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Harry watched Snape lock Ravenclaw's diadem in one of the lockers. For the time being, they couldn't proceed to the next step. They could only wait for Snape to study the book thoroughly, and he copied the book Therefore, the book will not leave borrowing information on the borrowing record, and Dumbledore will not come to the door.

So next, he had to face Harry's original request - making up lessons.

"Only Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Snape sneered.

"Isn't it enough?" Harry flicked back the bangs that fell in front of his eyes irritably, "Recently, my potions are not bad, but it turns out that I have changed the potions professor, and my potions have improved by leaps and bounds."

Of course, Slughorn's potions genius was exaggerated, and his potions weren't that good.

"Thanks to the Half-Blood Prince, isn't it?" Snape said, clasping his arms across his chest in a perceptive look.

"You know." Harry choked, and then he remembered that the night Snape had locked him up and told him he had lost his memory a month ago, he did know the name Prince.

"That's right, I used the notes from the old textbook." He gritted his teeth, "There is no school rule that you can't make potions based on other people's notes." He was very confident.

In his view, learning from textbooks and referring to other people's notes are exactly the same thing.Anyway, the Half-Blood Prince's textbook is his now, so all the notes on it are his too.

"It seems that you don't even want to think. The reputation you get from copying notes makes you so happy that you only want to take shortcuts." Snape sarcastically.

"But what he wrote is right. It's like standing on the shoulders of giants. Professors and textbooks can't teach me. Why can't the Half-Blood Prince teach me, as long as I make the potion in the textbook? right?" Harry frowned in displeasure.

Obviously Snape was no longer his Potions professor, Potions had become his second favorite subject without him - well, Snape had almost ruined his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts A school nightmare.

"You want the Half-Blood Prince to teach you," Snape said.

"He's so much better than both of you," Harry muttered, neither Slughorn nor Snape were as good as the notes in the Half-Blood Prince's textbook, which almost made him love the subject.

If Dumbledore could invite the Half-Blood Prince to teach Potions, he would definitely be the first to agree.

"The needs of the savior must always be met, don't they?" Snape smirked, putting his fingertips lightly on the table, leaning back against the back of the chair, looking at Harry standing in front of the desk.

"Then at 6 o'clock tomorrow night, the tutoring you need will start."

Harry returned to the Gryffindor Tower, and while there was still time before curfew, he first did the homework assigned today, and when he lay on the bed, he recalled the conversation with Snape in the cellar.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized that Snape's tutoring tomorrow night did not refer to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He said his needs would be met, but the last sentence was that he wanted the Half-Blood Prince to teach him.

Could it be——Harry swallowed, and he took out the photo of Snape and Lily on the last page of the textbook from under his pillow. He was sure it was he who put it in the textbook, although he didn't remember this photo either. Where did the photo come from.

He looked at the teenager in the photo with the light from the tip of his wand, pursed his lips and stuffed both the photo and the wand under the pillow.

He forced himself to close his eyes.

The old bat turned out to be the Half-Blood Prince, and he took Snape's textbook!Snape really loved him for not tearing him up - but it was creepier this way!

Another day after the class ended, Harry bit the bread for dinner and counted the time with a stern face. At 10 minutes before class started, he drank the glass of milk heroically, wiped his mouth and picked up his schoolbag Run to the cellar.

Let's hope Snape didn't let him brew some goddamn potion.

"You're five minutes early." Snape put down the homework he was grading, he raised his head and gave Harry a look, "5 points deducted from Gryffindor, eager to sacrifice the precious time of the professor is not what a student should do thing."

"Are you going to teach me potions?" The point deduction made Harry's face stiff, but he was used to this kind of daily point deduction, and he also knew that under the effect of that damn potion, Snape couldn't really treat him. What would he do—that would go against his heart.

"I remember you practiced the No Wand Charm in private." Snape stood up, and he left the desk.

"I don't remember." Harry pursed his lips, but he did have a few simple wandless spells in his mind, "Well, I do know a little bit, just simple everyday spells."

"Then you should review the feel first." Snape led Harry to the familiar room that was used for confinement before. It was decorated, there were chairs and bookshelves, and there was still a long neck on the table. There was a rose in the carafe—Harry looked away slightly uncomfortably.Then noticed something else added to the table - a set of tools for handling potion ingredients, with an unfired cauldron beside it.

This is a cram school that perfectly meets his needs.

"In an hour, we will proceed to the next tutoring task." Snape added.

"Are you going to teach me Defense Against the Dark Arts first and then Potions?" Harry asked back.

"You have no right to challenge the lesson, Potter," said Snape. "Now demonstrate the Wandless Charm you have learned."

Harry had to use the wandless spells he knew, and he wanted to use the Stunning Charm on Snape, but Snape took out a two-headed snake as his practice object.

"Lack of practice." Snape commented, telling Harry to continue practicing the spells, and then went out to continue grading the new assignments.

This is not the tutoring he hoped for!Harry faced the two-headed snake in the cage with a sullen face, so he had to continue practicing these wandless spells. After he found the touch, he calmed down and began to think about whether he could learn other wandless spells by himself—such as the flame spell, and the snake Baked, so Snape couldn't fool him with a random practice subject from his potion ingredients.

The practice time passed so quickly that Harry couldn't cast the Wandless Fire Charm he wanted until Snape came to take him out after grading his homework.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, expecting Snape to let him make potions, or handle potion ingredients, but instead he led him out of the cellar.

At this time, there was no one in the corridor—the students had all returned to the dormitory, and the students who traveled at night would not want to stay in the old bat's territory, it would be tantamount to being sent to the door to deduct points for confinement.

"Potter, what you want is the ability to protect yourself in the face of Death Eaters, then you should know that at that time you didn't have the comfortable environment like a mother's embrace in Hogwarts." Snape He glanced at Harry.

When they reached the Great Hall, the moonlight streamed down from the large windows in the hallway, and from Harry's perspective it seemed that Snape was shrouded in a silvery light.

He looked much younger than he remembered.Snape was only 36 years old, he was at his best age, whether it was magic or his knowledge, he could be regarded as a genius with extraordinary achievements.

And at this time, he was the only one in those eyes that were so dark that they seemed to hold the entire bright galaxy.

"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded dizzily, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, "I know what I lack, and this is what I want to remedy."

"Today would be a good chance, then," said Snape, leading Harry out of the castle.

The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, and Harry noticed that Snape was holding a lantern, the same lantern that Snape had found him that night.

He was on Snape's heels, and soon he realized they were heading towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Professor, you want to take me to the Forbidden Forest?"

"How many potion ingredients can you tell apart from a textbook?" Snape asked softly.

"Of course I can tell! My OWL grade in Herbalism is E!" Harry blushed, even if Potions was taught by his most hated old bat, he still got E, which is enough to prove that he didn't Nep said so badly!

"Then, it will be proven later, isn't this a good opportunity?" Snape laughed.

Harry followed behind Snape with a puffy face, and walked into the gloomy Forbidden Forest under the light of the orange light.

The author has something to say:

The Forbidden Forest under the moon is very suitable for a date.

Harry: I didn't expect you to be such a professor who blatantly took students to the Forbidden Forest.

Snape: Thanks for the reminder, Gryffindor will deduct 10 points for entering the Forbidden Forest at night.

Harry QAQ: Take advantage of the dark night and wind to beat the old bat to relieve his anger!

Snape grabbed Harry's hand and raised his eyebrows: so enthusiastic. (So ​​he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss and kiss again, and got back the interest of making up lessons)