Chapter 1154 (1/2)
”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