Chapter 821

Chapter 821

Where did Dumbledore go?

What is he doing?

In the next few weeks, Harry only met Master Headmaster twice.

Because he rarely shows up at dinner now, it seems that Hermione thinks that the headmaster is away for several days at a time is correct.

Has Dumbledore forgotten that he should teach himself alone?

Dumbledore said that those lessons were ultimately related to that prophecy.

Harry used to feel very encouraged and at ease, but now he feels a little abandoned.

In mid-October, they went to Hogsmeade for the first time this semester.

As the precautions around the school are getting stricter, Harry originally thought that they would not be allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village.

Now that he knew he was going to go, he was very happy.

Leaving the castle to relax, even if only a few hours are pleasant.

The morning when I went to Hogsmeade village, there was a strong wind outside. Harry woke up very early, and he flipped through the "Advanced Potion-Making" to kill the time before breakfast.

Of course he usually doesn’t lie in bed and read textbooks. On this point, Ron is right. Except for Hermione, this kind of behavior is unsightly on anyone, and Hermione is so It just seems a little weird to do it.

But Harry felt that the half-blood prince's "Advanced Potion-Making" could not be counted as a textbook at all.

The more Harry studied the book, the more abundant it became.

Not only are there easy-to-operate hints and shortcuts-it is these that make Harry win the enthusiastic praise of Slughorn,

Moreover, there are many creative ideas in the blank space of the book. The little evil curse and the little magic,

Judging from the altered handwriting, Harry felt that these things were invented by Prince himself.

"Actually, you are a very smart wizard. Until now, I have not figured out why you would join the Death Eater team after graduation. If you don’t join their team, you are now I can still become a very famous person."

"Becoming a Death Eater... was a wrong decision I made at the beginning. I was very young when I made this decision, and at that time I actually became a member of Voldemort. Next, it’s not a shameful thing. It’s a sense of accomplishment in the pureblood wizard’s family."

Nothing happened tonight. Jon chose to have some tea with Snape and talk about the past. The story, after all, he was actually quite curious, why Snape became a Death Eater.

"But you are not a pureblood wizard, and you have a deep hatred with some people from the pureblood wizard, or is it because of these hatreds that made you choose to join Voldemort's team?"

"Actually, I don’t know if I hate Potter so much. This is a mystery.

If he is alive now, maybe there will be an answer, but he He died, and so did Lily. I have always regretted not seeing him for the last time before death, but after all, this matter can't be solved with regret.

Dumbledore can be resurrected after death, but Lily It’s just a wizard from a muggle. Although she's married into the Potter family, she doesn't have such a deep foundation and powerful strength. Not to mention that she uses magic at the level of the sacrificial curse... Many times I think, for the sake of a child. Is it worth it?"

"Of course it is worth it. Why do you have a picture of your mother on your table?

For the child, mother can do a lot of things, I don’t hesitate to dedicate my own life. At this point, I never doubt."

"Yes, mother can always do a lot of things, but unfortunately, she chose A wrong man, if she chooses..."

"Of course she would not choose you, you just think that you two once had affection in the past, so she should like you, but in this world, which Is there such a good thing?

Humans always want to see what they want to see, but often ignore those things that also happen but don’t want to see."

"Yes."

"Speaking of which, did you know that?"

Jon asked tentatively.

"Are you talking about Dumbledore's arrangement for Harry?

I do know it, but what's the use if I know it?

I couldn't save him in the first place mother, there is no way to change his destiny now."

"Don’t worry, as time goes on, everything is back on track. You have to protect yourself. I’m still waiting for you. Where is my university headmaster."

"Really? I will try my best."

Snape put down his teacup and stood up.

"speaking of which, recently our boy is learning the spells I left behind. Are you sure you don't interfere? These spells are not good spells anymore."

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"Our boy has grown up and always needs to learn to face this world by himself. It would be good for him to learn some methods in advance."

Hearing this answer from Jon, Snape turned his head back and asked him one last question.

