Vol 2 Chapter 1169:

　　 This made Harry feel unreal. He had seen this scene, to be precise, he had experienced it personally.
He is repeating the same thing as that person, except that they are not after a slug club dinner, they are just after an ordinary potions get out of class, and Slughorn now appears Somewhat busy.
　　 "So... come here, now, Harry, you're going to be late for the next class," Slughorn said with a smile, and his dragon leather briefcase snapped his golden buttons when he closed it.
　　 "Sir," Harry said urgently, thinking of Voldemort involuntarily, "Actually, uh... I want to ask you some questions."
　　 "Just ask, my dear child, whatever..."
　　 Hearing what Slughorn said, Harry couldn't help but retreat. As Hermione said, since Slughorn was covering up his memory, he asked such a simple question...
　　 Suddenly Harry felt that his future was a little gloomy, but no matter what, Harry said that he should...
　　 "Uh... sir, I want to know if you know... Know the Soul Fragment?" Harry let out a long sigh of relief, um... there should be nothing wrong.
　　 However, Slughorn was stunned. This sentence obviously brought a strong impact to Slughorn. His round face sank sharply, he licked his lips and said hoarsely, "What did you say?"
　　 "I'm asking, do you know anything about soul fragments, sir, look—" Harry said solemnly, but before Harry could finish talking, Slughorn interrupted him.
　　 "So, Dumbledore entrusted this... to you?" Slughorn whispered. His voice changed completely, no longer kind, replaced by shock, fear, he took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his sweating forehead.
　　 "Dumbledore showed you those—those memories, right?" Slughorn asked.
　　 "Yes!" Harry said frankly. He felt it best not to lie on this point.
　　 "Oh, yes, of course, I should have thought of..." Slughorn said calmly, still gently rubbing his pale face. "Of course... well, if you have seen those memories, you will know, I don't know any..."
　　 "Any?" Slughorn repeated firmly, "Something about soul fragments."
　　 It looked like Slughorn was about to get angry, but it didn't feel very real, and Slughorn felt a little guilty.
　　 Slughorn grabbed his dragon leather briefcase, put Pa back in his pocket, and walked to the door of the dungeon classroom.
　　 "Sir," Harry said disappointedly, "I just thought there might be more memories of them—"
　　 "You?" Slughorn said, "You are wrong, totally wrong!"
　　 Slughorn kept shaking his head, as if he wanted to ask for it.
　　 Slughorn finished these words and slammed the door of the dungeon classroom before Harry could say anything.
　　 In fact, neither Fanlin nor Hermione felt sympathy for the tragic meeting Harry described. It was an inevitable result, and Harry thought about it.
　　 What's more, even if Slughorn is invited to teach at Hogwarts, it needs to be threatened, let alone let Slughorn admit what he did back then.
　　 For example, tell Tom what Horcrux is and how to make Horcrux?
　　 However, this kind of reason is obviously not able to transfer the hatred Harry incurred in Potions class.
　　Hermione still feels angry that Harry didn't do any work in the pharmacy class. Ron also resented Harry for not offering him a piece of bezoar.
　　 And Fanlin didn't want to participate in Harry's whole plan at all.
　　 Discuss how to convince Slughorn?
　　 Compared with this, Fanlin thinks there is a simpler and more effective way, but this method is obviously not adopted by Dumbledore, so it is better to leave the trouble to Harry to deal with it.
　　 Compared to this, Fanlin has worse things.
For example, to reformulate a plan about Voldemort. Since Voldemort entered the vampire realm, he has become stronger and stronger. Moreover, all information about Voldemort is completely hidden. According to Snape, the current activities are basically The above was given to Bellatrix to host, as Voldemort's favorite vampire, obviously, Bellatrix's status is extremely lofty.
　　 After all, Bella and Voldemort have a child...
　　 But, it was nothing more than a tragedy, just like Voldemort's parents, born through a love potion.
