Chapter 696 A Sleepless Night

The handwriting came into view. The moment he understood this sentence, Harry opened his eyes wide, but his pupils suddenly contracted. It was as if someone grabbed his heart and pumped blood into his brain. It was as if he had hit the Knight Bus head-on, and he woke up instantly.

Looking at the clear and familiar handwriting, Harry's eyes flickered and his breathing became heavy.

Is the Half-Blood Prince's textbook a dark magic item?

Can it really revive his mother?

Or is he trying to seduce and manipulate himself?

It's hard to tell whether he is vigilant or expectant, or both. The remaining reason is issuing a warning. Harry knows that he should stay away from this weird textbook immediately and seal it up and hand it over to Dumbledore.

But, but...

With an indescribable uneasiness, Harry put down the Advanced Potion Making, held the wand tightly in his right hand and pressed it against the old textbook. The most effective spell he could think of was the Divine Sharpness.

The parchment pages were slightly yellowed, and the tattered old textbook lay quietly on the quilt without any movement.

If it weren't for that strange handwriting, Harry would have thought it was an absurd dream.

Harry clenched his wand and waited silently, knowing that this strange textbook would not be silent.

Sure enough, this silent confrontation did not last long. He felt the obscure Legilimency quietly swept past, flashing and silent, but the thought gave people a familiar feeling that was hard to ignore, as if they had seen it somewhere.

Harry subconsciously operated the brain occlusion, and the tip of the wand brewed surging magic. Under his gaze, the ink of the sentence seeped into the paper and turned into a ball of ink. After a short pause, another line of words was smudged again:

"Communicate with me in words, Potter."

Harry's hand holding the wand was white. There was a quill pen and ink bottle on the bedside, but he did not reach out to take it. Instead, he stared at the ink deeply. After a long time, he chose to close the textbook silently and put it in the bedside drawer.

"..."

Lying on the four-poster bed, staring blankly at the black curtain above his head, Harry's thoughts were in a mess at the moment, and he had no sleep at all.

...

At dawn the next day.

Loren felt the morning light pouring into the room from the window. The black curtain was not drawn, and the soft light shone on his eyes. The already blurred dream turned into a white expanse, and he gradually woke up.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that there are a pair of eyes staring at me from behind, with a faint gaze.

"..."

Loren opened his eyes, and the bright morning light made his eyes a little uncomfortable. He blinked twice before he stabilized.

The sky outside the window was not blocked by clouds and fog, and it was a blue sky. It seemed to be a good day again. He turned his head to look to the side and happened to meet that faint gaze.

Harry, who was wrapped in the quilt, turned sideways, staring at him with his eyes full of black bloodshot, and dark circles around his eyes. He blinked for a long time, expressionless, and looked very stupid.

Loren tilted his head: "Does the Felix Felicis also have a refreshing effect?"

"No." Harry answered slowly, his voice was hoarse, a typical sequelae of staying up all night.

"Then what happened to you, did you drink with Hagrid and Slughorn all night?"

"No."

Harry's eyes blinked faster, and his expression gradually became lively, as if an old computer that had aged and crashed was restarting with difficulty. He slowly sat up: "Did you know it a long time ago?"

"Know what?"

"Slughorn's memory, the Half-Blood Prince's textbook."

"Only a little bit."

"I know it, I know it!" Harry's breathing became rapid, and his eyes sparkled. "We are friends, Loren, I know you will definitely not murder me, so what the textbook says is true, my mother can really be resurrected, right!?"

"Resurrection..."

Last night, he was still trying to get Slughorn's memory, how come Professor Snape started to act as soon as he woke up?

Loren glanced at the location of the Horcrux book on the bedside, feeling a little embarrassed. He considered his words and thought about the appropriate answer: "How should I put it? I will definitely not murder you, and the Half-Blood Prince will not murder you either, but you'd better not have too much expectation for resurrection."

"Why?"

"Remember Professor McGonagall's warning when she taught Animagus? Magic is indeed very magical, but if wizards try to use magic to break the laws of nature, there will generally be no good results. This is the case with Transfiguration, not to mention resurrection and breaking the boundary between life and death."

"But, but..."

"I know you can't listen to these words now, and it's useless for me to talk a lot." Loren got up from the bed, put his feet into slippers, and walked to the bathroom with his heels, "Since you didn't take action last night, it means you still have concerns. If you are unsure, I suggest you go talk to Dumbledore."

"..."

Harry pursed his lips, his mind full of doubts.

Who is the Half-Blood Prince?

Why did Loren let him get this book?

Can his mother be resurrected?

"By the way, I think you should make up for your sleep."

Loren glanced at his dark circles and red bloodshot eyes, closed the bathroom door, squeezed toothpaste and started brushing his teeth, with dense orange-flavored foam spreading in his mouth.

In fact, Harry did not act immediately after knowing the news, and could wait until now to ask about the situation, which was beyond his expectation.

No matter what Harry did later, he had to tell Dumbledore later.

...

Loren's voice reached the ears, and after being processed by the tired and slow brain, it became ethereal and ethereal, as if floating from a far away place.

Harry stared blankly in the air, a vague ringing sound echoing in his ears.

He realized that he really should rest, but thinking about the news of his mother's resurrection and the questions about the Half-Blood Prince, he couldn't lie down.

Harry steeled himself, buried his face in his hands and rubbed it vigorously, got up and got out of bed, and walked towards the principal's office without even changing into his pajamas.

A few minutes later, Harry stood in front of the door of the principal's office. He looked up at the carvings on the oak door. His eyes were a little dazed, and he had no memory of how he came here. He vaguely remembered that there were portraits and ghosts greeting him along the way. There seems to be no response.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

Harry knocked on the door three times before he heard a set of footsteps coming from the room, followed by Dumbledore's voice.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore, who was wearing blue pajamas, sat behind his desk. His blue eyes lingered on his eyes for a while, showing surprise. He poured a glass of honey water and handed it over: "Harry, what do you want to see me for so early?" ?”

"It starts with the Half-Blood Prince's textbook..."

Harry told about the Half-Blood Prince in the past six months, the convenient and effective notes on it, the strange curses, and the strange handwriting that suddenly appeared last night...

After saying that, he picked up the hot sugar water and took a sip.

"What an amazing story."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "But the most important thing for you now is to have a good sleep..."

Harry heard those long echoing voices again, and the fatigue that had been suppressed all night poured out like a flood. His bloodshot eyes blinked a few times and slowly closed.