Chapter 413：

During this period, the book was snatched away by Ginny and Hermione, especially Ginny.

When she heard that Harry was following the words in a notebook, she immediately recalled Tom Riddle's diary.

After the two people joined forces to **** it, they immediately used magic on it to detect whether there was any problem.

But this book is not a magic prop. The only thing special is the notes recorded on it.

Because there was too much homework, Harry had never been able to study it carefully.

But he flipped through it roughly and found that almost every page was written in two different handwritings.

One is to correct the method in the book, and the other is to increase the efficacy of the medicine on this basis.

Saturday.

"Half-blood Prince, who is the Half-blood Prince?"

Harry sat on the sofa in the common room, looking at the names in the book and asking Miss Know-It-All Hermione.

"Maybe that's a woman," said the irritable Hermione impatiently, "or maybe it's a girl. I don't think that note belongs to a boy, but more like a girl's."

"His name is the Half-Blood Prince," Harry thought for a moment and said, "Maybe the second one is."

Hermione was speechless, she frowned, "This book has two owners?"

She took out Harry's book and read it, staring at the different handwriting.

"I don't recognize it." Hermione looked at the second line of words and felt a little familiar, but it wasn't that.

"It's five minutes to eight o'clock. I have to leave quickly."

Harry was anxious to get his book back. He wanted to go to Dumbledore.

The three of them never imagined that Dumbledore would become the gatekeeper.

Sirius had told them the news, and Harry needed to go there to attend classes.

Harry is much more cheerful, which has something to do with Sirius.

The father and son are in the same school and often interact during class.

To be honest, it's so good that it makes people a little jealous.

Ron hesitated before sending an invitation to Hermione, "Hermione, do you want to go to the library?"

"No," Hermione stood up and walked towards the stairs, "I haven't finished my rune homework yet."

Ron felt a little disappointed after Hermione left.

…

Although there are fewer classes in the sixth grade, there is no shortage of homework at all.

In the auditorium, Slytherin's hourglass of points was growing visibly.

Now it is on par with Gryffindor.

"Snape hasn't been around for weeks," Malfoy complained. "How long are we going to see Potter show up?"

"He has always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," John said casually, stirring the sticky rice porridge, "He should also be a suitable person."

"And Professor Slughorn found someone else, the person he hates the most."

John could only say that if Snape could bear it, Dumbledore would probably have to help him.

Slughorn guest-starred in a few potions classes, and if he continued, he might become the resident potions professor.

Harry's performance aroused great interest in Slughorn, which was the reason why he continued to teach.

"I remember that his potion results were not that good." Malfoy said with malice, "He must have drank the magic potion. A blind cat meets a dead mouse."

As he said that, Malfoy looked at John expectantly, as if he wanted a bottle of elixir.

John glanced at him and said, "If you win the Academy Cup, I will give you a bottle."

"It's a deal!" Malfoy agreed immediately.

After lunch, John handed the translated advanced runes to Daphne.

The above has been translated by him.

John went to the principal's office.

On the way to the principal's office, he passed by Harry and Ron.

They were heading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Harry?" Ron called out to him when he saw Harry hadn't moved.

Harry looked at the direction John was going and said to himself, "That's the direction to the principal's office."

Ron called Harry twice more, and Harry finally came to his senses.

He hesitated for a while, and then went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with Ron.

And John had already passed the gargoyle at the door and walked into the principal's office.

This place looks very different from when Dumbledore was here.

The ground was covered with soft carpets. Slughorn had no classes and was enjoying pineapple preserves.

"Oh, John." Slughorn was very happy to see John looking for him, and shared pineapple preserves with him.

"Ambrosio Froome can always figure out what I am thinking, and his candy gift box is something that is very popular."

Taking out an octagonal red gift box from the drawer, Slughorn twisted it gently. When the box was opened, eight different snacks appeared.

Slughorn took out a chocolate ball and gave it to John.

His cautious attitude toward John was like a collector carefully wiping fragile ceramics.

Slughorn didn't even need to ask why John came, he would be happy as long as John came.

"I was quite disappointed that I didn't meet you in Potions class," Slughorn said. "You must be doing some research, right?"

"Yes, Professor," John took a bite of the chocolate ball, and syrup flowed out of the filling. He chuckled, "Do you still remember the question I asked on the train?"

