HP Magic Biography

To deceive Hagrid, in fact, Fan Lin did this with peace of mind.

Otherwise, with Hagrid's mood, it would be really hard to accept being completely abandoned by his friends...

Hagrid's N.E.W.T class is really bleak, most of them didn't choose the protection of magical beasts course, although in Hagrid's place, you can indeed meet some guys that you don't usually see, but more, this is a kind of torment.

If the four of them went, Fan Lin wondered if Hagrid would lead Grapp out of the Forbidden Forest, or bring them in?

There were not many students anyway, so it was very possible for them to teach Glop to tie his shoes, and Hagrid would definitely make shoes as big as Glop's feet.

After solving Hagrid, there is only one problem left for Fan Lin.

Where is Dumbledore and what is he doing? In the next few weeks, Fan Lin only saw the principal twice.

He barely showed up at mealtimes, Nicolas May made a big progress there? But... Fan Lin now feels a little abandoned. Just like the former Harry, he is now placed in Hogwarts, and then his eyes are blackened?

And Harry obviously felt more disturbed, because Dumbledore promised Harry to give him some private tutoring, but in fact, it was just a review of some memories.

Mid-October is the first weekend of the term to Hogsmeade.

This made Harry wonder why they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade now, which undoubtedly made the security measures around the school more stringent, but he was still glad to go; after all, it was still exciting to spend a few hours outside the castle A pleasant thing.

Harry woke up early on the day he went to Hogsmeade, and it was raining and windy outside, so Harry had to watch to pass the time before breakfast. He didn't usually read in bed; that kind of behavior was considered normal by Ron only if it happened to Hermione or Van Lin, because they were so weird.

But having said that, Harry felt that the Half-Blood Prince's book could not be regarded as a qualified textbook. The more Harry delved into the book, the more he realized that there were so many things hidden in it, not only potion-making hints and handy shortcuts that would have won him fame with Slughorn, but also many fictional little things. Spells were scribbled in the margins of the book, and Harry was sure the Prince had invented them himself, as there were many omissions.

In fact, Harry had experimented with several of the prince's invented spells. There was a spell that made toenails grow surprisingly fast; another that made the tongue stick to the roof of the mouth; An unmistakable buzz, so you can go on long chats in class without being heard.

The only one who wasn't interested was Hermione, who kept a decidedly disapproving look throughout, and who refused to talk to Harry if he cast a Whispering Charm on anyone around him.

Fan Lin was very interested in these spells. In fact, Harry was surprised to find that Fan Lin knew about most of the above spells, which greatly facilitated Harry's experiments with the spells. Lin's explanation is probably the effect of analogy.

Harry sat up on the bed and turned the book around so that he could examine more closely the description of a spell scrawled in it that seemed to be bothering the Prince. It was deleted and changed many times, but finally, in the corner of this page, a few scribbled words were barely squeezed in: The wind and rain outside the Fuchsia beat relentlessly on the window, Neville was snoring loudly, Harry stared at the words in brackets.

Silent... That must mean silent spells. Harry was very skeptical that he would ever be able to master the spell; he was currently having some difficulty with silent spells, and Snape taught every Defense Against the Dark Arts class too quickly. On the other hand, as it stood, the Prince had proven that he was a better teacher than Snape.

He flicked his wand upwards aimlessly, and said in his head, 'Fuchsia! '.

Ah-! A light flashed, and the house was filled with shouts: Ron's yell woke everyone up. Harry flinched in a panic; Ron was dangling upside down, as if an invisible hook had caught his ankle.

I'm sorry! Harry yelled, and Dean and Seamus laughed wildly, while Neville had just fallen off the floor and was getting back on his feet.

Hang on for a while, I'll take you...

The spell stops... Fan Lin pointed with his wand, and there was another flash of light, and Ron fell back on the bed again.

I'm sorry, Harry repeated quietly, while Dean and Seamus were still laughing wildly.

Oh, this is a good way to get up, but my head is a little congested... Ron collapsed on the bed in a daze.

You are experimenting with your spell again, Harry... Fan Lin said helplessly, and then tried to get up from his bed. However, this was obviously not an easy task.

Thunderstorm weather is really only suitable for sleeping.

Oh, I'm just some... some small experiments. Harry said awkwardly, but experimenting with Ron, although it was an unintentional move, made Harry feel guilty.

Maybe use Fanlin next time?

Oh, well... Fan Lin stretched his waist, But I think we should go to Hogsmeade, the weather outside has cleared up.

...

... Then there was another flash of light, and I went back to bed! Ron grinned, and picked up a few more sausages for himself. Regarding Harry's new spell, Ron found it very interesting, and also It's very practical, isn't it...

Hermione didn't smile the whole time, her expression was very indifferent, and she looked at Harry disapprovingly.

This spell, which happens to be in your potions book again? she asked.

Harry frowned at her. You always draw the worst conclusions, don't you?

Is it really?

Um... yes, yes, so what?

So you want to experiment with this unknown handwritten spell and see what happens?

So what if it's handwritten? Harry didn't want to answer the rest of the question.

Because it probably hasn't been approved by the Ministry of Magic, said Hermione. And, she added.

Oh, yes, this is illegal, but the spell is safe, in fact, nothing can happen to it. Fan Lin said

You know again? Hermione squinted at Fan Lin.

It's a joke! Harry quickly took it, It's just a joke, Hermione, and that's all!

