A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 541 The property of the "Half-Blood Prince", important information about Phineas

Under the extremely envious eyes of everyone, Slughorn handed a small bottle of Felixir to Clea.

She accepted it readily, but put the bottle in front of Aaron after class.

"You prepared the water of life and death before me. You should keep this reward for yourself!"

"I don't need you to let me." Klea said angrily, "Don't I know if others don't know? It's not difficult for you to modify the formula.

It's just that on the one hand you don't want to be too famous, on the other hand you are just lazy. "

"But you won in the end, didn't you?" Aaron shrugged, and then stopped Harry Potter who was about to walk out of the classroom, "This book is good."

Harry subconsciously grabbed the "Advanced Potion Making" in his hand, but then he thought that with Aaron's level of potions, there was no need to compete with him for this book.

"I don't know who his previous master was, but he must be a master of potions." Harry said very firmly. He defeated Hermione just by relying on the steps in this book, which is enough to prove the validity of this book. Master's ability.

"Can I see it?"

"sure."

Aaron took the textbook and flipped through it roughly, his expression suddenly became extremely exciting.

Damn it! I knew this was no coincidence.

The notes in this book are densely packed, almost lowering the difficulty of making advanced potions by half a level, but more importantly, the handwriting is exactly the same as that of Severus Snape.

"Interesting, this is so interesting." Aaron glanced at Harry Potter meaningfully. If he knew that the owner of this book was Professor Snape, whom he hated the most, he didn't know whether he would still find something missing. And happy.

Seeing Aaron looking at him with a half-smile, Harry's heart skipped a beat and he asked uneasily, "Is there anything wrong with this book?"

“No problem, no problem at all.

I happen to know the owner of this book. Being able to get it only means that you are very lucky (it is definitely not specially arranged by some immortal old man). "

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and left excitedly holding his textbook.

He had already made up his mind to change the cover of the new book when it arrived, and then return the new book to the closet. As for the old book, he would keep it for himself.

If you trade the old one for the new one, the school won’t lose money after all!

"If I guessed correctly, he should also know the owner of that book, right?" Klea asked.

"It's more than just acquaintance! We are so familiar with each other.

But this has nothing to do with us, so don’t talk nonsense. "

"I know, I'm not a child anymore."

In the days that followed, Harry often took the book with him and read it whenever he had free time. Finally, he learned the name of the original owner of the book, the Half-Blood Prince, on the back cover.

He became very interested in the Half-Blood Prince, because this book not only contained potions knowledge that could make his grades improve dramatically, but also contained some spells that Professor Flitwick had never taught him. It should be the Half-Blood Prince. 'I made it up myself.

...

Saturday night, principal's office.

Dumbledore sat in front of his desk and looked at the two items with a solemn expression.

It's the same black diary, but there are several transparent holes in it, which are as rotten as possible. It's also a ring, but there's a deep crack in the black gemstone on it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore put the ring and diary in the drawer, "Harry, you received the letter, come in!"

"Good evening, sir."

"Sit down first!" Dumbledore smiled, "How are you doing?"

"Very well, Professor."

"How are you enjoying the class? I know Professor Slughorn is particularly fond of you."

"I think he overestimated my level." Harry said guiltily.

He relied on the Half-Blood Prince's notes for his grades in Potions this week. Both Hermione and Ron knew that, but Professor Slughorn only thought that he had inherited his parents' talent.

"You really think so?" Dumbledore said playfully.

"Absolutely true."

"Hahaha!" Dumbledore laughed, "How is Aaron doing lately? I noticed that he and Clea are very close."

"Hmm... I guess their relationship hasn't reached that point yet." Harry said thoughtfully, "Aaron doesn't seem to want to waste time on it."

"Yes! I can feel that he is under a lot of pressure.

What about Miss Granger? As far as I know she seems to be interested in Gaius as well. "

"Professor, is this appropriate for you to ask?" Harry asked in surprise.

"After all, he is the principal, so it is normal to care about the students' lives!" Dumbledore said unhurriedly, and then met Harry's suspicious eyes.

"Well, I'm just curious, and Aaron's parents also asked me to pay close attention to this matter."

Harry's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't doubt much, "Hermione was a little depressed at first, but her state was not greatly affected and she quickly adjusted herself.

But what is surprising is that her relationship with Klea is getting better and better, and the two often meet in the library. "

"Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, "I think you must be curious why I asked you to come here tonight."

"Is it related to the prophecy?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Yes, the answer is right here." Dumbledore stood up from his seat, walked around the table, and walked past Harry.

He took out the pensieve from the cabinet and put it on the table, then took Harry to a storage shelf, which was filled with crystal bottles containing rotating and floating silver substances.

"What you see are all memories, and they are all related to Voldemort."

"All?" Harry said in shock.

"Yes, everything, starting from when his parents fell in love.

I spent a lot of time looking for relevant people to collect them. It is not easy to find these after so many years. "Dumbledore took out a small bottle and said, "If you want to be the person who survives the prophecy, you must know your opponent well enough.

You have to see all of them, but what we are going to see tonight is this, which is the scene when I first met him. "

Harry swallowed, opened the bottle cap, and poured the silver substance inside into the pensieve.

call!

He took a deep breath and dove into the basin.

After a period of spinning, he continued to fall. When his feet landed, he saw Dumbledore holding an umbrella and opening the door of an orphanage.

Here he met the young Voldemort, or Tom Riddle.

"Are you a doctor?" Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore sitting on the bed expressionlessly, his tone full of impatience.

