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Harry took the two borrowed books out of his bag and put them on the table at the book return office.

"Mr. Potter, I'm glad to see you again." Mrs. Pince narrowed her eyes and looked at Harry. She picked up the two books and flipped through each of them carefully and quickly. It looks like an owl staring at its prey at night, and its roundness is also very similar. After seeing that there are no missing pages or traces of alteration, it puts the book on the small bookshelf where it is returned.

Harry noticed that each compartment on the small bookshelf had a label attached to it, which seemed to be the corresponding alphanumeric number on the library shelf.He knew that Mrs. Pince would cast a spell before the library closed to make all the books returned today automatically return to their proper places—maybe it was the magic on the small bookshelf, Harry guessed.

"If you want to borrow a book, go to the bookshelf, I don't lack statues here." Mrs. Pince looked at Harry, "Mr. Potter, I have to remind you that you still have a book that has not been returned, I hope I will not return it." I will not be able to see the book until it is overdue.”

"Of, of course, that book is very interesting, super interesting, I've never seen such an interesting book!" Harry pulled out a laugh, forcing out two dimples.He backed away, turned around, and ran to the self-study area to find his friend's table, opened the seat opposite her, and sat down with his back to Mrs. Pince.

That gaze really poked his back, and his hairs stood on end to resist!It's really scary!

Hermione raised her head, frowning in displeasure. The sound of Harry pulling the chair was so loud that it interrupted her thinking.She suddenly noticed the guilt on Harry's face, so she waved her wand and cast a soundproofing charm around her.

"What's the matter?" Hermione glanced over Harry and Mrs. Pince, and then found that Mrs. Pince looked away, looking at the low-grade Gryffindors chattering a few tables ahead.

"Hermione, I'm miserable." Harry's face was pale, and he showed a wry smile, "I burned the books in the library."

"What!" Hermione was so shocked that she dropped all the books she was holding on the table, and suddenly she remembered that Harry had been in a trance for a while, although it wasn't that long.

"It was the book," said Hermione, cleverly connecting the two events. "It was the day you blew up the cauldron last week." She remembered that Harry was fine after that day.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "It's a black magic book that can confuse people's hearts. I brought it out from the restricted area, but it also confuses Mrs. Pince, so Mrs. Pince thought that what I borrowed was "" Zodiac Sky Analysis." Harry explained briefly to Hermione.

"You sneaked to the restricted section." Hermione disagreed.

"No, I have Professor Lupine's permission, you know I'm just confused." Harry blinked innocently, oh, as for the three black magic books he hasn't returned yet, he still has them. Read it with Prince, and return it after the research is thorough.

"Are you sure it's "Analysis of the Zodiac Starry Sky?" Hermione sighed, she no longer entangled in this matter, and asked this question instead, "Which book was written by Edwin Hubble in 1903?"

"I just remember it was in a black cover." Harry thought for a while and said.

Hermione nodded, "That's the same." She pursed her lips as if making a difficult decision, then she stood up and began to pack her things.

"Are you leaving?" Harry sat there in a daze, as if he was going to sit there forever.

Hermione rolled her eyes, she raised her hand and made a gesture to follow her, "We are going, let's go, come with me."

Harry followed Hermione back to the Gryffindor Tower. He stood at the door of the girls' dormitory and waited for a while before Hermione opened the door. He didn't realize it when he took the black book, but when He saw the cover that seemed familiar, and his eyes widened.

"It's not—it's not..." Harry's hands were shaking in surprise.

"As you can see, I have this book, and I've finished it." Hermione shrugged. "So return it to Mrs. Pince."

Harry looked at the book in his hand, it was obviously still new, "No, Hermione, this is your book."

"Anyway, I've finished reading." Hermione spread her hands, "You can't let Madam Pince blame you, return it to the library. Who made us friends?"

"Thank you!" Harry smiled, a very cute smile, especially wanting someone to pinch his fleshy cheeks, "I will buy you a book and return it to you." He decided, Taking advantage of this Hogsmeade week, he was going to pick out a book for Hermione as an apology.

So Harry took the book back to the library, and handed the book to Mrs. Pince under the scrutiny of her.

"Mr. Potter, this is not a book from the library." Mrs. Pince noticed something was wrong as soon as she got the book. She squinted her eyes and looked at Harry who could only cover up his guilty conscience with a shy smile.

Harry scratched his hair, "I know—I actually lost that book." He should know that the books in the Hogwarts library must have some kind of magical mark, and rashly changing one even if it is It is impossible to get away with the exact same book.

"Mr. Potter, I really shouldn't have lent you the book!" Mrs. Pince's voice immediately became high-pitched, as if Mrs. Norris was grinding the floor with her claws, which made the listener's brain ache.

"So I found a book that was exactly the same." Harry pursed his lips and pointed at the book.

"Exactly the same? Mr. Potter, may I ask if you move out other people's children, and then bring back another one at random, do you think the two are the same?" Mrs. Pince's chest heaved with anger, and her anger made her thin A few more wrinkles were added to his face, his face was ferocious like a butcher holding up a knife.

Harry couldn't help thinking of Filch, and he suddenly remembered the scandal between Mrs. Pince and Filch. The two were quite a match.

"I'm sorry, I'm deeply aware of my mistake." Harry stepped back, his face squeezed to keep his smile from waning, his bared teeth chattering with cold.

"Go away, Mr. Potter, you are not welcome in the library now!" Mrs. Pince pointed at the door, her nostrils were steaming, "I will tell Principal Dumbledore about this! Anyway, I I don't want to see this happen again! I want my books intact, not a single one!"

She growled, as if she would turn into a Hungarian Horntail any second, flapping her wings and breathing fire at Harry.She really loved the library books as much as she loved her children.

So Harry used the speed at which he was chasing the Snitch to disappear before Mrs. Pince's eyes.

"...The above is the whole story." Harry exhaled, he really didn't want to recall the furious Mrs. Pince anymore, it was just too scary - he swore he wouldn't want to step into the library again for a month !

"That's why you dragged me out during Hogsmeade Week." Prince said indifferently.

"I have to find a book to return to Hermione, so I need a staff." Harry nodded, he thought very well, and never considered that Prince might not be there, "By the way, we can take a look around Honolulu." Grimmeade, you've been out for 40 years—20 years," Harry realized he had slipped and changed his words, "you haven't been out of Hogwarts—by the way, can you get out of the castle?" He suddenly remembered the ghost It is impossible to leave the castle, at least he has never seen ghosts go out.

"So, you want to go on a date with me." Prince still had an indifferent face, but his eyebrows relaxed a little.

Harry stuttered instantly, "Jojo dating! No, no, no, I'm just..." with a tomato face.

"I just want to pull me to help you buy books, return Miss Granger's favor, and take a stroll around Honeydukes, Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse and so on." Prince continued for Harry, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Breaking the indifference on his face, and reminding Harry of his pearly white self, "Well, since you need my company so much, I have to say yes."

"Oh, Prince, you are so kind!" Harry grinned, smiling brightly. He hugged Prince, and soon he let go of his too tight hand and backed away. The mood was too unrestrained, but the corners of his mouth still curled up.

"Let's read a book, last time we saw how to deal with nightmares..."

Prince watched Harry as intently as on the cauldron where the potion was being boiled under his hand.