Hanging someone upside down by the ankle? said Hermione. Who would bother to invent a spell like that?

Fred and George, Ron shrugged, that's the kind of thing they do. And, uh—

My dad, said Harry. He just remembered.

What? Fan Lin asked.

My dad used that spell, said Harry. I—Lupine told me.

That last sentence was a lie; in fact, Harry had seen his father cast the spell on Snape, but he had never told anyone else about his experience in the Pensieve. And now a wonderful possibility occurred to him. Could this Half-Blood Prince be—?

Maybe your dad did, Harry, said Hermione, but he wasn't the only one. We've seen a bunch of people use this spell, if you haven't forgotten. Hanging people upside down in the air. Jean's still asleep In them they floated helplessly.

Harry stared at her. He remembered what the Death Eaters had done at the Quidditch World Cup.

That's different, said Ron gruffly. They're abusive. Harry and his dad were just joking. You don't like that prince, Hermione, he went on, pointing at Hermione sharply with a sausage, because he's better at Potions than you are. Well done-

None of that! Hermione blushed. I just think it's irresponsible of you guys to cast spells when you don't know what they do, and don't be a 'prince' like he's a real prince, I bet that It's just a silly nickname, and I don't think he's a nice guy at all!

I don't know why you think that, said Harry angrily. If he's really a Death Eater, he'd be boasting about his 'pure blood,' wouldn't he?

Just as he was saying this, it occurred to Harry that his father was pure-blood, but he dismissed the thought; there was no time to think about it now...

But Fan Lin looked at Harry in surprise. Obviously, Harry misunderstood something.

But in fact, Harry's words were infinitely close to the truth.

Snape was a Death Eater, Snape never denied that, if it wasn't for Lily...

It's impossible for all Death Eaters to be pure-bloods, and there aren't many pure-blood wizards left now, said Hermione stubbornly. I think most of them are half-bloods, just pretending to be pure-bloods. They only hate Muggle-borns, and you and Ron would be welcome if they joined.

They can't make me a Death Eater! Ron said angrily, and a small piece of sausage flew from the fork Ron was swinging, hitting Ernie McMillan right in the head. Our whole family are blood traitors, which are as hateful to Death Eaters as Muggle-borns.

They were more than willing to have me, said Harry sarcastically. We'd be best mates if they didn't keep trying to kill me.

If not, I think Tom's face will be ugly. Fan Lin said, Anyway, Hermione and I don't need them.

Oh, this is really a lucky thing. Hermione concluded the topic, After all, no one wants to become a lunatic.

Then, before Hermione could pick up the topic of the book again, Ginny's arrival completely disrupted the rhythm of Ginny's criticism.

Hey Harry, I've come to hand you this. It was a roll of parchment with Harry's name written on it in a familiar thin and slanted script.

Thanks, Ginny... that's Dumbledore's next lesson! Harry said, unfolding the parchment and quickly scanning the contents. Monday night!

He suddenly felt a burst of relief and happiness. Want to come to Hogsmeade with us, Ginny?

I'm going with Dean—maybe I'll run into you there, she replied, waving to them as she left.

Wait, you're not on here. Hermione frowned, Dumbledore only let Harry go by himself.

Really? Harry looked at Dumbledore's note again, and Fan Lin's name did not appear on it.

Maybe Dumbledore has other arrangements. Fan Lin thought for a while, Maybe I will leave Hogwarts for a while.

Where are you going?

I don't know, maybe it's from Nicolas. Fan Lin thought for a while, but Dumbledore didn't let him go to his office with Harry to attend classes. Obviously, Nicolas had made great progress, maybe Will he be able to get to Nicolas immediately?

However, I think we can go to Hogsmeade now, Hermione...

Filch stood by the oak gate as usual, checking the list of those who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade. The process took longer than usual, because Filch was going to run everyone through the spy cameras three times.

What does it matter if we take the dark magic stuff out? asked Ron, eyeing the slim spy device worriedly.

You should definitely check what we're bringing in.

As the price for talking too much, Ron's face was poked a few more times for this, and when they set off to walk into the storm, he seemed a little cowering.

This is indeed a very bad thing. Not half a minute after walking out of the gate, it started to rain again. This setting looks like a joke, maybe a thunder...

Um……

The road to Hogsmeade was not pleasant.

Hermione covered the lower part of her face with the scarf; the exposed part immediately went numb with the cold.

This was indeed a bad thing. For this reason, Fan Lin had to help Hermione maintain her body temperature. However, it turned out that in a cold environment, the effect of the warming spell was really limited.

Fan Lin had to block Hermione with his body, as for Harry and Ron...

The road leading to the village is full of students who have almost folded their bodies in half to escape the biting wind.

This made Harry miss the warm time in the common room more than once, especially after seeing Fan Lin completely abandoning them, this kind of thought grew wantonly in Harry's mind.

Why don't we use Yeqi's carriage? Harry opened his mouth, and then a breath of cold wind came in.

If there is now. Fan Lin said helplessly, It doesn't seem like a good decision to come out today.

But when they finally arrived at Hogsmeade Village, they found that Zoko's joke shop was sealed up with wooden strips. This situation was undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue for everyone.

There were only so many places Hogsmeade could go, and luckily not all the shops were closed.

Wearing thick gloves, Fan Lin pointed at Honeydukes, and several people staggered after Fan Lin into the crowded shop.