Vol 2 Chapter 1129:

To deceive Hagrid, in fact, Fanlin did this matter with peace of mind.
Otherwise, with Hagrid’s emotions, it is really difficult to accept being completely abandoned by his friends...
Hagrid’s NEWT class is really bleak. Most people did not choose the magical animal protection course. Although in Hagrid, you can indeed meet some guys that you don’t usually see, but more, it’s a kind of Tortured.
If the four of them go, Fanlin doubts that Hagrid will bring Glop out of the Forbidden Forest, or maybe take them in?
There are not many students anyway, and it is quite possible for them to teach Glop to tie shoelaces, and Hagrid will definitely make shoes the size of Glop's feet.
After solving Hagrid, Fanlin had only one problem left.
Where is Dumbledore and what is he doing? In the next few weeks, Fanlin only met the principal twice.
He hardly shows up during the meal, and Nicolae May has made great progress? But... Fanlin felt a little abandoned now. It's like Harry once, he is now placed in Hogwarts, and his eyes are blackened?
And Harry obviously felt more uneasy, because Dumbledore promised to give him some personal counseling, but in fact, it was just a reading of memories.
Mid-October is the first weekend in Hogsmeade this semester.
This made Harry a little confused. Why are they still allowed to go to Hogsmeade? This undoubtedly makes the security measures near the school more stringent, but he is still very happy to go; after all, it is still irritating to walk out of the castle for a few hours. Pleasant thing.
Harry woke up very early on the day he went to Hogsmeade, and it was windy and rainy outside, so Harry had to rely on what seemed to be the time before breakfast. He usually doesn't lie in bed and read; Ron considers that behavior is normal only if it happens to Hermione or Van Lin, because they are so weird.
But having said that, Harry felt that the Half-Blood Prince's book was not a qualified textbook either. The more Harry delved into the book, the more he discovered that there were so many things hidden in it, not only the potion making tips and convenient shortcuts that would make him famous at Slughorn, but also many fictional little ones. The spell was scribbled randomly in the blank space of the book, and Harry was sure that it was invented by the prince himself, because there were many deletions.
In fact, Harry has tried several spells invented by the prince. There is a spell that can make toenails grow amazingly fast; another spell can make the tongue stick to the upper jaw; and perhaps the most useful spell-whispering whispers can fill the ears of anyone nearby. Recognizable buzz, so that you can chat for a long time in class without being heard.
The only person who wasn't interested in it was Hermione, she maintained a face of resolute opposition from start to finish, and if Harry used a whispering spell on the people around her, she refused to talk to him.
Fanlin was very interested in these spells. In fact, Harry was surprised to find that Fanlin knew about most of the spells above. This greatly facilitated the experiments of Harry's spells. Lin's explanation is probably an analogy effect.
Harry sat on the bed and turned the book around in order to look more closely at the description of a scribbled spell in the book, which seemed to bother the prince. Deleted and changed many times, but in the end, in the corner of this page, a few scribbled words were reluctantly stuffed: The wind and rain outside the fuchsia bell was knocking on the window relentlessly, and Neville was snoring loudly. Harry stared at the words in brackets.
Silent... That must mean silent spells. Harry wondered if he could master the spell; he still had some difficulties with silent spells, and Snape spoke too quickly in every Defence Against the Dark Arts class. On the other hand, based on the current situation, the prince had proved that he was a better teacher than Snape. He flicked his wand aimlessly upwards, and said in his head, ‘Fuchsia! ’.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) Harry put aside in panic; Ron was swayed upside down, as if an invisible hook had caught his ankle.
"Sorry!" Harry said loudly, Dean and Seamus laughed wildly, and Neville had just fallen from the bed to the floor and was now standing up again.
"Hang on for a while, I'll take you..."
"The curse stops..." Fanlin pointed his wand with another flash, and Ron fell back on the bed.
"Sorry," Harry repeated quietly, while Dean and Seamus were still laughing wildly.
"Oh, this is a good way to get up, but my head is a bit congested..." Ron collapsed on the bed in a daze.
"You are experimenting with your spell again, Harry..." Fanlin said helplessly, and then tried to get up from his bed. However, this was obviously not an easy thing.
The thunderstorm is really only suitable for sleep.
"Oh, I'm just some... little experiments." Harry said embarrassingly, but experimenting with Ron, although it was unintentional, it also made Harry feel guilty.
Maybe use Van Lin next time?
"Oh, okay..." Fanlin stretched out, "but I think we should go to Hogsmeade. The weather outside has cleared up."
...
"... Then there was another flash, and I went back to bed!" Ron grinned, and put himself a few more sausages. Ron felt very funny about Harry's new spell, and also Isn't it practical...
Hermione had not smiled, her expression was cold, she looked at Harry disapprovingly.
"This spell happened to be in your potions book again?" she asked.
Harry frowned at her. "You always have to make the worst conclusion, don't you?"
"Is it right?"
"Um... yes, yes, so what?"
"So you want to try this unknown handwritten spell and see what happens?"
"What if it was handwritten?" Harry was unwilling to answer the remaining questions.
"Because it probably hasn't been approved by the Ministry of Magic, said Hermione. "And," she added.
"Oh, yes, it is illegal, but the spell is safe. In fact, nothing can happen to this." Fanlin said
"Do you know again?" Hermione looked at Fanlin with slanted eyes.
"This is a joke!" Harry took it quickly. "Just a joke, Hermione, that's all!"
