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Harry changed his mind.

He remembered that Ron was also an E, anyway, it was just an old textbook, and there was no difference between taking it tomorrow and now.

With that in mind, Harry turned and walked towards the stairs, towards Gryffindor Tower.

The next day, Ron was still talking to Harry about Malfoy's tragic experience in Slytherin, which he had heard about. It was only one night after school started, and Harry seriously doubted the validity of the news.

Even if Snape knew that it was Malfoy who beat him, but if he wasn't stupid and wouldn't have been beaten, it was his own inadequacy, if Snape was willing to side with him - based on what he knew about the old bastard, then It will take a long time.The old bastard will definitely do it without anyone noticing, no one will think of him, and no one will know the reason why he did it.

"Oh, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Why don't you go to the Potions class? The first period is over, and there are 5 minutes left." Slughorn, who was walking towards the Potions classroom—— The guy's office was on the second floor - saw Harry and Ron wandering around and stopped to talk to them.

"Isn't the requirement for the Advanced Potions class to get an O in the OWL exam? We only have an E." Ron yelled.

He was very depressed because of this. If he couldn't get into the advanced potion class, it meant that he was getting farther and farther away from the Auror's dream. It was very likely that the dream could only be a dream and could not become a reality.

"That was in the past. My advanced potions class only needs E to enroll. You can take it first and then go to your dean to complete the registration procedures." Slughorn waved to them kindly, "You guys There must be no textbooks. There are old textbooks of previous students in the cabinet next to the back door of the Potions classroom. You can find two and then we can start the class. I am honored to welcome two more students who are open-minded in my class ’” He winked at Harry.

Harry thought of what Snape called his former professor, and suddenly he remembered that Prince had slipped a sentence or two of dissatisfaction with his Potions professor.

Harry had thought the professor was slightly snobby the first time he met him - otherwise why would Dumbledore drag him to see Slughorn?Most likely, he wanted to use the reputation of the savior—that was the only shining point on him, and he exuded fragrance, becoming the focus of the crowd anytime, anywhere.

And he didn't say a word about Snape now.

"Okay, Professor. You're such a nice guy." Harry smiled, and he held Ron back. "It's getting late, let's get the textbooks first."

"Dude, there seems to be something wrong with you." Ron muttered as he stepped into the cellar stairs.

"Being able to enter the Advanced Potions class, isn't it a step closer to being an Auror?" Harry asked back.

"That's true." Ron shrugged.

They entered through the back door of the Potions classroom and opened the cabinet. There were indeed many old textbooks inside.

Ron randomly took out two copies and compared them before stuffing them back to get another one.

Harry looked at it. He picked up a copy and was about to open it to have a look.

And his friend changed several textbooks with the corners of his lips curled up. He was not very satisfied with these used textbooks, "This book has too many doodles, this book's binding thread is loose, and that one is missing pages..."

"Harry, how about your book?" Ron looked at the one in Harry's hand.

"I think it's okay..." Harry opened the textbook under Ron's gaze, and found a lot of black notes on it, even the printing was smudged by ink, and the original appearance was not visible.

Harry's expression changed when he saw the words, and he used Occlumency to keep his expression as disgusted as his friend's.

But this is Prince's textbook!Definitely his textbook, he knows the words!

"You can't even use that one." Ron calmed down, "Why don't you change it?"

At this time, the class bell rang, and Ron only had time to take the textbook he found from the pile of textbooks and immediately took the one he thought was still usable.

Harry wiped the dust off the cover of the textbook with his hand, and he walked to the seat with the textbook in his arms.There was a warmth in the heart—it was as if Prince hadn't left.

Of course he never left.

'Severus, did you leave your textbooks with me on purpose? ' he couldn't help talking in his head, knowing Snape could hear him.

Snape, who was stepping into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, didn't stop. He listened to the voice in his head expressionlessly. Even in class, the little bastard was still cheering and distracted to chat.

