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On the weekend morning, Harry was holding a fork to fork the fried egg on the plate with a bad complexion, and his eyes were looking at the professor's seat through the lens, but the culprit who deducted a lot of points from him and locked him up last night But did not attend.

That pink lady frog is there, it's disgusting!

"Harry, I saw that the house points have dropped a lot." After Hermione sat down with a few books in her arms, she looked at her friend's face, and then followed his gaze to the professor's seat, "Did Umm last night?" Ricky deducted another point?"

"No, it's Snape. But both of them are equally annoying." Harry shook his head, his face depressed, "I still have to go to Filch for confinement."

"Dude, you're miserable." Ron patted his friend on the shoulder sympathetically. What a weekend to spend cleaning stairs or something, and they're not house elves!

"By the way," Harry picked up a fork and sliced ​​open the golden-yellow fried egg poked on the plate, and gave up his poking career, "Umbridge has turned Defense Against the Dark Arts into a self-study class, Why don't we form a helping society?"

"Study help club?" Hermione, who has a keen sense of learning, became interested in this word in an instant. "You want us to help each other learn."

"Yes, self-study, and good academic performance helps those with poor academic performance, so that those who are good at it will be more proficient in practice, and those who are not will learn in learning, which is beneficial to both parties. .” Harry took a sip of milk and nodded.

"That sounds good, Harry, you can actually come up with this idea!" Hermione's eyes lit up, "It seems that you are still putting your heart into your studies."

Harry blushed when he was told, he lowered his head in embarrassment and stuffed the fried egg into his mouth, then took a sip of milk to cover up his embarrassment—isn’t it true, since the beginning of school, he has been there every night except the first day Learning, he didn't even know he was so eager to learn.

"Dude, why are you drinking milk?" Ron looked at the pumpkin juice in his hand and then at the milk in Harry's hand. Didn't he remember that they drank pumpkin juice all the time?

"Isn't milk also a breakfast drink?" Harry looked at Ron strangely.

He's not going to tell his two buddies about his new ghost friend, and that he wants to grow taller, at least without looking up at Prince all the time - or maybe he should tell Prince not to float so they are about the same height.

Maybe he'd be taller than Prince, Harry thought secretly.

After breakfast, Hermione, who originally planned to go to the library for self-study, listened to Harry's proposal, and they planned to find a place to continue discussing in detail the establishment of a help club. Harry's proposal was very good, but they still needed to Refinement can really be carried out.

"I know a place." After Harry said it, he regretted it. It was the place where he and Prince met. If a society is formed, where should he and Prince go?But he couldn't think of a better and more hidden place, which could prevent the pink frog from discovering that they helped each other study in private, otherwise the pink frog would definitely be like a bullfrog blowing up, forcing them to disband the club, and maybe she would even treat her They use black magic.

He had to tell his friends about Umbridge's use of the Dark Arts, so they would be wary of Umbridge.

Surely Hermione could come up with a surefire way, thought Harry, who wanted to retire after coming up with the idea of ​​helping the student club, and he didn't need that - he already had Prince.Prince didn't finish the fifth grade, he can give him everything that Prince didn't learn, and Prince is so good, he will point out his mistakes.

The two of them are already the perfect helper club, even though there are only the two of them in this club.

He doesn't need anyone else, and neither does Prince.

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly had an idea, but the idea disappeared in an instant and he couldn't catch it. He couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising, although he didn't know the reason for his happiness.

Harry took Hermione and Ron to the Room of Requirement, which of course wasn't the room where he and Prince met - that was a secret between him and Prince.

"This is really a nice place." Hermione looked at the room, it was a replica of the Gryffindor lounge, including the angles of these sofas and the pillows on them, it was almost the same as when she left in the morning to rest The appearance of the room.

"I was thinking of the Gryffindor lounge when I came in, so the Room of Requirement copied it." Harry explained briefly.

"This is the magical room that George and Fred were talking about." Ron naturally thought of his two brothers who were about to graduate. If they weren't so busy, he would still want to ask them to find a way to play tricks on Umbridge. Came to help out his friend who was suspended and locked up on the first day of school.

Umbridge promulgated many new regulations, and even the graduating seventh graders complained.

Harry nodded, "Anyway, the privacy of this room is good. Only people who walk back and forth between the tapestries three times and have the same room in mind can enter."

"Then those who enter the society need to be carefully screened, maybe we need a secrecy spell." Hermione thought.

"Secrecy spell, so troublesome!" Ron shouted.

"Maybe, we can give more trust, we can slowly screen the people who enter the club, and during this period we can also formulate the club's regulations-although I don't have any ideas, at least, we can't use the Response Room indiscriminately. "Harry licked his lips, and thought for a long time before adding this. He proposed the Response Room as a club activity place, but he didn't want to even occupy his meeting with Prince.

Hermione was very interested in helping the student club, and she quickly picked up the parchment to write and draw on it, while Ron pointed and said.

Harry spoke without saying a word. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost time, so he got up and prepared to report to Filch—he would be able to see Prince as soon as he could finish this confinement.

Hopefully he's still haunting the hallway where they met.

Filch sent him to clean the corridor off the kitchen, which was very close to Hufflepuff, but it was the weekend and everyone was out, so the corridor was empty.

Harry put the bucket aside, wiped the floor with a rag, and moved the bucket with him after a piece of rubbing, and his waist was sore after a few pieces.

Harry stood up, tapped his sore lower back, turned his neck, and looked around, but there was still no one.

It's almost noon, who would come here at this time?

Even Slytherin, who also lived in the cellar, would not come here.With that in mind, Harry bent down again and resumed his cleaning work—perhaps he could make it to the Great Hall for lunch if he was quick.

"Why are you here?" Prince's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Harry turned around instantly, dropping the rag in his hands to the floor in fright.He bent down to pick it up, calming down the surprise on his face by the way.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help you bring back the book you asked for last night." Harry looked apologetically at the pearly translucent Prince.

Snape raised his eyebrows, his face still expressionless.

"I was discovered by Snape, he confiscated the book and put me in confinement." Harry explained slowly, and then he firmly clenched his fists, "I will find a way after I finish mopping the floor Go to Old Bat's office and get your book back."

"No need." Snape said softly, he looked at Harry's messy black hair, which was as lively and cute as his character, and it wasn't that bad.

"Why?" Harry snorted.

"I've got those books," Snape explained.

"You went to Snape's office! Did he see you? Wait, how did you get the book?" Harry looked nervously at his friend, wondering if he wasn't a ghost?Then how could he touch the book?

"Sometimes I can touch things." Snape said vaguely, and he took out of his pocket a book that Harry knew so well - he had seen it last night, and it was supposed to be in Snape's book by now. There.

"Just like Peeves." Harry found an explanation for this.

"There's still a difference," Snape said vaguely.

"Can I touch you?" Harry asked suddenly, maybe—maybe he could touch Prince, isn't Peeves able to touch other things?

Snape stared at Harry silently for a full minute before nodding.

Harry dropped the rag, wiped his hands on his clothes, and stretched out his left hand, slowly and persistently trying to grab Prince's hanging hand.

Yet all he could touch was a cloud of cold mist.

"It's okay, it's good that you get the book." Harry smiled at Snape, hiding the disappointment on his face.

Snape pursed his lips, rubbing his fingers, he should have come earlier, maybe Harry would have been able to touch him - the statute of limitations was too short.

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