"Will you still save people?"

"What?"

"I mean you will save people? It's like saving Sirius, just come down and die later?"

"No way, unless there is a real need."

Jon drinks the last bit of tea in his cup , Said plainly.

"I always save people because I have regrets in my heart, but these regrets will always pass over time. I actually don’t have such a strong feeling of regret. Will those people die? It doesn’t have much to do with me. I don’t care much anymore."

"Yeah, time will pass these things." Snape snorted: "Welcome, it's finally true The world."

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……

Harry has tried several spells invented by Prince in the past two days.

One of the evil curses is to make people's toes grow wildly. He secretly experimented with Crabbe in the corridor, and the effect was very interesting;

And A spell is to glue a person’s tongue to the palate. The effect of this spell was experimented on Filch. At that time, Filch did not try to resist. He did not find the existence of this spell, but waited for him to talk to Jon. When this happened, he reacted, and Harry had got the result he wanted, Jon was not doing anything;

Then, among the spells, the most useful It’s the Muffliato spell. This spell can fill everyone around with an unrecognizable buzzing sound. In this way, you can do as one pleases chat in class, and you are not afraid of being heard by others. For this spell , Jon is very interesting, because he had always thought that this enchantment was a normal inheritance enchantment, and ignored this enchantment, which was originally created by Snape.

After all, he only used Muffliato spells once on the train back to Hogwarts, and never used this spell again. The appearance of the force field replaced most of his hidden magic. Compared with waving a wand to cast a magic, who wouldn't like a force field that is fast and convenient, and can always exist?

On Harry's side, the only thing that thinks these magics are not fun is Hermione. When Harry uses these magics, she always keeps her face straight and looks disapproving,

If Harry casts a Muffliato curse on a nearby who, she would not say a word at all.

Because she simply doesn’t need to use these magics, to be honest, her intelligence is not much worse than Snape, and if she wants, she can also create some magic by herself. It’s just a matter of time. So this time may be a bit long, and under such circumstances, she does not have such time to spend on such things.

But even so, she can ignore it.

And Harry is different.

Whether it’s Harry or Ron, neither of them is that kind of smart people. You can see this from their achievements. They don’t have this kind of brains. However, if Hermione is a young wizard born in a pure-blooded wizard family, then there may be different results.

Go back to the bedroom.

Harry sat on the bed and turned his textbook to the side to carefully study a spell written in the scribbled handwriting. Prince seemed to have spent a lot of brains on this spell.

After countless alterations and corrections, in the corner of that page, these words were written squeezed side by side:

Levicorpus (silent).

The wind was wrapped in sleet and hit the window mercilessly. Neville snored loudly and Harry stared at the two words in parentheses.

Silent... It must be a silent spell.

Harry didn't know if he could successfully practice this special spells, because it seemed a bit difficult.

He still couldn't handle the Silent Curse, and Snape kept making irresponsible remarks in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Actually, Prince taught Harry a lot more than Snape.

Harry used wand to point to a random place, flicked upward, and muttered in his mind: Levicorpus!

"aaahhhh!"

A strong light flashed, and the room became a mess.

Ron let out a scream that awakened everyone, and Harry threw away "Advanced Potion-Making" in a panic.

Ron was hanging upside down in the air, as if an invisible hook caught his ankle and hung him upside down.

"I'm sorry!"

Harry shouted, Dean and Seamus laughed loudly. Neville fell to the ground just now and is now slowly getting up: "Wait-my place Just put you down—"

He touched the potion book and hurriedly flipped through the page just now.

Finally found it, he recognized the words crowded under the spells: Harry secretly prayed that this is to break the spell, then concentrated his mind and said in his mind: Liberacorpus!

There was another strong flash of light, and Ron fell on the bed and fell into a pile.

"I'm sorry."

Harry said softly again, and Dean and Seamus were still there laughing loudly.

"I hope you will be on the alarm clock tomorrow. If you come here a few times, I will be killed by you."

