Chapter 1154

"Hey, Harry, what's wrong?" Van Lin looked at the "advanced potions guide" in his hand, and Harry was usually a baby for the book.

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

Harry ran downstairs to the bathroom and tucked Ron's advanced potion guide into his bag.

A minute later Harry returned to Snape.

Snape said nothing, but reached out to get Harry's bag. Harry handed it over, gasped, his chest was sore, but it was hard to cover up his tension.

Snape can't find anything, right?

One by one, Snape pulls them out and checks them. Finally, the only remaining book was the potion textbook, and Snape looked at it very carefully.

"This is your advanced potion guide, isn't it, Potter?" Asked Snape in a cold voice.

"Yes," Harry said, still gasping heavily.

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

"Yes," Harry said, rebelliously.

"So why," snape asked coldly, "will there be Ronald's name on the cover of the book?"

Harry's heart seems to stop beating. It's a very fatal problem. He can't change it at all

"This is my nickname," he said calmly.

"Your nickname," snape repeated.

"Yes That's what my friend calls me. " Harry said.

"I know what nickname is," snape said coldly. "No one will take someone else's name as nickname, Porter..."

His cold, dark eyes stared at Harry again.

Harry tried not to look at him, but Snape's eyes were like magic It's really magical

Close your mind Close your mind

Harry's heart kept repeating, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work at all. He never learned how to do it correctly.

The brain closure requires a hit that allows you to empty everything, or, to deceive your mind, to close perception, but obviously Harry can't do it now.

"Do you know what I think, Potter?" Snape said scornfully, "I think you are a liar, so you are kept in my custody every Saturday until the end of the semester."

"What do you think, Potter?"

"I - I don't agree, sir," said Harry, still refusing to look into Snape's eyes, but with an unprecedented firmness.

"Well, then, let's see what you think after your confinement," snape said. "Saturday morning, 6:00, Potter. My office. "

"But Sir..." Harry said, raising his head in despair, "quedditch The last game... "

"Ten," snape said, smiling and whispering, revealing his yellow teeth, "poor Gryffindor Fourth place this year... "

After that, he left the bathroom without saying a word, leaving Harry alone looking at the broken mirror, and he was sure he was feeling a weak moment he had never felt.

In the public lounge an hour later

"I won't say it. I told you that long ago," Hermione said

"Don't say it, Hermione." "Said Ron angrily.

Harry has no appetite at all. He just told van Lynn Hermione what happened with Ginny, but it didn't seem necessary.

The news spread quickly: apparently crying taojinnians appeared in every toilet in the castle to spread the story.

Harry almost killed Malfoy?

Pansy Parkinson, who slandered Harry everywhere, just went to the hospital to visit Malfoy. Snape clearly told all the staff what happened.

Harry had just been called out of the public lounge and endured the very unpleasant 15 minutes with Professor McGonagall, who told him he was lucky to be not expelled and she sincerely agreed with Professor Snape's weekly confinement until the end of the semester.

"I told you that the prince was not right," Hermione said, apparently not stopping, "and I am right, isn't it?"

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

Even without Hermione's preaching, his situation was bad enough.

When he told them he couldn't play Saturday, the faces of Gryffindor's players were the worst punishment. He could feel Ginny's eyes looking at him, but he couldn't look at her. He didn't want to see any disappointment or anger. He just told her she would be a replacement on Saturday and Dean would return to the team to replace her as a chaser.

Maybe if they win, Dean and Ginny will be in a post match atmosphere It's like an ice knife coming up in Harry's mind

"Harry," Hermione said, "how can you hide that book in that mantra..."

"Can you stop talking about that book!" Harry cried, "the prince just wrote it down. He did not recommend anyone to use it. As far as we know, he just wrote down what was used to deal with him. ""I don't believe it," said Hermione. "In fact, you're defending..."

"I didn't defend what I did!" Harry said quickly, "I wish I didn't do anything, not just because I had a bunch of confinements. You know, if I knew the power of that spell, anyway, I wouldn't have used a spell like that, even to Malfoy, even if he almost broke my arm But you can't blame the prince, he didn't write 'try this, it's great' He just takes notes for himself, doesn't he, not for others... "

"Are you going to tell me," Hermione said, "you're going back -"

"to get the book back? Yes, I'm ready. " Harry said forcefully. "Listen, without the prince, I would never have gotten the lucky potion. I'll never save Ron, I'll never get the appreciation you shouldn't get for your talent in potions. " Said Hermione.

"Stop, Hermione!" Said Ginny. Harry was so surprised and grateful that he looked up. "It sounds like Malfoy was trying to use an unforgivable spell, and you should be glad that the contents of Harry's sleeve are still intact."

"Of course I'm glad Harry wasn't cursed!" Hermione said, obviously stung, "but you can't say that the divine front shadowless curse is good, Ginny. Look what that makes him! And I think, look at this game against you... "

"Oh, don't start pretending like you know Quidditch, Hermione," Ginny retorted aloud. "You'll only embarrass yourself."

Harry and vaseline are a little scared, looking at Ginny and Hermione, who are always on good terms. They are sitting arm in arm, looking at each other from the opposite direction.

Ron also looked at Harry uneasily, then casually took a book and hid it behind his back, as if it were the notes of the Half Blood Prince. However, Ron only took his potion textbook.