　　 Anyway, Fanlin had heard this statement, otherwise, there are many people who admire Voldemort, but only, Bellatrix is ​​an alien among all Death Eaters, and no one dares to do anything to Bella.
　　In other words, the child should have been recently, counting the time, it seems...
"It would be stupid if we all did that!" Harry said grumpily. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the criticism of several friends, especially when he tried to reconcile the conflict between Ron and Hermione. , How can you not see the same attitude of two people in that Kung Fu?
"Look, I have tried to soften him so that I can ask him about Voldemort, don't you? Oh, you scorched a handle!" Harry said angrily. Ron couldn't help but when he heard the name Tremble.
　　 Harry was irritated by Ron and Hermione's failure to treat him. He spent the next few days thinking about how to deal with Slughorn. Harry decided that he wanted Slughorn to feel that he had forgotten everything about soul fragments before he could do it again; this would truly paralyze Slughorn and give him a sense of safety.
　　 In fact, when Harry stopped asking Slughorn any questions, the Potions teacher began to treat Harry kindly again, and he seemed to have suppressed this in his heart.
　　 Harry began to wait to be invited to Slughorn's small night party, even if he modified the Quidditch training plan this time. Unfortunately, there is no such invitation again.
　　 Harry discussed with Fanlin, Hermione, and (most importantly) Ginny: None of them received the invitation, even if they only knew, but no one received it.
　　 Harry couldn't help but wonder if Slughorn hadn't forgotten what happened, so he didn't give Harry any chance to ask questions.
"I can't find any explanation about soul fragments!" Hermione told Harry, "not at all! I have checked all the information and even some books that can teach you to make the most terrible potions — none! All I can find is this. In the introduction of magimostevil, listen-soul fragments are the most evil magic invention, we can't say or give usage..."
　　 "I'm thinking, why do you say that?" Hermione said helplessly, she slammed the old book closed, and the book let out a terrible wail.
　　 "Oh, shut up," Hermione slammed the book into her school bag, obviously dissatisfied with this ignorant book.
　　 In fact, Hermione is still very difficult, forgetting Harry's use of bezoar in potions class and doing nothing, which made Hermione feel like a fool.
　　 It's not so much that Harry was hit by it, it's better to say that Hermione's ideas have been hit.
　　 Malice from Professor Snape decades ago? This made Hermione, who had always believed in books, doubted her outlook on life.
This also made Fanlin realize one thing. Maybe Hermione will never learn alchemy like Fred and George. Sometimes, Hermione does lack a little imagination, even if Hermione is good enough, But girls are more willing to believe in the accumulation of experience.
　　……
　　 The snow on the Quidditch field melted with the advent of February, and replaced by cold and wet. Purple-gray clouds hung low above the castle, and a sudden rain made the grass more muddy.
　　 It was in this kind of weather that the sixth graders ushered in their first phantom shift class in the auditorium instead of on the ground.
The 　　 course was specially arranged on Saturday morning so that they would not miss any normal courses. When Fanlin and Hermione and Harry arrived in the auditorium (Ron had gone down with Lavender), they found that the table had already disappeared. The heavy rain washed the windows of the high places. In front of the auditorium stood four deans of the academy and a little wizard...
This must be the instructor from the Ministry of Magic, but Fanlin didn’t think that this instructor would be any better than the professor at Hogwarts. Fanlin always liked the members of the Ministry of Magic who did nothing to wash away. Missing.
　　 This is probably the long-standing heritage of the faculty of the Ministry of Magic. For details, please refer to the former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, our lovely lady Umbridge.
　　 The instructor was abnormally expressionless, his hair tied into small bundles, as if a breeze could blow him away.
　　 In fact, Fanlin always wondered if he could get this job because of his body shape, or his body shape determined that he could well disappear and then reappear.
　　 To some extent, the smaller the volume and density, the easier it is to perform magic like Apparition.
　　 "Good morning!" He said when the four deans asked for the audience to be quiet, "My name is Wilcote Edward. I will be your instructor for the Phantom Transformation course for two weeks."
