Vol 2 Chapter 1193:

"Hey, Harry, what's the matter?" Fanlin looked at the book in his hand in a little astonishment. Harry is usually not good at this book.
"No time to explain..." Harry said, rushing out and hurriedly closing the door.
Harry ran to the toilet downstairs and stuffed Ron's bag into his schoolbag.
A minute later, Harry returned to Snape.
Snape didn't say anything, just reached out to grab Harry's schoolbag. Harry handed it over, panting, his chest hurts, but none of this could conceal his tension.
Snape couldn't find anything, right?
Book by book, Snape pulled them out and checked them. In the end, the only book left was the Potions textbook, and Snape looked at it very carefully.
"This is yours, isn't it, Potter?" Snape asked coldly.
"Yes," Harry said, still panting heavily.
"You're pretty sure, are you, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said rebelliously.
"Then why," Snape asked coldly, "will there be the name'Ronald' on the cover of the book?"
Harry's heart seemed to have stopped beating. This was a very fatal problem, and he had no time to change it...
"This is my nickname," he said pretendingly.
"Your nickname," Snape repeated.
"Yes...that's what my friend calls me." Harry said.
"I know what the nickname is," Snape said coldly. "No one would use someone else's name as a nickname, Potter..."
His cold, dark eyes stared at Harry again.
Harry tried not to look at him, but Snape's eyes seemed to be magical...it was magical...
Close your mind...close your mind...
Harry kept repeating in his heart, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work at all. He never learned how to do it correctly.
The requirements of Occlumency are hit, allowing himself to empty out everything, or to deceive his own thoughts, to block perception, but obviously, Harry can't do it now.
"Do you know what I think, Potter?" Snape said contemptuously. "I think you are a liar, so you will be locked up by me every Saturday until the end of the semester."
"What do you think, Potter?"
"I—I disagree, sir," Harry said, still refusing to look into Snape's eyes, but his tone was firmer than ever.
"Very well, then, let's see what you think after your confinement," Snape said. "Saturday at six o'clock in the morning, Potter. My office."
"But sir..." Harry said, looking up desperately, "Quidditch... the last game..."
"Ten o'clock," Snape whispered with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, "Poor Gryffindor... fourth place this year..."
After that, he left the toilet without saying a word, leaving Harry looking at the broken mirror by himself, and he was sure that he was feeling weak that he had never felt before.
One hour later in the common room...
Hermione said, "I won't say, I told you already."
"Stop talking, Hermione," Ron said angrily.
Harry had no appetite at all. He just told Van Linh that Hermione had something to do with Ginny, but it didn't seem necessary.
The news spread quickly. Apparently the crying Myrtle appeared in every toilet in the castle to spread the story.
Harry almost killed Malfoy?
Pansy Parkinson, slander Harry everywhere, she just went to the hospital to visit Malfoy. Snape clearly told all the staff what had happened.
Harry had just been called out of the common room and endured the extremely unpleasant fifteen minutes with Professor McGonagall. She told him that he was lucky because he would not be fired, and she sincerely agreed with Professor Snape’s Confinement every Saturday until the end of the semester.
"I told you that something was wrong with the prince," Hermione said, obviously unable to stop. "And I'm right, am I?"
"No, I don't think." Harry said stubbornly.
Even without Hermione's preaching, his situation was bad enough.
When he told them he could not participate in Saturday's game, the expressions on the faces of the Gryffindor players were the worst punishment. He could feel Ginny's eyes looking at him, but he dared not look at her. He didn't want to see any disappointment or irritation. He just told her that she will be the seeker on Saturday and Dean will re-enter the team to replace her as the seeker.
Maybe, if they win, Dean and Ginny will reunite in the atmosphere after the game... This idea is like an ice skate coming to Harry's mind...
"Harry," Hermione said, "how could you hide that book under that spell..."
"Could you stop talking about that book!" Harry said loudly. "The prince just wrote it down. He didn't recommend anyone to use it. As far as we know, he just wrote down what was used against him s things."
"I don't believe it," Hermione said. "Actually you are defending..."
"I didn't defend what I did!" Harry said quickly, "I wish I did nothing, not just because I had a lot of confinement. You know if I knew the power of that spell, anyway , I don’t know how to use a spell like that, even to Malfoy, even if he almost broke my arm...but you can’t blame the prince, he didn’t write'try this, it's great'... He just takes notes for himself, doesn't he, not for others..."
"Are you going to tell me," Hermione said, "you are going to go back—"
"Go get the book back? Yes, I'm ready." Harry said forcefully. "Listen, without the prince, I would never get lucky potion. I can never save Ron, I can never—"
"Get the appreciation you don't deserve for the talent in potions." Hermione said.
"Stop it, Hermione!" Ginny said. Harry was so surprised and grateful that he raised his head. "It sounds like Malfoy was trying to use an unforgivable spell, and you should be thankful that the contents of Harry's sleeve are still intact."
"Of course I'm glad Harry wasn't cursed!" said Hermione, obviously stung, "but you can't say that the Shadowless Curse is good, Ginny, see how it makes him! And I I think, look at this game against you..."
"Oh, don't start pretending as if you know Quidditch, Hermione," Ginny retorted loudly, "You will only embarrass yourself."
Harry and Fanlin looked at Ginny and Hermione, who had always been in a good relationship, with some fear. The two of them were sitting with their arms folded, looking at each other from hostile directions.
Ron also looked at Harry with some anxiety, then took a book casually and hid it behind his back, as if it were the half-blood prince's notes, but Ron only took his potions textbook.
The corner of Fanlin's mouth bitterly touched the half-blood prince's note in his pocket.
