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"Mr. Potter, the library will be closed in 10 minutes." Mrs. Pince accepted the permission of the restricted area. She glanced at the library through the glasses and looked at the library that she didn't usually come to. Caught it a few times - usually for arguing with the inseparable red-haired boy and getting thrown out of the library by her.

It seems that Mr. Potter is not a person who likes to read.And now he has permission to enter the forbidden/book area.

"I know, I just want to go and see." Harry smiled shyly.

"But the books in the forbidden/book section cannot be borrowed, you can only stay inside and read them." Mrs. Pince said, "then—do you know where the forbidden/book section is?"

Harry nodded immediately, of course he knew - he'd been there a week earlier, in the dead of night.Of course Harry wasn't going to tell Mrs. Pince that he was the one who lost some books in the Restricted/Books section.

He went straight to the forbidden/book area.

It's really different with or without lights!

Harry looked at the bookshelves on both sides that fell from the ceiling to the floor, and the aisles in these two bookshelves gave people a particularly narrow feeling - although they were only more than one meter wide, it was enough for two people to walk, and it could also bend waist, and this corridor is about ten meters long, which is almost the width of the library, and there is a ladder at the end for students and professors to access the books on the upper shelf.

The visual pressure brought by the whole space is amplified by this corridor, as if people walking in it will be crushed by the layers of books.

And when the black lights are all the same, the black will not have this feeling.

Harry turned his head and prepared to take out a book from the vast sea. He picked a book with a black cover that didn't look like human skin or the skin of any other magical creature.

But when his fingertips touched the book cover, he felt an unspoken malice, which made him withdraw his hand as if being pricked by a needle.

"What kind of place is this!" Harry looked around, and found that there was a vague malice lingering on the rows of books around him, which made him feel bad!

He had to go on again.

And what about those out-of-reach books that are placed on top? —Harry couldn't help but wonder if they were put on top because they were more dangerous?

So how should he understand Prince's obsession with the dark arts?

It is impossible for him to read each of these books, nor can he finish a book in a short time.So what should he do?

"I remember those books are in this position." Harry muttered, and he walked to the position where he groped in the dark to find books for Prince a week ago. This bookshelf is all about souls, and the adjacent Your bookshelf is research time.Soul and time, there is still a little connection between the two.

Harry scanned the writing on the spine, he found the rows where the books were taken, he pursed his lips, the gap where the books were pulled out was still there.And Mrs. Pince hasn't reported the loss of books until now - Snape must have told her, and Snape, did he know that the books confiscated by him disappeared?

Maybe Snape was so busy giving points to Gryffindor that he forgot about it.

Harry randomly pulled out a book. There was no name on the spine. It was a dark green book slightly thinner than the textbook, and it looked easy to read.

""Elicit Your Heart's Desire", what does this mean?" Harry read out the words on the cover. The words were black, which didn't match the color of the cover at all. What a terrible color scheme!

Harry flipped through it casually, and was suddenly attracted by a few lines of description.

"...The above discussion has a simple answer that is - the ultimate answer about life, the universe and everything is 42. As wizards but also human beings, we cannot escape this law. 42 represents Fortwo, that is to say We are born to be matched in pairs, this is the highest law of the universe. Then there must be a code in our soul that corresponds to another soul that matches it..."

I'm afraid it's not nonsense!He will not be fooled!This book is probably a misplaced pastime book!It's also good to pass the time casually.

So Harry left the study of the black magic book until tomorrow. He used a time display magic to find that there were only 3 minutes left before closing the library, so he hurriedly stuffed the book into his pocket and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Potter, the books in the restricted/book area cannot be taken out, and you need to register to borrow other books." Mrs. Pince's eyes were as sensitive as a warning spell.

Harry had no choice but to take out the book he was about to sneak out of his pocket, only to find that the name of the book had changed to "Analysis of the Starry Sky", and the book cover had also turned black, making it look like an astronomy book.

"Then please do the registration." The seriousness in Mrs. Pince's eyes also receded. She picked up the book and carefully checked the cover and whether there were any confusion spells on it, and then quickly flipped through the pages. Perhaps she was confirming the content and confirming that there were any No pages from other books are entrained.

After such a careful inspection, Mrs. Pince registered the book and delayed the retreat time a little.

If Snape were here, he would sneer again—"It seems that the closing hours of the library need to cater to the golden boy's needs, doesn't it?"

Harry remembered the last time he was caught stealing a book in the restricted/book area by Snape and got it on the spot, and his sarcasm was so deep that he could still recall it now, even his weird tone of voice .

This caused him to almost drop the book when he retrieved it from Mrs. Pince, and he quickly stuffed the book into his pocket. —Hope it doesn't change again.

In this way, Harry took the book, which he had borrowed from the restricted/book section, to the auditorium to prepare for dinner, but when he reached the first floor, he suddenly didn't want to go to the auditorium.

He turned to the next floor, went to the kitchen, and got some takeaway food.He went to the eighth floor.

Maybe he could meet Prince.

With such anticipation, he turned his handle and pushed the door open nervously, but his expectation finally came to nothing—the room that belonged to them was empty.Only the crackling of the flames lit in the fireplace.

He really can't expect too much.

Harry's shoulders slumped, he closed the door, and dropped his bag.Throw yourself on the couch across from the fireplace.There was no breath of Prince either—his friend was a ghost, so how could there be breath of existence except for its own pearly white light that could show him the way in the dark?

"Don't think about him! We promised we won't meet again!" Harry pinched the pillow with his hand, put it under his head, and took out the book he had just borrowed from his pocket—it changed back to the first time he got it It was dark green at the time, and the words on the cover were as dark as night, and when you smell it carefully, it still has the bitter taste of potions.

It's like——like Prince's kiss, the breath entangled in the breath has a strong smell, as if a pot of potion has just been brewed and has not been washed away.

Prince really likes potions, even if he becomes a ghost—wait a minute, how could ghosts smell like him?

His sense of smell is probably hallucinating!

Harry pursed his lips in displeasure. He turned the page, and there was a line of words on the inside page.

"Follow your heart, and you will gain the ultimate joy in your soul."

As if with magic power, he seemed to return to that night in a trance, when he and Prince watched the stars on the top of the Astronomy Tower-he was really very happy, if he could meet Prince, he would be happy will kiss him.

In fantasy he actually kissed his friend, and they kissed hard, under the twinkling stars, all the stars in the sky witnessed it. ——He smelled the potion again, and it smelled really good.

Suddenly the flame burst out with a loud "crack", which brought Harry's mind back. He glanced at the flickering fireplace, and then looked at the recreational book here—how could he have thought of it, and, And that kiss!

What is he thinking about!

Harry turned the pages in shame, cleaned out all the yellow waste in his brain, and continued to read.

Inadvertently, time passes like a burnt firewood in the fireplace.

The author has something to say:

There is a slight problem with this book.

"The ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything is 42" from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy