Vol 2 Chapter 1126:

In fact, Harry felt a little dreamy about everything that happened in the Potions class so far, but this did not prevent him from following the method in the book.
It can be said that this should be trust.
Fanlin also studied the notebook carefully. Even though he and Snape were familiar with each other, Fanlin had to complain about Snape's handwriting. It was like an ant crawling. It was really dense and illegible. , But this does not hinder Harry's enthusiasm for this book.
In the potions class of the next week, Harry followed the instructions of the Half-Blood Prince to correct any discrepancies with Lebesius Polic’s statement. So after four consecutive classes, Slug En was almost overwhelmed by Harry's ability, he even said that he rarely taught such talented students.
Except for Fanlin, neither Ron nor Hermione were too happy about it. Although Harry lent the book to them to read and borrow, Ron was much more difficult than Harry to recognize the handwriting, and he didn't dare to let Harry read it to him, otherwise it would look suspicious.
Hermione also tried unswervingly to follow her so-called "official" instructions, but the result was never as good as the prince's, which made her temper worse and worse.
Fortunately, Fanlin used magic to make a new copy of the book, and secretly helped Hermione make some changes, but the result was still not satisfactory.
Maybe it's just unacceptable in the girl's heart.
Harry had been wondering who the half-blood prince was. Although a lot of homework didn't allow him time to read through the book, he scanned it roughly and found that the Half-Blood Prince had left his own notes on almost every page, and they were not all about potion preparation. The explanation of the spell was memorized everywhere, and it looked like he had made it up himself.
"Maybe it's her," Hermione said grumpily in the common room on Saturday night, and Harry was showing Ron the spells.
"Maybe it's a girl. I think those handwritings are more girly than boys."
"He is called the Half-Blood Prince," Harry said. "Which girl is a prince?"
Hermione seemed speechless. She just frowned and pulled her paper on "Principles of Reconstruction of Matter" from Ron, and he was trying to turn that paper upside down.
Harry hesitated and put the worn-out book in his school bag.
"I think we are still going. It's five points to eight, otherwise Harry will be late to Dumbledore." Fanlin quickly put an end to this topic about Snape, but in fact, this still cannot be allowed. The girl got excited.
"Oh-!" Hermione took a breath and immediately looked up at Fanlin, "Good luck to you! We are waiting for you to come back, we want to know what he teaches you!"
"Hope everything goes well," Ron said, and they watched Harry and Fanlin go into the portrait hole.
"Who do you think the half-blood prince will be?" Harry couldn't help but asked. In his opinion, Fanlin would always know something that no one else knew.
"I don't know." Fanlin said, "Perhaps it is someone who has died, or Slughorn's excellent student. I think the professor should know something, why not ask him."
"Forget it, let him know that I am doing this because of this book, I don't think it's a good thing." Harry shook his head, looking regretful.
If even Fanlin didn't know, Harry couldn't figure out where to find the answer he wanted.
Harry and Fanlin were walking along the corridor with no one, Professor Trauni suddenly appeared in a corner, and Harry reflexively ducked behind a statue.
This made Fanlin a little speechless.
No matter how you look at it, both people feel a guilty conscience.
She was shuffling a dirty-looking deck of playing cards, still muttering something in her mouth. "Two of spades: war conflict," she murmured as she walked by the statue where the two crouched. "Seven of spades: a bad omen. Ten of spades: atrocities. J of spades: a young black man who looks very upset and doesn't like the interrogator—"
She stopped opposite the statue where Harry was hiding.
"Well, this must be wrong," she said angrily, and Harry heard her shuffle the cards vigorously and set off again, leaving only the smell of cooking sherry.
Harry waited until she was gone before running all the way to the wall of the stone beast station in the corridor on the seventh floor.
"What's up with her?"
"Who knows, Professor Trauni has always been like this. It’s nothing strange." Fanlin said. In fact, he has been on a high speed. Professor Trauni is not a useless magic stick. In terms of normal performance, it is difficult to say whether this is an illusion or not.
If it is not clear that the prediction about Voldemort comes from Sybil, it is difficult to imagine what Professor Trauni should rely on to continue teaching from Hogwarts.
"Okay." Harry nodded. He still agrees with Fanlin's words. Professor Trauni usually looks like a magic stick. This seems to help her gather those mysterious auras, but in most people In his eyes, there is nothing to be praised at all except to be silly.
"You said, what does Dumbledore teach us?" Harry couldn't help but asked, putting the half-blood prince aside for now, but even so, Harry still had a lot of curious things.
For example, the future?
"I don't know, but I think that today is the first day. Maybe Dumbledore won't teach us too much, like the powerful spells Ron said. I don't think so."
"I think so." Harry nodded, "but I'm still curious what Dumbledore will teach us."
"We won't know this until we arrive." Fanlin took two steps forward, then stopped.
"However, I can tell you what Dumbledore trained me before."
"Training, you never said it."
"Ah, yes, because it's not necessary, and on the other hand, I don't know if this is training or not." Fanlin remembered the memory Dumbledore showed him, which was originally for Harry, but they were looking for The Horcrux was taken out in advance.
"Is it training, what do you mean?" Harry was dazed.
"In fact, it's just some memories." Fanlin said, "It's hard to describe, but this is indeed something about Voldemort and an important clue to defeating him. It's about Horcrux..."
"Horcrux?" Harry repeated. Although he knew the concept of a Horcrux, no one had ever explained more details to him.
Regardless of the quantity or why Voldemort did it, Harry had only a vague impression of it. He only knew that there were fragments of Voldemort's soul, and he happened to be able to feel him because he was chosen, or rather , Is the adversary destined by Voldemort...
