Vol 2 Chapter 1144:

However, in fact, after coming to the Burrow, Harry did not have the opportunity to speak to Mr. Weasley. He worked for a long time at the Ministry of Magic every day, until Christmas Eve.
The Weasleys and their guests were sitting in the living room. Ginny decorated the room exaggeratedly, as if she was in a sea of ​​paper flowers.
Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were the only people who knew that the angel on top of the Christmas tree was actually a goblin, and Fred was bitten by it while pulling the carrot for the Christmas dinner. So they chanted a faint spell on it, painted it in a gold color, put on a miniature tutu and glued a pair of wings to its back, and was now down angrily Staring at all of them.
It had a big bald head like a potato and shaggy feet. It was the most ugly angel Harry had ever seen.
They were all listening to Mrs. Weasley's favorite singer Celestine Warbeck's Christmas broadcast, and her gentle singing was coming from the huge wooden radio.
Fleur seemed to find Celestina's singing very boring. She spoke in a loud voice in the corner, while the unhappy Mrs. Weasley kept pointing her magic wand at the volume controller, so Celestina's The voice became louder and louder. In a jazz-style rhythm, "The Crucible Full of Strong Love", Fred and George started playing with Ginny with a crackling explosion. Ron kept peeping at Bill and Fleur, as if he wanted to learn some skills.
At the same time, Lupin sat by the fire and stared at the deepest part of the fire, as if he couldn't hear Celestina's voice.
"Oh, come and stir my cauldron, if you do nothing wrong, I will kindle a strong fire of love, so that you can spend the night warmly."
"We danced under this singing when we were 8 years old!" Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears from her eyes with her "fur" clothes. "Do you remember, Arthur?"
"Huh?" Mr. Weasley was peeling the tangerine, and he nodded and said, "Oh, yes... incredible tune..." He sat up a little harder, turned his head to look at Harry, he Is sitting nearby.
"Sorry," he turned his head and glanced at the radio. Celestina had already sang the chorus, "it's almost over."
"It's okay," Harry grinned. "Is the Ministry of Magic busy recently?"
"Very busy," Mr. Weasley said. "I won't care if there is progress, but I suspect that in the three arrests in recent months, none of them is a real Death Eater-just don't tell others People, Harry."
He suddenly looked more alert. "They didn't detain Stan anymore, did they?" Harry asked.
"I'm afraid not," Mr. Weasley said. "I know that Dumbledore has tried to directly ask Scrimgeour to release Stan... I mean, everyone who has interrogated him agrees that Stan can't be a Death Eater... But the higher level wants people to see them. "Three arrests" is better than "three wrong arrests and releases"... I emphasize again, these are all top secrets..."
"I can't say anything," Harry said. He hesitated for a while, not knowing how to speak; as he sorted out his thoughts, he listened to Celestina Warbeck again starting a new song "You cast magic on my heart".
"Mr. Weasley, do you remember what I told you before leaving for school at the station?"
"I checked, Harry," Mr. Weasley said immediately. "I went and searched Malfoy's house. I didn't find anything that shouldn't be there, whether it's broken or intact."
"Yeah, I know, I saw that you have checked it on here... but it's a different thing... well, further..." He overheard Malfoy and Snape The conversation and the subsequent dispute between Harry and Fanlin were all told to Mr. Weasley. When Harry was speaking, he saw Lupin's head turned slightly to his side and heard every word. After he finished speaking, no one in the room spoke except Celestina's affectionate humming.
"Oh, where did my poor heart go? It abandoned me for a spell..."
"As Fanlin said, have you ever thought about it, Harry," Mr. Weasley asked, "Snape was just pretending to—"
"But, there must be something between them. I know the unbreakable vow, Snape has no reason..."
"No, I think he will do this." Lu Ping said flatly, "I trust him."
"Do you trust him?" Harry thought it was weird, and he looked at Lupin directly.
"Do you really like or trust Snape?"
