HP Magic Biography

It gave Harry an unreal feeling that he had seen this scene, or rather, he had experienced it himself.

He was repeating the same thing as the man, only the difference was that they weren't after some slug club dinner, they were just after a normal Potions class, and Slughorn now seemed Somewhat busy.

So... come here, now, Harry, you're going to be late for next class, Slughorn said with a smile on his face, the golden buttons of his dragonskin briefcase snapping shut.

Sir, Harry said urgently, he couldn't help thinking of Voldemort, Actually, uh... I want to ask you some questions.

Ask all you want, my dear boy, all you want...

Hearing Slughorn's words, Harry couldn't help backing down. Just as Hermione said, since Slughorn is covering up his memory, then his simple question...

Suddenly Harry felt that the future was a little bleak, but anyway, when he opened his mouth, Harry felt that he should...

Uh...sir, I wonder if you know...know the soul fragments? Harry breathed a sigh of relief after speaking, um... there shouldn't be any problem.

However, Slughorn was stunned. These words obviously had a strong impact on Slughorn. His round face suddenly sank, he licked his lips, and said hoarsely, What did you say?

I'm asking, do you know anything about soul fragments, sir, look— Harry said solemnly, but before Harry could finish speaking, Slughorn interrupted him.

So, did Dumbledore entrust this...to you? Slughorn whispered. His voice changed completely, no longer friendly, replaced by shock, fear, he took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and wiped his sweaty forehead.

Dumbledore showed you those - those memories, didn't he? Slughorn asked.

Yes! Harry said frankly, thinking it best not to lie about it.

Oh, yes, of course, I should have thought of... Slughorn said calmly, still rubbing his pale face lightly. Of course... well, if you've seen the memories, you'll know, I don't know any...

Anything? repeated Slughorn firmly. Something about soul shards.

It looked like Slughorn was going to lose his temper, but it didn't feel real, and Slughorn felt a little guilty.

Slughorn grabbed his dragonhide briefcase, pocketed his handkerchief, and walked to the door of the dungeon classroom.

Sir, said Harry disappointedly, I just thought maybe there were more memories of them—

You? said Slughorn. You're wrong, absolutely wrong!

Slughorn kept shaking his head, as if he wanted to forgive this matter.

Slughorn said this, and before Harry could say anything, he slammed the door of the dungeon classroom.

The fact that neither Van Lin nor Hermione felt sympathy for the harrowing meeting Harry described was an inevitable consequence, and Harry thought of it.

What's more, even if you invite Slughorn to teach at Hogwarts, you need to use threats.

Not to mention getting Slughorn to admit what he did back then.

For example, tell Tom what a Horcrux is, and how to make a Horcrux?

However, this kind of reason is obviously not able to divert the hatred that Harry provoked in Potions class before.

Hermione was still resentful that Harry hadn't done any work in Potions class. Ron also resented Harry for not offering him a piece of bezoar.

And Fan Lin didn't want to participate in Harry's whole plan at all.

Discuss how to convince Slughorn?

Compared to this, Fan Lin felt that there was a simpler and more effective method, but obviously Dumbledore would not adopt this method, so it would be better to leave troublesome matters to Harry.

Compared to this, Fan Lin has worse things.

For example, re-enacting the plan about Voldemort. Since Voldemort entered the domain of vampires, he has become stronger and stronger. Moreover, all information about Voldemort is completely hidden. According to Snape, the current activities are basically It was handed over to Bellatrix and several people to preside over it. As Voldemort's favorite vampire, Bellatrix's status was obviously extremely high.

After all, didn't Bella and Voldemort still have a child...

But that was probably nothing more than a tragedy, just like Voldemort's parents, born through a love potion.

Anyway, Fan Lin has heard this saying, otherwise, there are many people who worship Voldemort very much, but Bellatrix is ​​an outlier among all Death Eaters, and no one dares to do anything to Bella.

In other words, that child should be the nearest, and calculating the time, it seems...

It would look stupid if we all did that! Harry said irritablely, obviously dissatisfied with the scolding of several friends, especially when he was trying to reconcile the conflict between Ron and Hermione , Then why can't we see the two people's attitudes so consistent?

Look, I've tried to soften him so I can ask him about Voldemort, haven't I? Oh, you froze a handle! said Harry angrily, and Ron couldn't help it when he heard the name Tremble.

Harry was exasperated by Ron and Hermione's attitude to his failure. He spent the next few days thinking about how to deal with Slughorn. Harry decided that he would make Slughorn feel like he had forgotten all about the Soul Fragments before he started again; this would really lull Slughorn into a false sense of security.

In fact, after Harry stopped asking Slughorn any more questions, the Potions teacher began to treat Harry kindly again, and he seemed to have put the matter to rest in his mind.

Harry began to wait to be invited to Slughorn's small evening parties, even if the Quidditch training schedule was modified, he would attend this time. Unfortunately, there are no more such invitations.

Harry discussed with Vallin, Hermione, and (most importantly) Ginny: none of them had been invited, or even known, but none of them had.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if Slughorn hadn't forgotten what happened, so he didn't give Harry any chance to ask questions.

I can't find any instructions for soul shards! Hermione told Harry. Not at all! I've checked everything, even books that teach you how to make the most horrible potions, - nothing! That's all I could find, in magimostevil's introduction, listen - soul shards are the most evil magical inventions, we can't say nor give usages...

I was thinking, why do you say that? Hermione said helplessly, she slammed the old book shut, and there was a terrible wail from the book.

Oh, shut up, Hermione shoved the book into her bag, clearly dissatisfied with this ignorant book.

