I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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

When she heard that Harry was following the instructions in a notebook, she immediately thought of Tom Riddle's diary.

After the two people teamed up to snatch it, they immediately used magic on it to check if there was any problem.

But this is not a magic item, the only thing special is the notes recorded on it.

Because of too much homework, Harry had not been able to study it carefully.

But he flipped through it roughly and found that there were two different handwritings on almost every page.

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 and asked Miss Know-It-All Hermione about the name on the book.

"Maybe it's a woman," said Hermione impatiently, "or maybe it's a girl. I don't think the notebook is from a boy, but more like a girl's."

"His name is 'Half-Blood Prince'," Harry said after thinking for a moment, "The second one might be."

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

She pulled out Harry's book and began to read, staring at the different handwriting.

"I can't recognize it." Hermione looked at the second line of words and felt that it was somewhat familiar, but not quite the same.

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

Harry was anxious to get his book back, and he wanted to go to Dumbledore.

The three people could never have imagined that Dumbledore would become the gatekeeper.

It was Sirius who told them the news, and Harry needed to go there to attend classes.

Harry was much more cheerful, which had something to do with Sirius.

The father and son go to the same school and often interact during class.

To be honest, it’s so good that it makes me a little jealous.

Ron hesitated for a long time and invited Hermione, "Hermione, do you want to go to the library?"

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

Ron felt a little lost after Hermione left.

...

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

In the hall, Slytherin's score hourglass was growing visibly.

Now it is on par with Gryffindor.

"Snape hasn't shown up in weeks," Malfoy complained. "How long are we going to have to wait for Potter to show off his power?"

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

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

John could only say that Snape was able to endure it probably with the help of Dumbledore.

Slughorn made a guest appearance in a few Potions classes. If he continued like this, he would probably become the permanent Potions professor.

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

"I remember his Potions grades weren't that good," Malfoy said maliciously. "He must have drunk Felicis Felicis. It's a stroke of luck."

As he spoke, Malfoy looked at John expectantly, as if he wanted a bottle of Felicis.

John glanced at him and said, "If you win the House Cup, I'll 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 headmaster's office, he passed Harry and Ron.

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

"Harry?" Ron called out when he saw that Harry had stopped moving.

Harry looked at the direction John was heading 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 moment, but then went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with Ron.

John had already passed the gargoyles at the door and entered the principal's office.

This place looks very different from when Dumbledore was here.

The floor was covered with a soft carpet, and Slughorn had no classes, so he was enjoying a pineapple preserve.

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

"Ambrosio Froome always knows what I am thinking. His candy gift boxes are something that appeals to everyone's taste."

Pulling out an octagonal red gift box from the drawer, Slughorn twisted it gently, and the box opened to reveal eight different snacks.

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

He treated John with the same care that a collector would give to a fragile piece of ceramic.

Slughorn didn't even have to ask John's reason for coming; he was happy as long as John came.

"I was quite disappointed not to see you in Potions," said Slughorn. "You must have been doing some research, weren't you?"

"Yes, Professor," John said, biting into a chocolate ball, syrup oozing out of the filling. He chuckled, "Do you remember the question I asked on the train?"

"That's an impressive question," Slughorn said with interest. "You're doing that experiment?"

"But, kid, the audience of 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 search for knowledge.”

These words made Slughorn a little dazed.

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

John invites Slughorn to study with him, which surprises Slughorn.

However, Slughorn was moved by the idea of ​​teaching such a genius.

After a brief thought, he agreed.

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

...

It was time to leave school when John left the principal's office.

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

She didn't even hear Hermione speak.

"Harry!"

"what?"

Hermione called out to him before he responded.

Hermione took a deep breath and thought that this was the child she raised, so she endured it.

"We've got to go and explain to Hagrid," said Hermione, looking up at Hagrid's empty space during breakfast on Saturday.

"We have Quidditch trials this morning!" said Ron, "and we have to practice the Purifying Charm for Charms class!"

"Besides, what is there to explain? We can't tell him we hate his stupid course!"

Ron was reluctant to go over, but Hermione retorted, "We don't hate it!"

"You said so yourself. I haven't forgotten about those skrewts," said Ron grimly. "We were lucky to get away with it. Didn't you hear what he said about his idiot brother? If we had stayed, we'd probably be teaching Grawp how to tie his shoes."

Hermione was unable to refute this statement. After all, Hagrid had never been able to distinguish the physical differences between ordinary people and half-giants.

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

"Then we'll wait until after the Quidditch trials are over," Harry comforted her.

He missed Hagrid too, but he and Ron agreed that it would be best if they never had to deal with Grawp again.

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

"With so many people applying, the tryouts may take a whole morning."

This was Harry's first obstacle as captain. He said a little nervously, "I don't know why the team has suddenly become so popular."

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

She spoke the truth so plainly that the heat of the Great Hall suddenly became unbearable to Harry.

Just then, Malfoy also walked in.

"Oh, isn't this the 'Savior'? Potter, have you thought about how to cry in the 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 to fight him.

...

Chapter 438 Gryffindor's New Keeper

In the end, Harry didn't get to fight with Malfoy because he was pulled away by his teammates.

The suspension last semester has left the team members who have not yet graduated with lingering fears.

Most importantly, they remembered clearly that Harry could not beat 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 stay in your godfather's arms."

He smiled so viciously that the team members who were holding Harry unconsciously let go of his hands.

Fortunately, there were still mature people who shouted, "Do you want to be without a seeker?"

Upon hearing this, everyone increased their strength.

Harry was carried out like this.

When John arrived, he saw Harry being led away like a pig, his body still stubbornly kicking in Malfoy's direction.

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

"Nothing, just let Potter go back to his godfather's arms." Malfoy shrugged, looking like he really deserved a beating, "After all, Harry Potter is still a good boy."

"Draco, promise me that you will bring your wand with you when you go out next time."

John was really afraid that Malfoy would be attacked by someone when he went out. His talent for always being able to accurately taunt someone was really amazing.

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

"The afternoon," said Malfoy unhappily. "The morning was taken by Gryffindor, on the grounds that they had more people."

John didn't find it strange at all.

After all, Harry's name attracted more Gryffindor Quidditch supporters, and students all wanted to get a close look at the savior.

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

Professor Flitwick was the only one sitting in the staff section of the Great Hall, but he was too small to be seen.