Vol 2 Chapter 1184:

Pieces of clear blue sky began to appear above the tower of the castle. The bad weather in the morning seemed to be blown away by the wind blowing from there. Fanlin had countless times predicted whether this was a new round of cold current. In fact, Fanlin prefers the whiteness of cold winter to the sultry heat of summer.
　　 However, in the impression, Harry likes summer, which means that the Quidditch game can be held as usual, and he no longer needs to freeze the broom like a dead dog.
　　 Quidditch prohibits all magic items except magic brooms and Quidditch balls.
　　 Naturally, the new generation of joke workshop magic defense cloak produced by Fanlin can't be put into actual combat.
This is a very sad thing, especially in a thunderstorm, when Quidditch has been played for several days, after all, the ghost ball is difficult to catch, although it will not fly too far, but in fact, Dynamic vision captures a high-speed moving object that can only be seen clearly in the palm of your hand. This is indeed a very difficult task. At the same time, you have to accept harassment from your opponent.
　　 Harry remembered that the longest Quidditch match in his mind lasted about three days.
　　Ghost knew how those people persisted. Anyway, a game with Harry was never more than an afternoon.
However, this bright afternoon at the moment obviously cannot give Harry any pleasant feeling. Strictly speaking, Harry has been hit. He is trying to find Malfoy’s plan and is also having a conversation with the professor about that. On the conversation with the memory of ten years hidden.
　　 After lunch, in a corner of the sunny yard, they sat with Ron. Both Hermione and Ron tried to become interested in the Ministry of Magic's leaflet-common phantom shift errors and solutions-although they will not participate in the test until later today, the manual did not give them Anxiety brings peace.
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"Remember, you need to focus and be clear about your destination. If you can construct a rough picture in your mind, then you have basically succeeded." Fanlin narrated slowly to make sure that Ron could remember every time. One word.
　　 "This is a shortcut, for this exam, but after this, you must become proficient as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very dangerous."
　　 "Dangerous? Like you back then?" Ron said surprised.
"I'm just for a special reason." Fanlin rolled his eyes. The gift from a female nerve improved his physique, at least for magic, but it also made some of Fanlin's magic more difficult. .
"Then Hermione, you're fine." Fanlin shook his head and motioned to the girl to relax, "Perhaps, you can try to enter the two-dimensional space and choose a foothold you like, such as how about my arms? "
　　 "Hehe..." Hermione looked at Fanlin coldly, but this didn't affect a cheeky mood.
　　 Harry was just aside but looked a bit distressed. It was not just a failure of the plan. Harry couldn't take the exam with them, which made Harry very uncomfortable.
　　 "I'll tell you the last time, I forgot Malfoy's plan!" Hermione told Harry firmly, Harry's distressed expression made Hermione a little bit tired, it made it as if the two of them were bound to fail.
"I'm just thinking about Professor Slughorn..." Harry weakly defended. He regretted talking to Hermione about meeting Tonks now, although this made Harry a lot of eyeballs. ...
　　 (The four of them, usually Ron can enjoy this kind of treatment. It can be said that Ron always has amazing words?)
However, then Harry’s defense was interrupted by others. A girl walked over from a distance, and then scared Ron to hide behind Fanlin and Hermione. In order to hide perfectly, Ron even bends. Down the waist...
　　 It must be admitted that the Weasley family's genes still have great potential, at least for now, Ron is taller than all of them.
　　 "Oh, maybe you can consider learning the phantom spell." Fanlin said helplessly, "Come out, not Lavender."
　　 "Oh, fortunately..." Ron smiled wryly and returned to his seat, "I am really scared now..."
"That's your own business." Hermione said unceremoniously, and Ron didn't dare to say it back. After all, Ron was surprised that he had just hid behind Hermione's two people, as a shield. This is not polite. way of doing.
　　 "Harry Potter?" The girl walked over and said, "Someone asked me to bring you this note."
"Oh, thanks."
　　 "What is it, Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.
　　 "Dumbledore will not be looking for the two of us until Harry has not got Slughorn's memory."
　　 "I don't know..." Harry said, "It doesn't look like it, there is something..."