The two of them put on their clothes and bulged on their bodies. I put on a few sweaters knitted by Mrs. Weasley, took cloak, scarf and gloves.

Ron has been relieved from the shock just now and thinks Harry's new spells are very fun.

Actually, he thought this spells was too fun. As soon as they sat down for breakfast, he couldn't wait to tell Hermione about it.

"...Then another light flashed, and I fell back on the bed!"

Ron laughed and said hehe, and started to get himself sausages.

Hermione listened, but there was no smile on her face, she turned to Harry with a frosty face.

Recently, her expressions have always been very few, because Jon told her that a good politician should be someone who is not in the mood for joy, anger, The cold expression has been maintained, and it is much better than all kinds of looks.

Because some people are born with facial paralysis.

It's just that beside the group of people she is familiar with, she still has no way to achieve such a state, and she still needs to sharpen it.

But it has already begun. If necessary, she can still make the corresponding disguise and emotions. For example, she should be angry now, so she can express her aura.

"Perhaps, this spells are from your potion book again, right?"

Harry frowned at her.

"You always draw the worst conclusion all at once, don't you?"

"Is it right?"

"Well... That’s right, so what?"

"You actually decided to experiment with a handwritten strange spells to see what happens?"

" How is it?"

Harry deliberately avoids the important and does not answer other questions.

"Because this may be prohibited by the Ministry of Magic."

She saw Harry and Ron rolled the eyes beads, and said: "And, because I started to feel this The guy named Prince is a bit unreliable."

Harry and Ron called her to stop at the same time.

"That's a joke!"

Ron poured a bottle of ketchup upside down on his sausage and said, "It's just a joke, Hermione, nothing At the worst, please don’t make a fuss about nothing like this!"

"Hook the ankle and hang the person upside down?" Hermione asked: "Who would take the time and energy to make up something like this? What about spells?"

"Fred and George," Ron Shrugged said, "They just love to do those things.

Also, um--"

"My father."

Harry said, which surprised his friends.

But in fact, he was quite surprised. He just remembered this.

"What?"

Ron and Hermione asked at the same time.

"My father used that spells."

Harry said: "I—Lupin told me."

The last sentence is not true.

Actually, Harry witnessed his father applying this magic to Snape with his own eyes, but he never told Ron and Hermione about his experience in the penis.

However, now he suddenly remembered a very strange probability.

Will the half-blood prince be--?

"Maybe your father used it, Harry," Hermione said, "but it's not just your father who used it.

We have seen a lot of people use it. It, maybe you have forgotten it.

Hang people in the air and let them float on top of them groggy and helpless."

Harry stared at her blankly. He also remembered what Death Eater did in the Quiddich World Cup and couldn't help sinking down. Ron came out to relieve him.

"That's two different things." He said carefreely, "They are abusing this magic. Harry and his father are just playing around. Hermione, you don't like Prince," he pointed with a sausage solemnly. Hermione said, "It's because he learned potion better than you—"

"It has nothing to do with that!" Hermione said, her cheeks turned red all of a sudden, "I just think, still It’s very irresponsible to use a kind of magic without knowing what it is for. Also, don’t take a bite of a "Prince", as if it is his title, I dare say that It’s just a stupid nickname, and he doesn’t feel like a serious person!"

"I don’t know where you got the impression from." Harry said excitedly, "If he was A minor Death Eater, he won’t keep on saying that he is half-blood, is he?"

Harry said that, but he remembered that his father was Pure bloodline, but he drove this idea out of his mind and think about it later...

"Death Eater...impossible are all pure bloodline. Now there are not many pure bloodline wizards. "

Hermione said stubbornly: "I guess most of them are half-blood, but pretend to be pure bloodline.

They hate people who are only from muggle. So they must be willing to let you join Ron."

"Don’t want me to be a Death Eater!"

Ron said angrily. He waved the fork in his hand at Hermione, and it turned out A small piece of sausage on the fork flew out and hit Ernie Macmillan's head: "Our whole family betrayed our bloodline! From Death Eater's point of view, this is as bad as muggle's origin!"