"I think so. This may be Dumbledore’s plan to disclose everything to you. I think we should only go to the depths of memory to search for details about Voldemort. This is very useful for finding Voldemort’s weakness. helpful."
"Okay..." Harry nodded. Although this is not bad, Harry still hopes that Dumbledore can give him more guidance on magic.
On the next journey, neither of the two spoke, until they reached the door of Dumbledore's office, and saw the stone beast, the long silence was broken.
"Sour lollipop," Fanlin said. The stone beast jumped to the side; the wall behind him slid to the side, revealing a rotating spiral stone staircase. Fanlin and Harry walked up, and the staircase took them to rotate steadily up until they reached a belt. There was a door with a brass knocker, which led to Dumbledore's office.
Fanlin knocked on the door.
"Come in," Dumbledore's voice said.
"Good evening, professor..."
"Good evening," Fan Lin walked into the principal's office.
"Ah, good evening, Harry, Fanlin. Please sit down," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I think you had a good first week back to school, right?"
"Yes, thank you, professor," Harry said.
"You must be busy too, I heard that you have already been confined!" Dumbledore said to Harry with a smile.
To be honest, this kind of joke still sounds quite embarrassing, a conversation between a student and a teacher, and the topic of discussion is whether it has been confined...
"Uh...," Harry was a little at a loss, but Dumbledore didn't look harsh.
"I have negotiated with Professor Snape, and you will go to him next week to lock up."
"Okay." Harry had something more urgent than Professor Snape's confinement, and he was secretly looking around the room, hoping to find something to suggest what Dumbledore would teach tonight.
The circular office is the same as usual: the delicate silver utensils are placed on the long-legged table, emitting puffs of smoke and turning around; the portraits of the previous principals are dozing off in their frame; Dumbledore is beautiful The extraordinary Phoenix Fox was watching Harry with interest on the perch.
It seemed that Dumbledore hadn't set up a duel practice field.
"So, how are you, Professor McGonagall gave me feedback. She has added several important courses to you. I hope this will not affect you."
"Oh, of course, nothing!" Fanlin affirmed that for Professor McGonagall, Fanlin is still in awe of Professor McGonagall. Since Professor McGonagall thinks this is necessary, then surely, it is very necessary.
"I think so." Dumbledore smiled, as easy-going as he used to be.
"Then, Harry," Dumbledore said methodically. "I'm sure you have always wanted to know what I have-in a nice word-what the course has prepared for you?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Well, I think it's time to tell you something, now that you know what prompted Voldemort to try to kill you five years ago." He paused.
"You said you told me everything at the end of last semester," Harry said. It was difficult for him to conceal the accusations in his voice. "Professor," he added.
Listening to the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to hear that Harry still had a deep resentment for Dumbledore's decision.
Since what happened last semester, they only had a brief conversation, and then Harry was trapped in Dursley’s house for most of the holiday. It was terribly bad for wizards, but in fact, it was also right. Harry's kind of protection, and the specific reason Harry also understood, this came from his mother's efforts in the last days.
However, even so, Voldemort, who was resurrected through Harry's blood, obviously already had the ability to touch Harry. It's hard to say how much meaning there was to do so, but Dumbledore still let Harry return to Dursley's house.
This is probably the concept of making the best use of everything.
But the first is obviously different. The super destructive power displayed by Voldemort has reached the level that Dumbledore can't limit. It's just that this power is difficult to control, but for Voldemort, it is not difficult. Things.
This is a race against time, and there is not much time left for them, so it is necessary that Dumbledore must respond in advance.
Therefore, there is the training that Dumbledore now speaks of.
It is difficult to figure out what Dumbledore's attitude is now, but it cannot be denied that Voldemort must personally end Harry's life, thereby destroying Harry's part of Voldemort's body.
Although it was a bit cruel, it was quite obvious that Harry had to experience a death.
In fact, if there is a better choice, or if Dumbledore is younger, maybe things will become more... cruel?
Dumbledore would personally end Voldemort's life and all the Horcruxes, and Harry was included in this.
It can be said that Sybil’s prediction was a joke a few decades earlier. Dumbledore didn’t have to worry about it at all, and at the same time, there shouldn’t be any death involved~EbookFREE.me~Vampires and the like. The guy who was abandoned by the times.
Fanlin ignored the conversation between the two. Obviously, Dumbledore came over to explain his plan to Harry. Although this did not include the part of Harry’s death, the most likely thing was to read it again. There are memories of the Gunter family, but for Fanlin, there is no secret in this. Of course, if there are memories of vampire ancestors, it is a good thing. Fanlin has always been curious about vampires. How did you find something about the of death.
As far as mythology and ancestor theory are concerned, vampires are obviously not the product of death’s flesh and blood, but there are various connections...
Forget it, it's more comfortable to slap Fox, Crookshanks is also good, preferably Hermione, who is soft and graceful...
"So I did," Dumbledore said quietly.
"I told you everything I know. From then on, we will leave the solid foundation of facts together, through the dark swamp of memory, and travel through the bushes of unfounded guesses. From then on, ha Li, I might be as wrong as Humphrey Belcher, he even believed that people would buy his cauldron made of cheese."
"But you think you are right?" Harry said.
"Naturally yes, but as you have already seen, I will make the same mistakes as that person. In fact, as-forgive me-who is smarter than most people, the mistakes are correspondingly bigger ."
"Professor," Harry said tentatively, "is what you are going to tell me has anything to do with that prophecy? Will it help me... survive?"
"It has a lot to do with prophecy," Dumbledore said casually like Harry was asking him about the weather tomorrow, "Of course I hope it will help you survive."