HP Magic Biography

However, in fact, after arriving at the Burrow, Harry had no chance to speak to Mr. Weasley, who worked long hours at the Ministry of Magic until Christmas Eve.

The Weasleys sat with their guests in the living room, which Ginny had decorated so extravagantly that it seemed to be in a sea of ​​garlands.

Fred, George, Harry and Ron are the only ones who know that the angel on top of the Christmas tree is actually a goblin who bit Fred while he was pulling turnips for Christmas dinner. So they stunned it, painted it gold, dressed it in a miniature tutu and glued a pair of wings to its back, and now it's going down in rage stared at them all.

With a big bald potato head and hairy feet, it was the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen.

They were all listening to the Christmas broadcast of Mrs Weasley's favorite singer, Celestine Warbeck, singing her melodious voice over the huge wooden radio.

Fleur seemed to find Celestine's singing boring, and she spoke loudly in the corner, while the sullen Mrs. Weasley kept pointing her wand at the volume control, so Celestine's The sound became louder and louder. During a jazzy rhyme Crucible full of intense love, Fred and George start cracking and blasting with Ginny. Ron kept sneaking peeks at Bill and Fleur, as if he wanted to learn some skills.

Meanwhile, Lupine sat by the fire, gazing into the deepest recesses, as if he couldn't hear Celestina's voice.

Oh, come and stir my cauldron. If you do nothing wrong, I will ignite a strong fire of love, so that you can spend this night warmly.

We danced to this song when we were 8 years old! Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears from her eyes with her sweater. Do you remember, Arthur?

Huh? Mr. Weasley was peeling a tangerine. He nodded. is sitting next to.

Sorry, he glanced over his shoulder at the radio. Celestina had already reached the chorus. It's almost over.

It's okay, Harry grinned. Is the Ministry of Magic busy recently?

Very busy, said Mr. Weasley, and I wouldn't care if it progressed, but I suspect none of the three arrests in recent months have been a real Death Eater - just don't tell the others. Man, Harry.

He suddenly looked more alert. They're not taking Stan into custody, are they? Harry asked.

I'm afraid not, said Mr. Weasley. I know that Dumbledore tried to ask Scrimgeour directly to release Stan... I mean, everyone who interrogated him agreed that Stan couldn't have been a Death Eater...but the higher ups wanted people to see them progress, and 'three arrests' sounds better than 'three wrong arrests and release'... I repeat, this is all top secret...

I won't say anything, said Harry. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say; he gathered his thoughts as Celestine Warbeck began a new song, You've Bewitched My Heart.

Mr Weasley, do you remember what I told you at the station before I set off for school?

I've checked, Harry, said Mr. Weasley quickly. I searched Malfoy's house. Didn't find anything, broken or whole, that shouldn't be there.

Yeah, I know, I saw on the Internet that you've looked it up...but that's a different thing...well, further... He said what he had overheard about Malfoy and Snape The conversation between them and the subsequent dispute between Harry and Van Lin was all told to Mr. Weasley, and when Harry spoke, he saw Lupine's head turn slightly towards him, and heard every word. After he finished, no one in the room spoke except for Celestina's soulful humming.

Oh, where is my poor heart? It abandoned me for a spell...

As Van Lin said, has it ever occurred to you, Harry, asked Mr. Weasley, that Snape was just pretending—

But there must be something between them. I know of the Unbreakable Vow, and Snape has no reason to...

No, I think he will do that. Lupine said flatly, I trust him.

You trust him? Harry felt a little unbelievable, and he looked straight at Lupine.

—do you really like or trust Snape?

I neither like nor dislike Severus, Lupine said.

No, Harry, I'm telling the truth, he added, seeing Harry's suspicious expression. We'll probably never be close friends; after all that stuff between James and Sirius and Severus, there's just too much bitterness in it. But I don't forget that I taught at Hogwarts Every month that year, Severus concocted the perfect potion of chamaejasbane for me, so that I wouldn't have to suffer so much during the full moon.

But he 'accidentally' revealed the fact that you were a werewolf, and you had to leave! Harry said angrily.

Lupine shrugged. Sooner or later it's going to get out. You and I both know he wants my job, but if he wants to do me more harm, he can play tricks in the potion. But he insists my health. I should be grateful to him.

Perhaps Dumbledore dared not tamper with the 'potion' under his nose! said Harry.

You've made up your mind to hate him, Harry, Lupine smiled feebly. I understand; James is your father, Sirius is your godfather, and you have inherited your prejudices. You can tell Dumbledore what you said to Arthur and me, but don't expect him to say anything about it. agree with you; don't even expect him to be surprised by what you say. Perhaps it was Dumbledore who ordered Severus to question Draco.

...and now that you ripped my heart apart, I want to thank you for giving it back! Celestina ended her song with a long high note, and the radio burst into loud applause. , and Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically joined in.

Is it over? Furong said loudly. Thank God, what a horrible—

Shall we have a nightcap, then? asked Mrs. Weasley loudly, leaping to his feet. Who wants eggnog?

What have you been up to? Harry asked Lupine, as Mrs. Weasley hurried off to get some eggnog, and everyone else stretched and chatted.

Oh, I've been working undercover, Lupine said. No exaggeration. That's why I can't write to you, Harry; sending you a letter might be giving away.

What do you mean?

I've always lived with my companions, my kind, Lupine said.