In fact, Hermione still had a hard time forgetting Harry's use of bezoar in Potions and doing nothing, which made Hermione feel like an idiot.

Rather than being hit by Harry, it's better to say that Hermione's entire conception has been hit.

Malice from Professor Snape decades ago? This made Hermione, who has always believed in books, have considerable doubts about her outlook on life.

This also made Fan Lin realize one thing. Maybe Hermione will never learn alchemy like Fred and George. Sometimes, Hermione really lacks a little imagination, even if Hermione is good enough, But girls are more willing to believe in the accumulation of experience.

...

The snow on the Quidditch ground melted with the arrival of February and was replaced by cold and wet. Purple-gray clouds hung low over the castle, and a sudden rain made the grass even more muddy.

It was in this weather that the sixth graders had their first Apparition lesson in the Great Hall instead of the field.

Classes are specially scheduled on Saturday mornings so they don't miss any of the normal classes. When Van Lin, Hermione, and Harry arrived at the Great Hall (Ron had gone down with Lavender), they found that the table had long since disappeared. The heavy rain washed away the glass of the upper windows. In front of the auditorium stood four deans and a small wizard...

This must be the instructor from the Ministry of Magic. However, Fan Lin does not think that this instructor is any better than the professors at Hogwarts. Fan Lin has always liked the members of the Ministry of Magic who do nothing and just sleep. missing.

This is probably the long-standing inheritance of the teachers of the Ministry of Magic, and for details, we must refer to the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, our lovely Ms. Umbridge.

The instructor had an uncharacteristically deadpan expression, and his hair was tied up in little bunches, looking as if a breeze could blow him away.

In fact, Fan Lin has been wondering whether it is because of his body shape that he can get this job, or maybe his body shape determines that he can disappear and then reappear.

To some extent, the smaller the volume and density, the easier it is to accomplish magic like apparition.

Good morning! he said when the four deans asked the audience to be quiet, My name is Wilcott Edward. I will be your Apparition course instructor for the next two weeks.

Malfoy, be quiet! Focus! Professor McGonagall yelled. Everyone looks back. Malfoy's face turned pink, and he strode away from Crabbe looking annoyed that he and Crabbe had just had a whispered argument.

Harry cast a quick glance at Snape, who also seemed annoyed.

I hope you all do well in your exams soon, Edward continued, as if he had never been interrupted. I think you all know that normally you can't Apparate at Hogwarts. But the Headmaster made an exception today - confined to this Great Hall - and we have an hour for you to practice. Should I stress that, It would be very unwise of you to try to Apparate outside of Hogwarts.

I want each of you to adjust your position right now and make sure you have 5 feet of space in front of you. People started to move. Of course, stumbling and bickering with each other is inevitable, and everyone wants to stand at the front. This made the four deans busy.

Harry, where are you going? Hermione asked.

But Harry didn't answer; he sped through the crowd, he passed Professor Frivy - who was trying to regulate a few Ravenclaws, passed Professor Sprout - who was forcing a couple of Hufflepuffs The strange students lined up, and he finally came directly behind Malfoy, who was arguing with Crabbe five feet away.

This left Fan Lin and Hermione a little speechless. Harry was a persistent person, and in many cases, Harry was a little too persistent.

I don't know how long that's going to take, it's taking longer than I thought. Crabbe opened his mouth to speak, but once again Malfoy guessed what he was going to say. You see, it's none of your business what I do, Crabbe. You and Goyle just do as I tell you, and keep your luck!

If I asked my friends to watch the wind, I'd tell them what I wanted to do, said Harry, just within Malfoy's ear.

The scene returned to calm again. After all, the kind of magic that looks very tall at first glance, such as space transformation, is still very eye-catching.

Thank you, Edward said, now... He waved his wand, and an old-fashioned wooden ring immediately appeared in front of each student.

It is very important to remember that there are three 'lands' Edward said! Destination, destination, destination!

??? Fan Lin felt a little unreliable, important things should be emphasized three times?

Step 1: Focus your mind on where you're going, Edward said. Like, in your wooden ring, now gently focus on your destination.

Everyone was surreptitiously looking around to see the others staring at their rings, and hurriedly doing so. Harry looked at the ring on the dusty floor and tried not to think about it, but it proved futile, and he couldn't help but watch what Malfoy was up to.

Step two, Edward said, focus your attention on taking up space! Every cell in the body must want to enter!

Harry secretly glanced around, not far to his left, Ernie McMillan was staring at his ring so hard that his face was blushing, it looked like a magnified and deformed egg, Harry Sneaking a bit, he immediately turned back to look at his ring.

Step three, Edward said, stand on that spot when I order, and feel yourself start to move. Take my order, and now...

Harry peeked around again, most of them nervously preparing to Apparate immediately. Harry focused on his ring again, forgetting why it was the third destination.

……three!

Harry started spinning at that point, and he lost his balance and almost fell over. But he wasn't the only one who lost his balance and fell, the whole hall was suddenly full of staggering people, Neville fell on his back; on the other side, Ernie McMillan seemed to be trembling in his ring with Pivoted until he found Dan laughing at him.

It's okay, it's okay, Edward said lightly, No accident at all, please go back to the original position and adjust your rings.

In fact, Fan Lin stood beside Professor McGonagall early on. He just needed a certificate, just like a Muggle needs a driver's license to drive.

Others, however, did not, and the second time was no better than the first. The third time seemed to be worse. There was nothing exciting about the fourth time either.

With screams of pain filling the hall and everyone looking terrified, Hufflepuff College's Susan Bone dangled in her ring, her left leg still five feet away from where she started.

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