　　 When Harry opened the parchment, his heart sank. After the girl couldn't hear their conversation, Harry said embarrassingly, "I don't seem to see...wait..."
　　 Harry suddenly remembered that there was a dazzling pool of ink in Dumbledore’s slender italics, which was scattered on the parchment and made the content of this note very difficult to read.
　　 To be precise, where Harry saw such a font in Dumbledore, it came from...
"Dear Harry Potter... Aragok (the giant spider in the Forbidden Forest) died last night. Harry, you have seen him and know how special he is! Hermione, I know you were I like him. And Fanlin, I know your love for magical animals. Although you are so busy that you have to give up your advanced studies in this area, anyway... If you attend its funeral tonight, it will be right. I mean very much. I plan to have a funeral around dusk-at that time its favorite time of the day. I know you are not allowed out of the castle at that night, but you can use the invisible cloak. Don't worry, I Can handle everything. Hagrid..."
　　 "Look at this," Harry said with a pale face, and handed the note to Hermione.
　　 "Oh, my God!" Hermione also changed her face and said, after a quick glance, it was passed to Fanlin.
　　 Then followed, Fanlin's face also became unsightly, and then the news...
　　 Fanlin handed the note to Ron again, and Ron read it honestly, but it was obvious that the skepticism on Ron's face became heavier.
　　 "He's crazy!" Ron said violently. "He wants that monster buddy to eat us! Tell them the troll wants to help himself?! Okay, now Hagrid wants us to go there and cry for a hairy monster?!"
　　 "Not only that," Hermione said solemnly. "He asked us to leave the castle at night. He knows how high the security level is! Also, if we get caught, trouble will continue!"
　　 "But we saw him at night!" Harry said.
　　 "Yes, but not in this situation before!" Hermione said, "We took the risk to save Hagrid, but in any case, Aragog died. If it was a problem to save it—"
　　 "Hmm... to be honest, I don't really want to..." Fanlin said hesitantly.
　　 Obviously, the fear of being dominated by spiders spread in Ron's heart.
　　 "I'm sure... I won't go," Ron said firmly. "You have never seen it before, Hermione. Believe me, death is his best result."
　　 "Harry, don't you want to go!" Hermione said, "It's not a good thing to be locked up for this!"
　　 Harry sighed and said, "Yes, I know. But I think Hagrid is going to bury Aragok alone."
"Yes, he only has this," Hermione said relievedly. "Look, the medicine bottle will be empty this afternoon. We need to use some'lucky' to participate in our test... Try to make Slughorn Let us do something more!"
　　 "Do you think it will have a 57% chance of being lucky?" Harry said bitterly.
"Oh, no, I can promise..." Fanlin shook his head, "If you two remember what I said, it will be okay to pass the level. You two are not bad, but Harry, you do It takes a little luck, and this is also an opportunity, a fresh giant spider that has just died."
"what?"
　　 "Oh, yes, why didn't I think, Harry, lucky..." Hermione said happily, "Yes, what else is more worth keeping that potion?"
Harry froze for a moment, and suddenly, as if breaking the fog, there were memories of Slughorn, Malfoy's secret... The shape of the golden potion bottle hovered in his mind for a while; And the immature thoughts about breaking up Ginny and Dean... Ron seems to want his sister to find a new boyfriend...
　　 In an instant, all the things that could be done swelled deep in Harry's brain. These have never been admitted except in dreams or trance...
　　 "So, Harry, are you going with me?" Hermione asked.
　　 "What? Yes, of course," he said, and stepped up to catch up with them. "So, well... If I can't talk to Slughorn this afternoon, I will bring some lucky potions and go on another date."
　　 "Yes, that's it." Hermione looked very excited, "A nice date, Harry, this is simply..."
　　 "Oh, stop talking," Ron begged? "Dating or something... That thing has made me sick enough... Quickly, let me hide!"
　　 "That's not Lavender!" Hermione said impatiently, when a group of girls appeared in the courtyard, and Ron immediately hid again.
　　 "This is great." Ron said excitedly.