'It must be a very pleasant thing to be distracted in class. ' Snape's tone became dangerous, and he stared at the group of fifth grade students below with a half-smile, as if trying to catch their distraction.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins who were taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class all trembled, and each shrugged their shoulders, wishing they could cry against the wind and become pitiful.

After Potions, even Defense Against the Dark Arts has been poisoned by the scary old bat!It's really terrible!

Harry took it for granted that he had the default answer.oh!He knew that his prince must be shy because of his thin skin.

He happily opened the textbook, and found the phrase "This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince" on the title page.He covers his face immediately - just so cute!

'Honey, you are so cute! ' He immediately harassed his harassed lover again.

Under Snape's silent response, his face was sullen enough to drip ink, which made the Defense Against the Dark Arts class roll like lightning, thunder, and black clouds. He casually pointed to a Gryffindor and asked him to stand up and answer the question, "Please tell How can I shut up a noisy curling bird?"

"Uh, use the ear-closing spell?" the boy said tremblingly.

"Did you come to class with an empty brain without even previewing the textbook? Ten points deducted from Gryffindor!" Snape snarled and deducted points and looked around all the students, snorting coldly in his mean mouth.

These two-legged beasts never increase their IQ.

Suddenly, Harry had a bad feeling, but—he stroked his textbook, feeling extremely happy.

This is Prince's textbook for sixth grade.Wait, did he write something else on it, for example, he moved on, maybe he would leave a love message—of course, he didn't think of looking for Prince to write him on it.How could Prince write love words to him!Surely not—really not?

Harry picked up the textbook and used the textbook to shield his flushed face, and he quickly rummaged through it for the imaginary love story.

"Now before I turn the pages, I have good news for you." Slughorn finally returned to the books after a long list of himself and the various talents he had taught.

"In order to make everyone have a strong interest in potions, I have a very wonderful little thing here, which will be used as a reward for the student who makes the best potions in this class." Slughorn mysteriously took out A small vial of golden potion.

"It's a Felicia!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Oh, you actually know, clever little witch, what's your name?" Slughorn asked with a smile, very kind and friendly.

"My name is Hermione Granger." Hermione said happily, "I also know that the production of Felix Elixir is very complicated, and only a master of potions can successfully make it. Such a small bottle of potion can make people who drink it Surrounded by luck, do what you want to do."

"Excellent, 10 points for Gryffindor." Slughorn smiled appreciatively, "Are you related to Huttok Dagworth Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Apothecary Society?"

"No, I'm a Muggle born." Hermione shook her head.

"Wise little Muggleborn witch, you will succeed," said Slughorn kindly.

Hermione instantly had a crush on the new Potions professor, and she felt that everyone in this classroom had certain expectations for the new professor or Potions.

Not only did Slughorn give Gryffindor points, but he also offered Felicia Felicia as a classroom reward.This greatly encouraged the students' enthusiasm for making potions.

"Then, today's potion should also be changed—how about the love potion? I know that everyone will be interested in this potion, but please don't use it on others at will. The love potion does not bring true love—but If you use this potion on your lover, the harmless banter will be a lot of fun," he said with a smile.

Everyone became curious, and under the guidance of Slughorn, they began to make the first pot of love potion in their lives.

"When making a love potion, it will emit a unique spiraling vapor. Everyone smells a different smell. Note that this is the smell that will fascinate you for a lifetime. Don't be addicted to the making of a love potion. , it would be quite dangerous," said Slughorn in a tone that told a horror story.

Everyone laughed happily and didn't take it seriously, but when everyone started to boil the potion until this unique shape of steam evaporated, everyone's faces showed a confused expression.

Harry was even worse, he was dazed and fascinated by the steam on his face, he smelled the bitter potion smell, sexy and charming musk, gradually matured and thickened, as if he and Snape were face to face.

'Severus, I want to kiss you. 'Harry's voice was hoarse as if immersed in passion/desire and burned.

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Snape said suspiciously: I remember you were taking Potions class instead of Physiology class.

Flushing Harry: I want Prince.