But in fact, his anger was unreasonable. Hermione glanced at him, only to think that Ron was still young. She suddenly remembered what Jon had said to her, don’t worry about feelings, so in fact, this matter can still be delayed. A drag.

She can still investigate for a while, anyway, everyone is very young now.

There is no need to be bound to a person so early, is it?

But some dull people obviously didn't notice that in this short moment, the young girl next to him had undergone such a big change in attitude.

If he knew, would he regret his stupid behavior just now?

Perhaps, there may be such a case.

As for the remaining nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, Hermione also knew the answer.

"But I think the Death Eater people are likely to want me." In terms of feeling emotions, Harry is at least better than Ron. Although he speaks in a sarcasm, he does It is to ease the atmosphere: "If they don’t always want to kill me, maybe we will be a good brother right now, right? These things are always hard to say, just like Snape, although everyone thinks he This person is not very popular, but I think if he is kind to us, someone should be willing to make friends with him."

"I don’t think Snape would be happy to hear this. , And," Hermione looked around cautiously: "If he hears it, you will be confined again."

"Who is going to be confined?"

Ginny's head leaned over behind them, with doubts on her face.

"No, no one, we are just joking."

Hermione explained, but because of her expression, the explanation seemed pale.

Fortunately, Ginny doesn't care about this, she is here to deliver the letter.

"Oh, Harry, this is for you."

It's a roll of parchment, with the familiar thin, long, slanted font on it, and it says Harry's name.

"Thank you, Ginny...Dumbledore is going to give me class again!"

Harry said to Ron and Hermione again, unfolding the parchment, and quickly scanned the content. .

"Monday night!"

Hermione looked at his expression, at least from his expression, we can see that Harry is very happy and relaxed now, not like the previous thoughts. Heavy.

And even his attitude and tone of voice when talking to Ginny seemed a lot lighter.

"By the way, are you going to Hogsmeade with us, Ginny?"

"No, I will go with Dean-maybe I will see you there."

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When she finished speaking, she waved at them and turned away.

Today's Filch also stood at the gate of Oak as usual, checking the names of the students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade village one by one.

This time is longer than ever, because Filch uses his Detector to test each person repeatedly.

"What does it matter if we smuggle the dark magic item out?"

Ron restlessly stared at the long and thin detective and asked:" I'm afraid you should check what we brought in?"

He said badly, and was prodded a few more times by the detective. When they walked outside in the squally wind, rain and snow, he still hurt He grinned stubbornly.

"Why don't you have a good time with Filch? What good is it for you to anger him?"

It seems that today is not going well, since meeting Filch, they The walk to Hogsmeade village was very uncomfortable.

First of all, because of the cold weather, Hermione wrapped her face in a scarf like Harry did, but the exposed parts were quickly frozen to aches and pains. Later, It's numb.

On the road leading to the entrance of the village, there are everywhere students bending forward against the wind.

This made trio wonder more than once in his heart that in such terrible weather, it would be more pleasant for them to stay in the warm common room.

When they finally reached the Hogsmeade village, they saw that Zonko's Joke Shop was sealed up with wooden boards. Harry thought this further confirmed that this trip was destined to be no fun.

Ron pointed at the Honeydukes Sweetshop with his thick gloved fingers. It was relaxing that the door was still open, so Harry and Hermione followed Ron to the crowded shop. Go.

"Thank God," Ron shiver said coldly with the warm breath of taffy aroma, "Let’s stay here for an afternoon."

But things Always going against each other's wishes, the three of them looked back and saw Professor Slughorn. He was wearing a huge plush hat, a coat with a matching plush collar, and a large bag in his hand. Pineapple candied fruit, he occupies at least 1/4/2021 of the space of this small shop.

"Harry, you have missed my three small dinner parties!"

Slughorn poked Harry affectionately in the chest: "That's not good, child, I'm an iron I want you to come! Miss Granger likes these parties, doesn’t it?"