"Holding someone's ankle makes people hang upside down?" Hermione said. "Who would spend the energy to invent such a spell?"
"Fred and George," Ron shrugged, "this is what they do. And, uh—"
"My dad," Harry said. He just remembered.
"What?" Fanlin asked.
"My dad used this spell," Harry said. "I—Lupin told me."
The last sentence was a lie; in fact, Harry had seen his father use this spell on Snape, but he had never told anyone else about his experience in the meditation basin. And now he thought of a wonderful possibility. Could this half-blood prince be--?
"Maybe your dad did use it, Harry," Hermione said, "but he is not the only one. We have seen a group of people use this spell, if you haven't forgotten it. Hang people upside down in the air. Let's still sleep. They floated helplessly in the middle."
Harry stared at her. He remembered what the Death Eaters did at the Quidditch World Cup.
"That's different," Ron said rudely. "They're using it. Harry and his dad are just joking. You don't like that prince, Hermione," he went on, pointing at Hermione sternly with a sausage, "because his potions class is better than you Learn well—"
"It has nothing to do with that!" Hermione blushed. "I just think you cast spells when you don’t know what they do. It’s very irresponsible, and don’t be an old'prince' prince, as if he is really a prince, I bet that one It's just a stupid name, and I don't think he looks like a good person at all!"
"I don't know why you think that," Harry said angrily. "If he was really a Death Eater seedling, he would boast of his'pure blood', wouldn't he?"
Just as he was talking about this, Harry suddenly thought that his father was pure-blood, but he threw this idea out of the blue; now he has no time to consider this...
But Fanlin looked at Harry in surprise. It was obvious that Harry had misunderstood something.
But in fact, Harry's words were infinitely close to the truth.
Snape was a Death Eater, which Snape had never denied, if not for Lily...
"The Death Eaters can't be all pure-bloods, there are not many pure-blood wizards left," Hermione said stubbornly. "I think most of them are mixed, just pretending to be pure blood. What they hate is Muggle-born people. If you and Ron join, they will be welcome."
"They can't make me a Death Eater!" Ron said angrily, and a small piece of sausage flew out of the fork Ron was waving and hit Ernie McMillan in the head. "Our whole family are blood traitors, and it is as hateful to Death Eaters as people from Muggles."
"They want me very much," Harry said sarcastically. "We will be the best partners if they don't keep thinking about killing me."
"If not, I think Tom's face will be ugly." Fanlin said, "Anyway, Hermione and I don't need it."
"Oh, this is really a lucky thing." Hermione concluded on the topic, "After all, no one wants to be a lunatic."
Then, before Hermione picked up the book again, Ginny's arrival completely disrupted the rhythm of Ginny's criticism.
"Hey, Harry, I'm here to give this to you." It was a roll of parchment with Harry's name written on it in a familiar slender and slanted font.
"Thank you, Ginny...it's Dumbledore's next class!" Harry said, unrolling the parchment to quickly scan the contents. "Monday night!"
He suddenly felt a burst of ease and happiness. "Want to go to Hogsmeade with us, Ginny?"
"I'm going with Dean-maybe I'll meet you there," she replied, waving at them as she left.
"Wait, there is no you on this." Hermione frowned. "Dumbledore just let Harry pass by himself."
"Really?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore's note again, and Fanlin's name did not appear on it.
"Maybe Dumbledore has some other arrangements." Fanlin thought for a moment. "Maybe I will leave Hogwarts for a while."
"Where to go?"
"I don't know, maybe it's from Nicholas Lemae." Fanlin thought for a while, Dumbledore did not let him continue to go to his office with Harry for class. Obviously, Nicholas Lemae has made great progress, maybe He will be able to get to Nicole May soon?
"However, I think we can go to Hogsmeade now, Hermione..."
Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the list of persons allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village. This process was longer than before, because Filch had to search everyone with a secret detector three times.
"What does it matter if we take the black magic things out?" Ron asked, staring worriedly at the slender detective ~ EbookFREE.me ~ you should definitely check what we brought in. "
At the price of talking too much, Ron's face was stabbed a few times by the detective, and when they set out to walk in the storm, he seemed a little cowered.
This is really a terrible thing. It didn't take half a minute to walk out of the gate, and it started to rain again. This setting looks like a joke, maybe a thunder...
Ok……
The road to Hogsmeade was not pleasant.
Hermione covered the lower part of her face with a scarf; the exposed part immediately became numb.
This is really a terrible thing. For this reason, Fanlin had to help Hermione maintain her body temperature. However, it turns out that in a cold environment, the effect of the warm-up spell is really limited.
Fanlin had to block Hermione with his body. As for Harry and Ron...
The road leading to the village is full of students who almost folded their bodies in half to avoid the biting cold wind.
This made Harry miss the warm time in the common room more than once, especially after seeing Fanlin completely abandon them, this kind of thoughts bred wantonly in Harry's mind.
"Why don't we use Yeqi's carriage?" Harry opened his mouth and then let in a cold wind.
"If there is one now," Fanlin said helplessly, "It doesn't seem like it was a good decision to come out today."
And when they finally arrived in Hogsmeade Village, they found that the Jokoh Joke Shop was sealed with wooden slats. This situation is undoubtedly a thunderbolt for everyone.
Hogsmeade can go only a little bit. Fortunately, not all shops are closed.
Fanlin pointed at Duke Honey, wearing thick gloves, and several people followed Fanlin into the crowded shop.