"No, I'm a professor."

"I don't believe it. She wants me to see a doctor. They think I'm different from others."

"They might actually be right."

"I'm not crazy."

"Hogwarts is not a madhouse," Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts is a school, a school for magic.

You can do something, right, Tom?

Something other kids can’t do. "

“I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals listen to me without teaching them, and if someone treats me badly, I can make them suffer.

I can hurt them if I want to. "Tom Riddle said calmly, "Who are you? "

"I'm just like you, Tom.

Be different. "

"Prove it to me."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, with a look of helplessness on his face.

He could tell that this child was very guarded and would not believe a word of what he said without proving it.

The next moment, the wardrobe in the room burst into flames, but it was not damaged at all.

When Tom Riddle saw this scene, the corner of his mouth finally raised an arc.

Now he was sure that the old man was not lying. They were the same kind of magicians, different from ordinary people.

"There seems to be something trying to get out of your closet, Tom." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

Tom Riddle opened the cabinet door, and an iron box jumped out and landed on his hand.

There were no valuable items inside, just a few small toys.

"Theft is not allowed at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said patiently. "At Hogwarts you not only have to learn how to use magic, but also how to control magic. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing this, Tom Riddle nodded silently.

It wasn't until Dumbledore left the room that he suddenly spoke, "I can still talk to snakes, they found me and whispered to me.

Is this normal for someone like me? "

...

The memory ended here, and Harry slowly moved his head away from the pensieve.

His face was heavy and his breathing was a little quick, "Did you know that at that time, Professor?"

"I didn't know that he would become the most evil dark wizard in history. At that time, I just thought that Tom had a deep mind and all he could do was pay attention and guidance, but judging from the results, I didn't succeed.

Even if I knew, I... I wouldn't be able to do anything to a child. Dumbledore said, then changed the topic, "He got very close to a teacher during his years at Hogwarts. Guess who that teacher is?" "

Harry pondered for a while, "Is this why you persuaded Professor Slughorn to come back?"

"Professor Slughorn has something that I urgently need, and naturally he won't hand it over easily."

"He likes talented students and wants to take them under his wing." Harry said thoughtfully, "You want me to agree, right?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "Aaron won't help us, and he won't let Clea get involved.

In short, only you can do this, and the sooner the better. "

Harry clenched his fists and nodded seriously.

Neither of them noticed that a portrait on the wall listened to their conversation word for word, nor did they notice that the portrait quietly stepped out of the frame.

At the same time, Shenming Palace.

Phineas's portrait hurried to the blank frame, "Is anyone here?"

A dark ninja emerged from the ground, took the portrait off the wall, and sent it to the missing body who was developing the potion in the potion room.

"Is something wrong?"

"Important information, very important. Dumbledore has an appointment with Harry Potter tonight."

"Tell me what they talked about?"

"My great-great-grandson..." Phineas hesitated, "How is his recovery?"

"He can be resurrected at any time." The missing body said confidently, "After several months of continuous treatment, now he only needs to stuff his soul into his body to adapt for half an hour to fully recover.

But it's still a long time until two years, so resurrecting him early will not do me any good. After all, Sirius is not a person who can take time off, isn't he? "

"Thanks."

Phineas breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and then told the missing body the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry.

"That's all I heard. I can't see the specific memories."

"The memories of Voldemort's childhood are not important at all. He had not even set foot in the magical world at that time, and he could not do anything no matter how much thought he had." The missing body said indifferently, and then changed the subject, "But Dumbledore and Harry Lee's talk was different, that was the summary and the focus.

What's more important is that Dumbledore finally had self-awareness this time and didn't take any chances with Clea and me.

I am very satisfied with the information this time and will continue next time. "

Phineas nodded hesitantly and turned away from the frame.

"What do you think?" The missing body asked, looking at Aaron who was practicing the magic circle on the back of the photo frame.

"Phineas is more aware of current affairs than I thought. The contract we signed with him is very simple. There was no need for him to tell us this information."

"He was worried that we would get in the way of Sirius's resurrection, and some villains would try to judge a gentleman." The missing body said disdainfully, "But it is understandable. After all, it is related to the inheritance of the Black family. The more we Satisfied, his great-great-grandson would have less to worry about.

Moreover, the information he provided is very important if it is important, but it is indeed of little value if it is not important. After all, it is none of our business. "

"I think so too." Aaron nodded, "How is the potion refining going?"

"It's not impossible to make more cost-effective portable pills, but..." the missing body said a little depressed, "some magic potions, such as truth serum, can be made into hundreds of pills in a small bottle, and some For magic potions, such as the Elixir of Fortune, you can only make a few pills in a small bottle, and some, such as the Polyjuice Potion, require adding the hair or nails of the person you want to transform into to be successful. What should I do? "

"Do what you can do first. As for what you can't do, just put it in the form of a potion and don't move it."

"What a hard life as a worker!" the missing body said speechlessly.

Aaron shrugged sheepishly and continued to practice the magic circle.

At this time, the system prompt suddenly appeared in his ears, "Host, please pay attention, the system panel has been successfully updated."

"Open the mission panel." Aaron said impatiently.

[Slughorn's Secret (find out what Dumbledore desperately needs);

Completing the mission rewards 800 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; do you accept it? 】

"Oh! It's finally time to live."

Aaron decisively chose to accept it. The reward of 800 magic points was enough to save him from struggling for more than two months. There was no reason to give up.

And the difficulty of this task is... almost none. When Harry succeeds, he will always report to Dumbledore, and then it will be free.