Shenfeng Wuying...
He knew this dark magic a long time ago, in the restricted book zone...
However, he obviously forgot to explain to Harry the power and power of the spell.
According to Harry's wildly waving his wand, it was a blessing not to cut Malfoy's throat.
However, it is better to restrict Harry, so that at least Harry will not be kidnapped out of school again.
It can be said that Snape is a kind of protection in disguise. If nothing happens, limiting Harry's free time will reduce a lot of trouble.
As for Harry, even though Harry knew he deserved it, suddenly Harry felt incredible joy, even if none of them said another word that night.
But his ease is short-lived.
Fanlin didn't deceive him?
Of course, the next day he had to endure the insults from Slytherin, not to mention the anger of the Gryffindors, because their captain made him banned from participating in the final game of the season.
By Saturday morning, no matter what he had said to Hermione, Harry would willingly exchange all the lucky potions for him to go to Quidditch with Ron, Ginny, and others.
But this is destined to be impossible. No one can participate in the confinement on his behalf, and even the lucky potion cannot solve this problem.
"What can I say besides sympathy..." Fanlin was a little helpless, but Hermione still didn't recover from her anger.
Ginny is too much!
See the color and forget righteousness?
Oh, this is simply unbearable.
"By the way... Fanlin, before Snape said... I mean, Shenfeng Wuying, he suspects you taught me..."
"You really should say that." Fanlin felt helpless, and with a light stroke of his fingertips, a neat cut appeared on the floor under his feet.
"Is this the spell you used?" Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, "Painted on Malfoy..."
"Perhaps..." Harry's heart sank, so it seemed that Malfoy's injury was more serious than he thought.
"You should figure out the effect of those spells..."
"Hey, but Fanlin will too!" Harry retorted in a bad mood.
"Oh, you two are different." Hermione said of course. "Anyway, I hope I can have a good result today."
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It is intolerable to leave the students who are rushing to the sun. All of them are wearing rosettes, hats, shiny flags and scarves, but Harry can only walk down the stone stairs to the underground classroom, and walk as far The voices of the crowd gradually disappeared, and he knew he couldn't hear a comment or cheer or moan.
"Oh, Potter," Snape said, when Harry knocked on the door and walked into this unpleasant but familiar office. Although Snape was teaching on it now, the office was not available. As usual, the lights were very dim, and the same specimens were still in the colorful potions around. To make matters worse, there were a lot of note-style things on the table where Harry was going to sit, and there seemed to be a long, hard, meaningless work to do on it.
"Mr. Filch has been looking for someone to sort out these old documents," Snape said softly. "They are records of other Hogwarts who made mistakes and their punishments. In some places, the ink became blurred. , Or the card is destroyed by a mouse, we hope you re-transcribe those crimes and punishments, and confirm that they are in alphabetical order, and then re-install them in the box. Of course...you can’t use magic."
"Okay, Professor." Harry said dejectedly, trying to express the greatest contempt in the last three syllables, but it didn't affect Snape's mood at all.
It felt like talking to a rock.
The stone in the bathroom?
Or the icy Black Lake? Then it was covered with a layer of greasy moss.
Or is it the feces of a mermaid?
Regardless, Harry could only think of these extremely bad adjectives.
In an instant, the resentment towards Snape almost rushed to the spot.
"I think you can start," Snape said with a vicious smile. In boxes 1012 to 1056, you will find some familiar names, which should make the task a little more interesting. Here, look..."
Snape forcefully pulled out a card from the top box and read, "James Potter and Sirius Black. He was caught using an illegal spell on Willisbridge. Willis' head It has doubled. Double confinement."
Snape laughed. "Even though they are dead, the record of their great achievements is still there, so comfortable."
Harry felt his stomach churning again. Biting his tongue to prevent himself from fighting back, he sat down and pulled through a box.
This is, as Harry thought beforehand, meaningless, boring work. His stomach began to churn regularly, which meant that he saw the names of his father and Sirius again, usually appearing together for various trivial crimes, and sometimes Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
This made Harry feel a little angry.
Perhaps it was because his father had eye problems at the time and he pulled Peter into his own circle.
Maybe it's because of Quidditch outside?
The reason for the latter may be even greater~EbookFREE.me~ When Harry was copying their crimes and punishments, he wondered what was going on outside... Ginny was competing with Qiu as seekers at the same time...
The war between ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend?
Suddenly Harry felt a little lucky again.
Let yourself compete with Qiu?
Qiu is indeed a good seeker, and then...
Harry looked at the huge clock on the wall over and over again. It seems to be twice as slow as a normal clock. Did Snee make it go particularly slow? He couldn't have been here for only half an hour—an hour...an hour and a half...When the clock said 12:30, Harry's stomach began to rumbling.
Snape, who hadn't said a word since Harry started working, finally raised his head at 1;10.
"I think this is enough," he said coldly. "Make a mark. Continue at ten next Saturday."
"Yes, sir." Harry randomly put a curved card into the box and rushed out of the office before Snape changed his mind. He ran up the stone stairs and raised his ears hoping to hear a little sound from the court, but everything was so quiet...then, it was over...he hesitated outside the crowded hall, and then ran up the marble steps. Whether Gryffindor wins or loses, the team always celebrates or grieves in the common room.
"Dragon liver?" He said to the fat lady, thinking about what he would see in it. The expression on her answer made it impossible to read "You will see."
She moved forward. A loud bang of celebration erupted in the hole behind her. When people saw him, they started screaming and Harry was dumbfounded. A few hands pushed him in.
"We won!" Ron said loudly, appearing suddenly and handing Harry the silver trophy, "We won! 450 to 140! We won!"
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