"I neither like nor hate Severus," Lupin said.
"No, Harry, I'm telling the truth," he added when he saw Harry's skeptical expression. "We may never be close friends; after all those things that happened between James and Sirius and Severus, there was too much bitterness. But I did not forget that I was coaching at Hogwarts. In that year, Severus prepared the perfect wolf poison "potion" for me every month, so that I didn't have to suffer so much pain during the full moon."
"But he'incidentally' vented the fact that you were a werewolf, and you had to leave!" Harry said angrily.
Lupin shrugged. "Sooner or later, this matter will leak out. You and I know that he wants my job, but if he wants to cause more harm to me, he can do things in the "potion". But he keeps To improve my health. I should be grateful to him."
"Perhaps under Dumbledore's nose, he dared not do anything in the'medicine'!" Harry said.
"You made up your mind to hate him, Harry," Lupin smiled weakly. "I understand; James is your father, Sirius is your godfather, you have inherited your usual prejudice. You can tell Dumbledore what you say to Arthur and me, but don't expect him to do anything about it. The point of view is consistent with you; don't even expect him to be surprised by what you are saying. Maybe Dumbledore ordered Severus to ask Draco."
"...Now you tore my heart apart, and I also want to thank you for returning it to me!" Celestina finished her song with a long high note, and loud applause broke out on the radio. , Mrs. Weasley also joined them enthusiastically.
"Is it over?" Furong said loudly. "Thank God, how terrible—"
"So, shall we have a bedtime drink?" Mrs. Weasley asked loudly, jumping up. "Who wants eggnog?"
"What have you been up to lately?" Harry asked Lupin. Mrs. Weasley hurried to get the eggnog, and the others stretched out and started talking.
"Oh, I have been working secretly," Lupin said. "It's no exaggeration. That's why I can't write to you, Harry; sending you a letter may be a leak."
"What do you mean?"
"I have always lived with my companions, my kind," Lupin said.
"Werewolf," Lupin added, seeing Harry looking at him puzzled. "Almost all of them are on Voldemort's side. Dumbledore wants a spy. I'm... ready-made, and we did that a long time ago. Save the vampire, and Fanlin destroyed the underground street. Entrance."
"Underground Street?" Harry asked, "That's..."
"Werewolf territory," Lupin said. "In fact, almost all werewolves are on Voldemort's side, and they do something..."
"How could they like Voldemort?" Harry asked without understanding.
"They think they can live better under his rule," Lupin said. "And it's very difficult to instigate Greyback..."
"Grey Burke?" Harry exclaimed, "That's not..."
"Oh, yes, Fenrir Greyback is perhaps the cruelest werewolf in existence. He aims to bite and infect as many people as possible; he wants to create enough werewolves. Conquer the wizard. Voldemort promised to give him some sacrifices in return for his service. Greyback specializes in biting children... He said that they should bite when they are young, so that they can grow up far away from their parents, with a view to normal wizards. The hatred grew; Voldemort used to threaten others by letting him out to bite their children; such threats often worked." Luping paused, then said, "It was Greyback who bit me."
Even though Harry knew something, Harry couldn't help it...
Lupin is fighting the werewolf who ruined his life.
It seemed that he could see Harry's shock or other emotions. In short, Lupin didn't seem to care that much, as if he was telling someone's story.
"Yes. My father offended him. I didn't know the identity of the werewolf who attacked me for a long time; I even sympathized with him, thinking he couldn't control himself, and I knew what it was like to be transformed. But Gray This is not the case for Burke. At the full moon he will approach the victim to make sure he is close enough to attack.
Everything was planned by him. Voldemort used him to organize and lead the werewolves.
I can't say how much progress has been made on Greyback with his unique and reasonable point of view. He still insists that blood is what we werewolves deserve, and insists that we should retaliate against normal people. "
"revenge?"
"This is probably related to Greyback's "sex" character, but..." Luping paused, "I have to reverse their views, and Rutherford has helped me a lot on this point."