　　 Fanlin looked at the girls who came by, "But they don't seem to be happy."
　　 "They are Sisters Monge Marie. Of course they won't be happy, haven't you heard of what happened to their brother?" Hermione said.
　　 "To be honest, I don't want to take the time to figure out what happened to everyone's relatives." Fanlin said truthfully, "and I still don't know people."
"Oh, you are the president of the student union, Fanlin!" Hermione said, "That's it, their brother was attacked by a werewolf! The legend is because his mother refused to work for the Death Eaters. But the boy was the only one. Five years old. The Magic Hospital can't save him either."
　　 "Is he dead?" Harry repeated in surprise. "But the werewolves definitely never kill people! They only make you their kind, right?"
　　 "They also kill people sometimes" Ron looked pale, "I have heard that they did such a thing after being exiled."
　　 "What is the name of that werewolf?" Harry asked suddenly.
　　 "Grey Burke!" Fanlin said, "I have seen that guy, the leader of the werewolves, and, moreover, very cruel."
　　 "I knew it was him! Lupin told me something about the one who often attacked children." Harry said grumpily.
　　 "But when did you meet him, why didn't I know?"
　　 "With Sirius, go to the underground street to get something," Fanlin said in disgust, "I saw him from afar."
　　 "Well..." Hermione nodded, "But, I don't want..."
　　 "Of course, I will inform you." Fanlin said sincerely that after the secret is revealed, there is naturally no need to continue to hide it.
　　 "Then, Harry first, you have to find that memory," Hermione said. "It's all to stop Voldemort, isn't it? He caused all these terrible things."
　　 The castle bell rang, and Hermione was about to jump up nervously.
　　 "You will do well," Harry said to them when they were going to take the exam with other students, "Good luck."
　　 "Same for you," Hermione said meaningfully.
　　 Harry turned back to the dungeon.
　　 There are only three people going to class, Harry, Ernie and Malfoy.
　　 "You haven't reached the age of 17, can't you take the exam?" Slughorn said kindly. They all nodded.
　　 "Okay. Because we have very few people, let's do something fun. I hope you make some amazing things."
　　 "Sounds wonderful, Professor." Ernie looked eager to try. But Malfoy didn't smile, and said grumpily, "What is your so-called amazing thing."
　　 "Something surprised me." Slughorn answered briskly. Malfoy opened his advanced potion making guide with a calm face, but he? The expression on his face said it all, but it was obvious that he thought class was a waste of time.
　　Across his book, Harry looked at Malfoy and thought, no doubt he is missing his time in the ladies' room?
　　In other words, does Malfoy have any weird habit? He seems to have gotten an incredible way to open it.
　　 This must be an illusion, but Malfoy looks thinner like Tonks! His face was still pale, and his skin was still pale. Probably because it has rarely been exposed to sunlight recently. He lacks the inherent dexterity, interest and arrogance. Without his arrogance on the Hogwarts Express, he advertised Voldemort's mission to himself... Harry thought there was only one explanation: that mission, no matter what it was, did not go well.
　　 It's very possible, no... yes... Harry almost beamed his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ Encouraged by this idea, Harry began to browse his book. He found a place where the half-blood prince focused on altering the magic potion, which did not seem to be the same as the professor's ingredients.
　　 But Harry suddenly thought that it might make the professor happy. And if Harry convinced him to take some, it might open up his memory.
"Okay, it looks perfect," the professor wiped his hands and looked at the golden liquid in Harry's cauldron after an hour and a half and said, "Magic agent...I have it in my ingredients? What do I smell? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? These inspirations, my child...unless..."
　　 Before Slughorn could finish speaking, Harry quickly threw the Half-Blood Prince's book into the bag at his feet.
　　 "Maybe your mother's genes will reappear in your body!"
　　 "Oh...maybe," Harry said relievedly.
　　 Ernie seemed to be in a bad mood; to overshadow Harry once, he rashly created a preparation of his own, but that thing solidified in his cauldron into a purple dumpling-like solid.
　　 Malfoy had already bottled his new reagent with a dark face, but the professor only announced that he had just passed.
　　
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