　　 "Malfoy, be quiet! Focus!" Professor McGonagall called. Everyone looked back. Malfoy's face turned pink, and he strode away Crabbe looked very angry, he seemed to have just argued with Crabbe in a low voice.
　　 Harry gave Snape a quick glance, and he seemed to be angry too.
　　 "I hope you all perform well in the exams soon." Edward continued, as if he had never been interrupted. "I think you all know that you can't apparate normally at Hogwarts. But the principal made an exception today-only in this auditorium-we have one hour for you to practice. Should I emphasize, If you want to Apparate to a place outside of Hogwarts School, it is absolutely unwise."
　　 "I want each of you to immediately adjust your position and make sure there is 5 feet of open space in front of you." People started to move. Of course, stumbling and bickering are indispensable, everyone wants to stand in the front. This keeps the four deans busy.
　　 "Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked.
But Harry didn’t answer; he hurried through the crowd, he passed Professor Freeway—he was trying to regulate a few Ravenclaw students, passing Professor Sprout—she was forcing a few Hufflepuffs The Qi students lined up, and he finally came right behind Malfoy, and Malfoy was arguing with Crabbe who was 5 feet away.
　　 This makes Fanlin and Hermione a little speechless. Harry is a persistent person, and in many cases, Harry is a little persistent and unreasonable.
　　 "I don't know how long it will take, it takes more time than I thought." Crabbe opened his mouth to talk, but Malfoy guessed what he was going to say again. "Look, what I do has nothing to do with you, Crabbe. You and Gore just need to do what I catch, and look forward to your style!"
　　 "If I want my friends to watch the wind, I will tell them what I want to do." Harry said, making his voice just audible to Malfoy.
　　 The scene returned to calm again, after all, the magic of space transformation and so on that was very tall at a glance is still very eye-catching.
　　 "Thank you," Edward said, "Now..." He waved his magic wand, and an old wooden ring immediately appeared in front of each student.
　　 "It is very important to remember that there are three'lands'" Edward said! "Destination, destination, destination!"
　　 "???" Fanlin felt a little unreliable. Should important things be emphasized three times?
　　 "The first step: focus your mind on where you are going," Edward said, "for example, in your wooden ring, now gently focus on the destination."
　　 Everyone was secretly looking around to see other people staring at their wooden rings, and hurriedly followed suit. Harry looked at the ring on the dusty floor and tried not to think about anything. It turned out that it was futile, and he couldn't help monitoring what Malfoy was doing.
　　 "Step two," Edward said, focusing your attention to take up space! Every cell in the body must think about entering!
Harry secretly glanced around. Not far to his left, Ernie McMillan was trying to stare at his ring so that his face turned red, looking like an enlarged and deformed egg, Harry He snickered and immediately turned back to look at his ring.
　　" The third step ~EbookFREE.me~ Edward said, "Stand at that point when I ordered and feel like you are starting to move. Listen to my orders, now..."
　　 Harry peeked around again, and most of them were nervously ready to change shape immediately. Harry focused his thoughts on watching his ring again, he had forgotten why it was the destination three times.
"……three!"
　　 Harry started to spin at that point, and he lost his balance and almost fell. But he was not the only one who lost his balance and fell down. The whole hall was suddenly staggered. Neville fell face up to the sky. On the other side, Ernie McMillan looked trembling in his ring. Rotating his toes until he found Dan was laughing at him.
　　 "It's okay, it's okay," Edward said lightly, "it's no accident at all, please go back to the original position and adjust your ring."
　　 In fact, Fanlin stood next to Professor McGonagall early. He just needed a certificate, just like a Muggle driving a driver’s license.
　　 However, others are not good. The second time was no better than the first. The third time seemed worse. Nothing exciting happened for the fourth time.
　　 The hall was full of painful screams. Everyone looked horrified. Susan Bonn of Hefpaff Academy was shaking in her ring, her left leg still five feet away from where she started.
　　
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