Fanlin's mouth was a little bitter, and he felt the notes of the half blood prince in his pocket.

There is no shadow in the front of God

He knew about the black magic. In the forbidden area

But apparently he forgot to explain to Harry the power and power of the spell.

According to Harry's random wand wielding situation, it was lucky that Malfoy's throat had not been cut.

However, it's better to limit Harry so that at least Harry won't be kidnapped out of school again.

It can be said that Snape is a disguised protection. If there is no accident, limit Harry's spare time, which will reduce a lot of trouble.

As for Harry, although Harry knew he deserved it, he was suddenly incredibly happy, even if none of them said a word that night.

But his lightness was short-lived.

Van Lim didn't cheat him?

Of course, the next day he had to endure the abuse of Slytherin, not to mention the anger of Gryffindors, whose captain had banned himself from the last game of the season.

By Saturday morning, no matter what he had said to Hermione, Harry would willingly trade all his lucky potions for being able to walk to Quidditch field with Ron, Ginny and others.

But this is doomed to be impossible, no one can replace him to participate in the confinement, even the lucky potion can not solve this problem.

"What else can I say besides sympathy..." Fanlin was helpless, but Hermione still didn't get over her anger.

Ginny is going too far!

See the color forget righteousness?

Oh, it's just unbearable.

"By the way Van Lin, Snape said before I mean, Shen Feng has no shadow. He suspects you taught me... "

"You really should say that." Fanlin some helpless, fingertip gently a row, a neat incision appeared at the foot of the floor.

"Is this the curse you use?" Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, "row on Malfoy..."

"Maybe..." Harry's heart sank, so Malfoy's injury was more serious than he thought.

"You should know what those charms do..."

"Hey, but so can Fanlin!" Harry retorted in a bad mood.

"Oh, you two are different." Hermione said of course, "anyway, I hope to have a good result today."

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It was intolerable to leave the students in the sunshine, all wearing rosette knots, hats, shining flags and scarves, but Harry walked down the stone steps to the underground classroom, and walked until the voices of the crowd gradually disappeared in the distance. He knew that he could not hear a comment or a cheer or a groan.

"Oh, Potter." Snape said when Harry knocked on the door and walked into the unpleasant but familiar office. Although Snape is teaching on it now, the office is not available. As usual, the light was dim, and the same specimen was still surrounded by colorful potions. What's worse, there are a lot of note taking things on Harry's desk, and there seems to be a long, hard, meaningless job to do on it."Mr. filch has been looking for someone to sort out these old papers," snape said softly. "They are a record of the rest of Hogwarts who made mistakes and their punishment. In some places, the ink gets fuzzy, or the cards are destroyed by rats, we want you to transcribe the crimes and penalties, make sure they are in alphabetical order, and put them back in the box. Of course You can't use magic. "

"Yes, professor." Harry said, dejected, trying to express the greatest contempt in the last three syllables, but it did not affect Snape's mood at all.

It's like talking to a stone.

The stones in the bathroom?

Or the cold black lake? And then it's covered with greasy moss.

Or the excrement of a mermaid?

Anyway, Harry could only think of these terrible adjectives.

For a moment, the resentment against Snape almost reached a fixed point.

"I think you can start," snape said with a vicious smile. In boxes 1012 to 1056, you'll find some familiar names, which should make the task a little more interesting. Here, you see... "

Snape pulled a card out of the top box and read, "James Potter and Sirius Black. Caught using an illegal spell on Willis bridge. Willis's head doubled. Double confinement. "

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 his counterattack, he sat down and pulled through a box.

It's, like Harry had thought in advance, meaningless, boring work. His stomach began to churn regularly (as Snape planned), which meant that he saw the names of his father and Sirius, often with petty crimes, and sometimes lupin and Peter Pettigrew.

It made Harry feel a little angry.

Maybe it was because his father had an eye problem and pulled Peter into his own circle.

Maybe it's because of Quidditch out there?

The reason for the latter may be greater.

While Harry was copying their crimes and punishments, he thought about what was going on outside Ginny and Qiu are competing as seeker at the same time

The war between ex girlfriend and current girlfriend?

All of a sudden Harry felt a little lucky.

Let yourself compete with autumn?

Qiu is really 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 sney make it go very slowly? He couldn't have been here for half an hour - an hour An hour and a half When the clock showed half past twelve, Harry's stomach began to rumble.

Snape, who hasn't said a word since Harry started work, finally looked up at 1:10.

"I think that's enough," he said coldly. "Make a mark. Next Saturday at ten o'clock. "

"Yes, sir." Harry casually put a curved card into the box and rushed out of the office before Snape changed his mind. He ran up the stone steps, cocked up his ears, hoping to hear a little noise from the court, but everything was so quiet So, it's over He hesitated outside the crowded hall and ran up the marble steps. Whether Gryffindor wins or loses, the team always celebrates or grieves in the common room.

"Longgan?" He said to the fat lady, thinking about what he would see in it. "You'll see it," she said, with a look that was too much to read

She moved forward. A loud celebration broke out in the hole behind her. When people saw him, they started screaming and Harry was stunned. A few hands pushed him in.

"We won!" Ron exclaimed, appearing suddenly and handing Harry the silver trophy, "we won! 450 to 450! We won! "

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