness and justice. You should know that there were some very good teams in the past, just because the captain always let familiar faces play and let his friends join the team. As a result, a good team was ruined.”
"Then why don't you choose a new goalkeeper?"
"Well..."
"Is this your fairness?"
"Listen to me, Harry, the captain is the backbone of a team..."
Loren happily sat down next to him and picked up the snacks on the table. He was very interested in hearing it and even wanted to talk to the little witch about it. Unfortunately, Hermione was doing research and was so focused that she had no time to be distracted.
Hermione had already read through the old textbook twice, including the text, notes and notes, and even memorized the little curses.
Something doesn't look right.
From the living hell potion with simple steps in the front to the tedious and complicated eternity potion in the back, the notes have given more effective comments, which are definitely not at the level of ordinary students. Several independently invented spells have become more and more profound and complex, from the upside-down golden bell to the magic blade, from small evil curses to black magic...
Does the last spell sound familiar?
Hermione had a rough guess in her mind. She quietly stretched out her wand and pointed it at the old textbook that had already been damaged in battle:
"[Urgent appearance]"
"[Prototype Appearance]"
"[Hidden handwriting]"
After a series of spells, the old textbook remained as it was before, without any unusual traces being revealed.
Hermione pondered for a few seconds, then stretched out her wand again:
"[Clean up and make new]"
"[Restored as before]"
The old textbook lay quietly on the table without any reaction.
"..."
Loren noticed the movements of the little witch next to him, held her shoulders, whispered in her ear: "Don't try, Miss Know-It-All, this is Professor Snape's Horcrux, specially given to Harry."
Hermione's body stiffened for a moment, and she immediately pushed the old textbook back in front of Harry. She turned to look at Loren, but hesitated to speak, and hesitated to speak.
"Professor Snape asked me to do this, and Principal Dumbledore should also know about it."
"This is a Horcrux..." the little witch lowered her voice.
"Maybe they think Harry should be exposed to more Horcruxes."
"..."
Hermione's impression of Horcruxes still rested on a few things belonging to Voldemort.
I heard Loren talk about Riddle's diary and the Gaunt family's ring. The former is a silent reading of memories, and the latter is an extremely evil curse. I have seen Ravenclaw's crown from a distance, and I have seen Ravenclaw's crown up close. Having been exposed to Hufflepuff's gold cup and finally Slytherin's locket, it can unknowingly affect people's emotions and make them irritable.
Basically not a good thing.
Of course, Professor Snape is not as evil as Voldemort, and he has not been affected by the old textbooks he read for so long. He has learned a lot of practical potion knowledge and spells, but he cannot ignore the fuzzy feeling in his heart.
Harry didn't know the true identity of the old textbook, but he was happy to believe the annotations in the book.
In the next few potions classes this week, every time he saw the Half-Blood Prince objecting to the steps of the author Libashu Pollach, Harry followed the Half-Blood Prince's advice and got Slug in every class. Horn's compliments and extra points.
Harry just felt so relieved.
Potions class has never been so wonderful.
…
Friday, 5 p.m.
The sixth grade students passed through the corridor in groups, chattering about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that had just ended. Professor Bagshot asked them to practice in pairs. One person cast the curse and the other defended. Neither of them was allowed to make a sound. .
It was fine at first, but when one of the students accidentally cast a repelling spell or a binding spell, the situation changed subtly. Most people were no longer willing to practice quietly, but lowered their voices and recited the spell secretly. , try to give your sparring classmates a little surprise.
The other party also secretly cast the Iron Armor Curse. After one class, many students had bruises on their bodies.
Loren explained some tips on silent spellcasting to Hermione. When he passed by classroom 11, he saw the fifth-year students inside, who were also chattering. They were taking the first divination class of the semester, and the teacher was the centaur Firenze.
The classroom was rearranged with magic, with soft moss and grass growing on the floor, trees standing tall with lush branches and leaves, and soft starlight pouring down from the ceiling like a stream.
The students sat on the ground with their backs against stones and tree trunks, hugging their knees with their arms, staring blankly at the bonfire in front of them. The strangely fragrant white smoke was curling up, the smell of sage and sweet mallow.
The handsome centaur with white-gold hair crouched down on all fours, speaking calmly:
"The smoke from burning sage can drive away mosquitoes and plague, the smoke from sweet mallow can calm people's mood, and the centaurs lit bonfires to get warmth and roast food..."
"Whether it's burns or drowning... the stars will not show these insignificant injuries and individual insignificant accidents. Compared with the vast universe, these things are insignificant."
"Sometimes, centaurs will also think about whether the grand things at the other end of the distant universe are really related to us, the tiny ones?"
"No one can give an answer, so it is foolish to over-trust such things."
"If the orbits of the planets and the light of the stars are showing something, it is probably a real disaster or change."