"That question is very impressive," Slughorn said with interest. "Are you doing that experiment?"

"But, kid, the audience for that experiment is like a blood curse."

Slughorn wanted to persuade John to change his research project. After all, Bloodborne was far less popular than werewolves.

John shook his head and said, "This research project is not about meaning, but about the exploration of knowledge."

What he said made Slughorn feel a little dazed.

"I am here to invite the professor to conduct experiments together, just like Damo Alex and I."

John invited Slughorn to study together, which surprised Slughorn.

But being able to teach such a genius made Slughorn excited.

After thinking briefly, he agreed.

This is not a bad project. On the contrary, it can heal people.

…

It was already get out of class time when John left the principal's office.

Harry met John again, which made Harry a little distracted.

Hermione didn't even hear what she said.

"Harry!"

"ah?"

Hermione called him before he reacted.

Hermione took a deep breath, thinking that this was the child she had raised, she endured it.

"We must go explain it to Hagrid." Hermione said when she looked up at Hagrid's empty seat during breakfast on Saturday.

"There are Quidditch trials this morning!" Ron said, "And we have to practice the Clear Water Fountain Charm assigned by Charms class!"

"Besides, what's the explanation? We can't tell him that we hate his stupid course!"

Ron didn't want to go there, and Hermione retorted: "We don't hate it!"

"That's what you said yourself. I haven't forgotten those Blast-Ended Skrewts." Ron said with a frown. "We were lucky enough to escape. You didn't hear what he said about his idiot brother. If we continue to stay in class, , now he’s probably teaching Graup how to tie his shoes.”

These words made Hermione unable to refute. After all, Hagrid has always been unable to distinguish the different physiques of ordinary people and half-giants.

"I don't want to not talk to Hagrid," Hermione said sadly.

"Then we'll go after the Quidditch trials." Harry comforted her.

He also missed Hagrid very much, but he and Ron had the same idea that it would be best not to have to deal with Grawp for the rest of their lives.

What's more, the Quidditch tryouts are held in the morning.

"There are so many people applying, the selection may last all morning."

This was Harry's first obstacle after becoming captain. He said a little nervously: "I don't know why the team suddenly became so popular."

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione said impatiently, "It's not Quidditch that's popular, but you. You've never been as popular as you are now. They're all here for you!"

She told the truth, and Harry suddenly felt that the auditorium was uncomfortably hot.

At this moment, Malfoy also walked in.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Savior Star'? Potter, have you figured out how to cry in your godfather's arms after losing the game?"

Malfoy imitated Harry and laughed: "Or will your godfather cry with you?"

This time, Harry almost rushed over and started a fight with him.

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Chapter 438 Gryffindor’s new goalkeeper

In the end, Harry still failed to fight Malfoy because he was pulled away by the team members.

The players who have not yet graduated are still frightened by the suspension last semester.

The most important thing is that they clearly remember that Harry cannot defeat Malfoy.

"Right, that is it."

Malfoy's mouth was never idle for a moment, and he used his nature to the extreme.

"Baby Potter, go back to your godfather's arms."

He smiled so wickedly that the team members holding Harry unconsciously let go of their hands.

Fortunately, there were still mature people who shouted: "Do you want no seeker?"

Hearing this, everyone increased their strength.

Harry was carried out like this.

When John arrived, he saw Harry being taken away like a piggy, with his body still kicking stubbornly in the direction of Malfoy.

"What did you do?" John saw the other Gryffindor students staring angrily at Malfoy.

"It's nothing, just let Potter go back to his godfather's arms." Malfoy shrugged, looking very needy, "After all, Harry Potter is still a good baby."

"Draco, promise me, you will remember to bring your wand when you go out."

John is really afraid that Malfoy will be shot when he goes out. This kind of ridicule can always find the talent of life gate, which is really amazing.

After sitting down, John asked: "Selection today?"

"Afternoon," Malfoy said unhappily, "Gryffindor took over the morning because there are so many of them."

John didn't find it strange at all.

After all, Harry's name has led to more Gryffindor Quidditch supporters, and the students all want to have a closer look at the savior's style.

Cut the baguette into bite-sized pieces with a table knife, pick up a piece and put it in your mouth to eat.

Professor Flitwick was the only one on the faculty bench in the auditorium, but he was a bit too small to see anyone.