"Yes,"

Hermione doesn't really like it in her heart, but she can only helplessly say: "They do—"

"So, why didn't you come, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"I want to participate in Quidditch training, Professor."

Indeed, every time Slughorn sends him a small invitation with purple ribbon, he will Deliberately arrange team training.

This strategy can ensure that Ron will not be left alone. They often and Ginny often imagine Hermione, McLagen, and Shabini being locked up together, laughing heartily.

"Okay, you have trained so hard, you will definitely win the first round competition!"

Slughorn said: "But there is no harm in occasional entertainment.

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So, how about Monday night, this kind of weather is impossible for you to train..."

"No, professor, I—I made an appointment with Professor Dumbledore that night."

"It's another coincidence!"

Professor Slughorn exaggeratedly yelled: "Ah, okay...you are impossible to avoid me forever, Harry!"

He waved his hand and walked out of the Sweetshop swaggeringly, ignoring Ron, as if he was just a Cockroach Clusters on display in the store.

"I can't believe it, I let you escape it again."

Hermione shook her head and said, "Actually, the party wasn't that bad...sometimes it was pretty Fun... if you..."

She suddenly saw the expression on Ron’s face. Out of her tenderness to her friends, she immediately changed the subject: "Oh, look—they have high level sticks. Sugar quill-you can suck it for hours!"

Harry was thankful that Hermione had changed the subject. He pretended to be particularly interested in this new super-large lollipop quill, but Ron still looked glum when Hermione When asked where he wanted to go next, he was just shrugged.

"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks Inn," Harry said, "It must be warm there."

They wrapped their faces in scarves again and left Sweetshop.

Just coming out of the warm and sweet Honeydukes shop, biting cold wind scratched their faces like a knife.

The street is relatively deserted, no one stops to chat, everyone is rushing to where they are going.

The only exception is the two people in front of them. The two of them are standing outside the Three Broomsticks Inn. One of them is tall and thin. Harry looked at them, squinted, and passed His glasses wet with rain recognized him as the male waiter in Hog's Head, another bar in Hogsmeade village.

As Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached, the barman wrapped cloak around his neck, turned and walked away, leaving the short man groping for something in his arms.

They were less than a step away from the man, and Harry suddenly recognized him.

"Mundungus!"

The ginger-yellow long-haired man with a horoscope outside his legs and a messy head was startled, and an antique suitcase fell out of his arms Bounced on the ground, the contents of myriad resembled the contents of the entire window of an antique shop.

"Oh, hello, Harry," Mundugus Fletcher pretended to be very brisk, but not at all: "Don't let me delay your time."

He squatted on the ground and fumbled and picked up the contents of the box, looking like he wanted to leave immediately.

"Are you selling these things?"

Harry asked as he watched Mundungus grab a pile of all kinds of tattered things from the ground.

"Ai, there is no way, I have to find a way to stay alive."

Mundungus pointed to something on the ground and said: "Give me that!"

Ron is crouching down and picking up a silverware.

"Wait,"

Ron said slowly: "This looks familiar--"

"Thank you!"

Mundungus said that he snatched the goblet from Ron's hand and stuffed it into the box: "Okay, we'll see you later — oops!"

Harry grabbed Mundungus’ neck. Put him on the wall outside the bar.

He pinched him tightly with one hand, and pulled out wand with the other.

"Harry!"

"You stole this thing from Sirius's house." Harry and Mundugus almost touched their noses, smelling a smell of stinky tobacco and strong The smell of wine: "There is a crest from House of Black on it."

Mundungus stammered, his face slowly turning into pig liver color.

"What did you do?

On the night he died, did you ransack that place?"

Harry was so angry , Hermione also clenched wand tightly. This behavior is simply so irritating, what is this? Getting along with this kind of garbage is simply disgusting.

But the reason she squeezed the wand was because she wanted to guard against Harry killing Mundugus at all times.