"Help?" Harry thought of the vampire who spoke badly at the ball. "I don't think..."
"That's just their opinion, Harry," Lupin said. "It cannot be denied that the werewolf should use the werewolf's approach."
"What is the method of werewolf?"
"Domination!" Lupin said, "A very useful way to take everything from Greyback, purify your blood, and then control all the werewolves... There is always a need for a wolf in the wolves."
"Domination, Wolf?" Harry felt a little unreliable, and glanced at Lupin's thin body...
"Sorry, but I think..."
"What do you think of me? I don't look like a leader?" Lupin said indifferently. "Jaime said the same, but he thinks I am still very strong after being transformed."
Speaking of his friends, Lupin seemed to be relaxed.
He took a glass of eggnog from Mrs. Weasley and said thank you. Looks a little bit happy. And Harry felt a surge of excitement at the same time: Lupin mentioned his father just now, which reminded Harry that he still had something to ask Lupin.
"Have you heard of someone called the Half-Blood Prince?"
"Mixed what?"
"Prince," Harry watched him closely, hoping to see signs of him remembering.
"No prince is a wizard," Lupin said with a smile. "Is this a title you are going to adopt? I originally thought that'The Son of Destiny' would be enough."
"It has nothing to do with me!" Harry said dissatisfied. "The Half-Blood Prince is a man who had studied at Hogwarts. I got his old magic "potions" textbook. The book was filled with spells, spells he invented. One of them is a fuchsia— —"
"Oh, that spell was very popular when I was studying at Hogwarts," Lupin said nostalgic. "It was a few months in my fifth grade. After you hit this spell, you would be lifted by your ankle and hung in the air, unable to move.
"My dad used it," Harry said. "I saw it in the penis, he used it to Snape." He tried to say it nonchalantly, as if it were an irrelevant comment, but he wasn't sure whether he achieved the desired effect; Lupin's smile seemed a little too understanding.
"Yes," he said, "but he is not the only one who uses it. As I said, it is very popular...you know how these spells come and go..."
"But it sounds like it was invented during your studies," Harry insisted.
"Not necessarily," Lupin said. "The popularity and obsolescence of spells are like everything else." He looked at Harry's face and said calmly, "Jaime is pure blood, Harry, I assure you that he never let us call him'Prince ~EbookFREE.me~ Harry immediately put aside his pretense and said, "Isn't it Sirius? Or you? "
"Absolutely not."
Harry stared at the fire. "I just think—well, he helped me a lot in the potions class, that prince."
"How old is that book, Harry?"
"I don't know, I haven't checked."
"So, maybe this will help you find some clues about when the prince is studying at Hogwarts." Lupin said.
After saying this, Fleur decided to imitate Celestina and sang "The Crucible Full of Strong Love". After everyone caught a glimpse of Mrs. Weasley's face, they knew it was time to go to bed.
In fact, Harry was not willing, but challenged Mrs. Weasley's rant?
Although it was certain that Mrs. Weasley would not treat herself this way, in fact, it still made Harry very uncomfortable.
After bidding farewell to Lupin, Harry and Ron climbed all the way to the bedroom in Ron's attic, where a "Lu" camp bed had been added to Harry. Ron fell asleep immediately, but Harry digs out his copy from the suitcase before going to bed.
Following Lupin’s prompt, Harry turned the pages of the book and searched, and finally found the publication date at the beginning of the book.
This book is almost 50 years ago. Neither his father nor his father's friends entered Hogwarts 50 years ago.
Suddenly, Harry felt very disappointed, threw the book back into the box, turned off the light, and turned over to consider Lupin's return to the werewolf tribe, as well as Snape, Malfoy, Stanson Parker and the Half-Blood Prince.
Oh, of course, and Fanlin, in fact, Harry was abandoned again, only he and Ron returned to the Burrow.
In the end Harry fell asleep uncomfortably, dreams full of creeping shadows and the cry of bitten children.