Werewolves, Lupine added, seeing Harry looking at him puzzled. Nearly all of them are on Voldemort's side. Dumbledore wanted a spy, and I was... off the shelf, and we did that a long time ago, getting that vampire out, and then Vanlin destroyed the Underground Street Entrance.

The Underground? Harry asked, That's...

Worgen territory, said Lupine. In fact, almost all werewolves are on Voldemort's side, and they're making a move...

Why do they like Voldemort? Harry asked incomprehensibly.

They thought they were better off under him, Lupine said. And it's very difficult to turn Greyback...

Greyback? Harry exclaimed, isn't that...

Oh yes, Fenrir Greyback is perhaps the cruelest werewolf in existence. He makes it his life's goal to bite and infect as many people as possible; he wants to produce enough werewolves to Conquering wizards. Voldemort promised him some sacrifices in return for his services. Greyback specialized in biting children... he said, to bite them when they were young, so that they would grow up far from their parents, with the respect for normal wizards Hatred grew; Voldemort threatened people by letting him out to bite their children; threats like that often work. Lupine paused, then said, It was Greyback who bit me.

Even though Harry knew something, Harry couldn't help it...

Lupine is dealing with the werewolf who ruined his life.

It seemed that he could see Harry's shock, or other emotions. In short, Lupine didn't seem to care that much, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Yes. My father offended him. For a long time I didn't know the identity of the werewolf who attacked me; I even sympathized with him, thinking he couldn't control himself, and knew what it was like to change shape. But Gray Not Burke. During the full moon he would approach his victim, making sure he was close enough to attack.

Everything is planned by him. Voldemort used him to organize and lead the werewolves.

I can't say how far my own uniquely rational views have advanced with Greyback, who still insists that we werewolves deserve blood and that we should take revenge on normal people.

revenge?

This probably has something to do with Greyback's character, but... Lupine paused, I have to change their views, and on this point, Rutherford has given me a lot of help.

Help? Harry thought of the vampire who had been rude at the ball, I don't think...

That's just their opinion, Harry, said Lupine. There's no denying that a werewolf should do what a werewolf does.

What is the werewolf doing?

Domination! Lupine said. A good way to take everything from Greyback, purify his own blood, and then control all the werewolves... A wolf pack always needs a wolf.

Reign, Wolf? Harry felt a little unreliable, and glanced at Lupine's thin body...

Sorry, but I think...

What do you think of me, I don't look like a leader? Lupine said indifferently, James said the same thing, but he thinks I'm still very strong after my transformation.

Mentioning his friend, Lupine seemed to relax a bit.

He took a glass of eggnog from Mrs. Weasley and said thanks. Looked a little happier. And Harry felt a surge of excitement at the same time: Lupine had just mentioned his father, which reminded Harry that there was one more thing he was looking forward to asking Lupine.

Have you ever heard of someone called the Half-Blood Prince?

Hybrid what?

Prince, Harry watched him closely, hoping for signs that he remembered.

No prince is a wizard, said Lupine, smiling. Is that a title you're going to adopt? I thought 'The Right One' would be enough.

It's none of my business! Harry said angrily. The Half-Blood Prince is a guy who went to Hogwarts, and I got his old Potions textbook. It was filled with spells, spells he invented. One of them was a fuchsia— —”

Oh, that spell was very popular when I was at Hogwarts, Lupine said wistfully. It was a few months in my fifth grade when you got this spell and you were hung up in mid-air by your ankles and couldn't move.

My dad used it, said Harry. I saw it in the Pensieve, he used it on Snape. He tried to say it nonchalantly, as if it were an insignificant casual comment, but he wasn't sure he had the desired effect; Lupine's smile seemed a little too understanding.

Yes, he said, but he's not the only one who uses it. As I said, it's very popular...you know how these spells come and go...

But it sounds like it was invented around your time at school, insisted Harry.

Not necessarily, said Lupine. Spells come and go like everything else. He looked into Harry's face and said calmly, James is a pure-blood, Harry, and I assure you he never asked us to call him 'Prince. '.

Instantly Harry dropped the pretense and said, Isn't that Sirius too? Or you?

Absolutely not.

Harry stared at the fire. I just think - well, he's been a huge help to me in Potions, the prince.

How old is that book, Harry?

I don't know, I haven't checked.

Then, maybe this will give you some clues as to when the prince was at Hogwarts, said Lupine.

Just after saying this, Fleur decided to imitate Celestina and sang The Crucible Full of Strong Love. After seeing Mrs. Weasley's face, everyone knew it was time to go to bed.

Actually, Harry wasn't quite willing, but defying Mrs Weasley's snarl?

Although he was sure that Mrs. Weasley would not treat him like this, in fact, it still made Harry feel very uncomfortable.

After saying goodbye to Lupin, Harry and Ron climbed all the way to Ron's bedroom in the attic, where a camp bed had been added for Harry. Ron fell asleep immediately, but Harry dug his copy out of the trunk before going to bed.

Following Lupine's prompt, Harry turned the pages of the book to search, and finally found the publication date at the beginning of the book.

This book is from almost 50 years ago. Neither his father nor his father's friends had been in Hogwarts 50 years ago.

Instantly, Harry felt disappointed, threw the book back into the box, turned off the light, and turned to think about Lupine back in the werewolf tribe, and Snape, Malfoy, Stan Thornpark, and the Half-Blood Prince.

Oh, and of course, there's Valin, in fact, Harry was once again abandoned, and it was just him and Ron back at the Burrow.

Finally Harry fell asleep uncomfortably, a dream filled with crawling shadows and the cries of bitten children.