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Chapter 133

The three of them came to the library during their lunch break. Hermione spread out a large tome on the study desk she often occupied, and waved the magic wand to enlarge the book so that the two men opposite could clearly see the book she was pointing at. gist.

"The Vanishing Cabinet." Harry frowned at the word, and he moved closer to read the entire description, "So it's like a portkey."

"Or it's like an invisible passage. In short, the two cabinets are connected. After entering the disappearing cabinet, you can come out of the other cabinet." Hermione shook her head. She felt that the statement about the port key was still inaccurate. .

"So this thing needs two to work." Ron understood. "Then Malfoy bought this in Knockturn Alley, but what's the use of it? He only has one."

"No, what if the other Vanishing Cabinet is in Hogwarts?" Harry had a flash of inspiration, he felt that Hogwarts was really the most amazing castle he had ever seen, all the amazing things he had seen Most of them are here--this is one of the most mysterious places in the whole of England, no, in the whole world.

"It's quite possible." Hermione closed the book, her expression becoming more serious, and Harry recognized her deep in thought.

"This explains Malfoy's mysterious behavior recently, maybe he is looking for the disappearing cabinet." She boldly guessed.

"Looking for it? No—they must have been sure Hogwarts had this one before they thought of going to Borginberg to get another one," Harry said with certainty, "but there must have been a mistake."

"It can't be that the mouse gnawed on the cabinet." Ron yelled.

Mrs. Pince cast her gaze over, so Hermione glared at this friend who was always making a fuss. She almost forgot that Ron and Lavender almost got into Mrs. Pince's forbidden library. Person blacklist.

"We'll always find out," said Harry.

Then he changed the subject and asked about the summer vacation, but his friends didn't know where he spent the summer vacation, although he went to the Burrow twice.

But Hermione guessed he'd met his boyfriend, and Ron fit like a nodding machine.This gave Harry the creeps, and he frantically denied it - even though his memory told him he'd been at 12 Grimmauld Place all summer!

He would never do the thing of cohabiting with a man! — Well, Hermione didn't say that either, but Harry insisted that he's been straight until now, and he doesn't think a man is so beautiful or what he thinks about a man - that's weird to think about, isn't it? ?And soft and beautiful girls are so cute.

Harry just thought about it for a moment, he felt that if he had only these few memories, then he could bear it, anyway, he couldn't imagine that he would have such a weird thing as a boyfriend! — It would be better not to have.

He is determined to break up with his so-called boyfriend. Although it may hurt the other party, but he will not really fall in love with a man, so such a farce should end as soon as possible.

The good news is that Ron doesn't know who his boyfriend is either - which rules out the possibility that his boyfriend is a Weasley.Then the red hair among his friends is excluded, so it seems that the damage caused by the breakup is even lower.

Feeling that he had figured out the so-called amnesia, Harry appeared at the door of the gloomy cellar office at six o'clock in the evening. He hesitated for a while, after all, the old bastard didn't give him the password.

[Don't hesitate young man, the door is unlocked again. ] The snake-shaped doorknob complained.

Harry saw the two intertwined snake heads seem to roll their eyes at him, so he had to endure it and put his hands on the door and pushed the door open.

"Good evening, Professor. I'm here for detention," said Harry reluctantly.

Snape stood up from his seat, raised his wand, cast a Locking Charm on the door, and walked towards Harry.

"I've been thinking about it all day, or is this time too short for you, you don't want to investigate what kind of drugs or even curses have been placed on you, and feel that Dumbledore's protection of your copper wall is strong , right, Potter."

"If you're talking about my memory, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. At most, it's something about my personal emotions." Harry subconsciously looked away, but after thinking about it and feeling short of breath, he raised his head and looked straight at snape.

"This is all my private matter, I don't think it has anything to do with you." He was very confident.

"It seems that you are planning to give up something." Snape walked in front of Harry, and he stared at the young man with flaming eyes full of rebelliousness.

His boy, beautiful as a lion cub waiting to rush forward to bite, makes one want to break his legs, clip off his sharp nails, and grind off his sharp teeth.

But he knew that he didn't have to do that, his boy had always been docile before, like a kitten that hadn't been weaned, if you gave him some sweets, he would lie down and spread out his belly with joy.

"It's of no use to you after all."

If emotions do not rely on memory, the body can also remember those pasts, because they left traces on his body.

Then he still had his treasure—no, he had always been his.Across time and space, all barriers cannot erase his mark.

Harry Potter belongs to him, absolutely.

"I told you it's none of your business, Snape." Harry refused to continue the conversation with the greasy old bastard who looked like he'd had a bad day.

He always had a bad feeling.

But he still said something, as if he wanted to increase his confidence, "However, just like I do not have some memories now, I also feel that this does not hinder my life. So if there is no one, it will be gone."

Snape stared coldly at the little bastard who dared to say that he would abandon him in front of him.

"So, you don't remember Prince either, and you want to leave him behind." He regretted it after finishing speaking, he shouldn't have mentioned this name in front of Potter.But he still had hope, staring at Harry for any look on his face.

"Who is Prince?" Harry was left confused.

Could it be his boyfriend's name, but why would Snape know?

"No one." Snape turned around, "Come here and begin your confinement." He coldly ordered Harry to follow his steps.

Harry followed with doubts, and suddenly he remembered his Potions textbook, which belonged to the Half-Blood Prince, but it could also be understood as Prince, so could he have seen the owner of that textbook?

Impossible, this book is very old, so Prince should be a grandfather.Harry denied his guess again. After all, as long as the students who have graduated are likely to put their old textbooks there, it is also possible that the Half-Blood Prince has just graduated.

Harry thought for a long time and found that he couldn't find a reasonable explanation, so he let go of his entanglement, and followed Snape to the potion making room.

"Now, you have to finish a potion. In order to prevent you from fooling me, you must drink the potion you made. If you don't want to see Madam Pomfrey at this time, then please trouble our golden boy to use his brain." Snape said as he tapped the small blackboard beside him, and the potion making steps appeared on the blackboard.

Harry looked at the writing on the blackboard, which was quite detailed - no different from the previous Potions class.

"Professor, what kind of potion is this?" Harry didn't ask why the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's confinement content was Potions, he didn't want to be sprayed in the face by Snape, the old bastard's mouth was poisonous, he could Can't say enough about him.

"A potion that doesn't appear in textbooks." Snape said, turning an hourglass upside down. "You have an hour and a half to finish this potion. If you don't finish it, it will do you no good, Potter. You It still needs to be done tomorrow.”

He looked at Harry icily, then called for a chair, pulled out a book from nowhere and sat down, staring at Harry as if determined to finish the potion.

Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet and look at the contents on the blackboard, and went to the potion material library to get the required materials.

I hope this is not a potion with strange effects. Although the old bastard is against him, he has never poisoned him so far. At most, he made fun of him for blowing up the cauldron, ridiculed his intelligence, and slandered him for stealing medicinal materials— —I really want to beat up the old bastard!

Harry was thinking this, and suddenly he noticed that there was a long-necked flask on the cooking table with a dewy budding rose in it-maybe it was put by the elf.It's a pity, even if they are arranged with care, no matter how sentimental the old bastard is, he will dismiss them.

The author has something to say:

Actually, I haven't figured out what to call this potion yet.

Harry: So breaking up is the quickest and most effective solution.

Snape: Gryffindor deducted 100 points, playing with the professor's feelings.

Harry fell to the ground in shock.

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