"Harry, you can't kill him, don't be so impulsive, once you kill him, you will be caught by the Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione said, look at this time Mundungus' face turned blue.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, Harry felt his hands bounce off Mundungus' neck.

Mundungus gasped, grabbed the box that had fallen on the ground, and then the bang exploded and Disapparation.

Harry screamed and turned around to see where Mundugus had gone.

"It's no use, Harry."

Tonks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her gray-brown hair drenched in rain and snow.

"Mundungus has probably been in London by now, and it's no use yelling."

"He stole something from Sirius! He stole something!"

"Yes, but,"

Tonks seemed completely indifferent to the news, and seemed very indifferent: "You shouldn't stay here and get cold."

Hermione look After a glance at her, I guessed that Tonks was someone who knew the inside story.

After all, Sirius did not die first. According to the news from Jon later, Sirius has abandoned the House of Black house, leaving it to Harry, and giving up everything inside. NS.

Harry now thinks that those things are left to him by Sirius, but in fact Sirius doesn’t care much about it. He doesn’t lack this wealth. House of Black has accumulated many generations. The wealth is in his hands, and there is Vault. How can he care about this?

Tonks didn't know that Hermione already knew, and Hermione didn't want Tonks to know that she already knew, so she didn't say anything, and followed Harry and Ron into the door of the Three Broomsticks Inn.

It's just that Harry yelled angrily as soon as he entered the bar: "He's stealing something from Sirius!"

"I know, Harry, but please stop yelling , Others are watching you."

Hermione whispered comforted: "Go and sit down, I will bring you a drink."

She has no other way, after all, she can’t Tell Harry the words that Sirius is not dead.

A few minutes later, Hermione returned to their table with three bottles of Butterbeer, where Harry was still panting with rage, losing his temper.

"Can't the people in the society control Mundugus?"

Harry whispered angrily, Hermione and the two of them could only listen, but they were impossible to empathize with this sentiment: "When he is in the headquarters, they can't control him a little bit?

At least don't let him steal everything that he can move!"

"Hush!"

Hermione said anxiously, checking to see if anyone around was eavesdropping.

The two wizards sitting nearby stared at Harry with great interest, and Shabini drowsily leaned against a pillar not far away.

"Well, Harry, I know you are angry, I understand, I will be angry if I change it, after all, we all know that he stole something from you—"

Harry was choked by Butterbeer.

He forgot for a while that he was already the owner of Grimmauld Place 12.

"Yes, it's my thing!"

He coldly snorted and said: "No wonder he saw me so guilty!

Hmph, I want Tell Dumbledore about this, Mundugus is afraid of him alone."

"Good idea." Hermione was obviously happy to see Harry finally calm down, so that he had time to turn his eyes to the other side: "Ron , What are you staring at?"

"Nothing."

Ron said hurriedly and looked away from the bar. Harry knew he was trying to arouse the charming. Lady Boss-Mrs. Rosmerta's attention, Ron has secretly liked her for a long time.

"Really?

I think your'nothing' is getting more fire whiskey in the back, right?"

I don’t know why, Hermione suddenly said such a bitter sentence, which she felt a little inappropriate after saying it.

But Ron naturally ignored the ridicule. He just drank Butterbeer slowly without saying a word, obviously thinking that his style was very noble and deep.

Harry was thinking about Sirius again. He remembered how much Sirius hated those silver goblets at the time.

Hermione tapped his fingers on the table, and suddenly looked at Ron and then at the bar.

She suddenly felt that such a life was so boring.

Because of a certain youthful emotion, I suddenly let the emotional control I practiced out of control. If the teacher knew her like this, I should be very disappointed.

She suddenly remembered that Jon had said before, recently don't go to him, but today she still wants to find someone to talk to.

So she started to use magic power to send messages to Jon quietly on her laptop.

"teacher, can I see you today?"

Jon happened to be fine, he thought Hermione should be something important, after all, he just said to Hermione, It's okay not to find him.

Since there are important things, it is not impossible to meet each other.