HP Magic Biography

Hey, Harry, what's the matter? Fan Lin looked at the book in his hand with some astonishment. Harry is usually a treasure to this book.

No time to explain... Harry said, rushing out and closing the door hastily.

Harry ran downstairs to the bathroom and stuffed Ron's into his bag.

A minute later, Harry was back in front of Snape.

Snape didn't say anything, just reached out for Harry's schoolbag. Harry handed it over, panting, his chest hurting, but none of that could hide his nervousness.

Snape couldn't find anything, could he?

One by one, Snape pulled them out and examined them. In the end, the only remaining book was the Potions textbook, which Snape looked at very carefully.

It's yours, isn't it, Potter? Snape asked coldly.

Yes, said Harry, still panting heavily.

You're pretty sure, aren't you, Potter?

Yes, said Harry defiantly.

Then why, Snape asked coldly, is the name 'Ronald' on the cover of the book?

Harry's heart seemed to stop beating. This was a fatal problem, and he had no time to change it...

That's my nickname, he said calmly.

Your nickname, Snape repeated.

Yeah...that's what my friends call me, said Harry.

I know what nicknames are, Snape said coldly. No one takes someone else's name as a nickname, Potter...

His cold, dark eyes stared at Harry's again.

Harry tried not to look at him, but Snape's eyes were magical... magical...

Shut up your mind... shut up your mind...

Harry kept repeating in his heart, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work at all. He never learned how to do it right.

The request of Occlumency was hit, so that he could empty everything, or in other words, deceive his mind and seal his perception, but obviously, Harry couldn't do it now.

You know what I think, Potter? Snape said contemptuously, I think you're a liar, so you're going to be locked up every Saturday until the end of term.

What do you think, Potter?

I—I disagree, sir, said Harry, still refusing to meet Snape's eyes, but more firmly than ever.

Very well, then, let's see what you think after your confinement, said Snape. Saturday at six o'clock, Potter. My office.

But sir... said Harry, looking up in despair, Quidditch... the last match...

Ten o'clock, Snape whispered, smiling, showing his yellow teeth, poor Gryffindor... fourth this year...

Afterwards, he left the toilet without saying a word, leaving Harry alone to look at the broken mirror, feeling, he was sure, weaker than he had ever felt.

An hour later in the common room...

Hermione said I won't tell, I told you already.

Stop it, Hermione, said Ron angrily.

Harry had no appetite at all. He had just told Van Lin about Hermione and what happened with Ginny, but it didn't seem necessary.

Word spread quickly and apparently Moaning Myrtle showed up at every toilet in the castle to spread the story.

Harry almost killed Malfoy?

Pansy Parkinson, who was slandering Harry everywhere, had just visited Malfoy in the hospital. Snape clearly told all the staff what happened.

Harry had just been called out of the common room and endured a very unpleasant fifteen minutes with Professor McGonagall, and she told him he was lucky he wouldn't be expelled, while she wholeheartedly agreed with Professor Snape's Confinement every Saturday until the end of term.

I told you there was something wrong with the prince, said Hermione, obviously unable to stop,

And I'm right, aren't I?

No, I don't think so, said Harry stubbornly.

Things were bad enough for him even without Hermione's preaching.

The look on the faces of the Gryffindor players when he told them he couldn't play on Saturday was the worst punishment possible. He could feel Ginny's eyes on him, but he dared not look at her. He didn't want to see any disappointment or irritation. He had just told her she would be Seeker on Saturday and Dean would re-enter the team to replace her as Chaser.

Maybe, if they had won, Dean and Ginny would have reunited in the aftermath of the game... the idea was like an ice skate in Harry's mind...

Harry, said Hermione, how could you hide that book under that spell...

Could you stop talking about that book! Harry exclaimed, The Prince just wrote it down. He didn't advise anyone to use it. For all we know, he just wrote down the books that were used against him. s things.

I don't believe it, said Hermione, in fact you're defending...

I'm not defending what I did! said Harry quickly, I wish I hadn't done anything and not just because I had a bunch of confinement. You know if I knew the power of that spell, anyway , I wouldn't have used a spell like that, not even on Malfoy, even though he nearly snapped my arm...but you can't blame the Prince, he didn't write 'Try this, it's great'... He's just taking notes for himself, isn't he, not for anyone else...

Are you going to tell me, said Hermione, that you're going back to—

To get the book back? Yes, I'm ready, Harry said forcefully. Listen, without the prince, I'd never get the Lucky Potion. I'd never save Ron, I'd never—

—get the compliment you don't deserve for your talent in potions, said Hermione.

Stop it, Hermione! said Ginny. Harry looked up in amazement and gratitude. It sounds like Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse at the time, and you should be glad that Harry's sleeve is still intact.

Of course I'm glad Harry wasn't cursed! said Hermione, visibly stung, but you can't say that the Charm is good, Ginny, look what it did to him! And I Think, look at how this plays out against you...

Oh, don't start pretending like you know Quidditch, Hermione, Ginny retorted loudly, you'll only embarrass yourself.

Harry and Fan Lin looked at Ginny and Hermione, who had always had a good relationship, with some fear. The two of them were sitting with arms folded, looking at each other from hostile directions.

Ron also looked at Harry with some anxiety, then took a random book and hid it behind his back, as if it was the half-blood prince's notebook, but what Ron took was his potions textbook.

Fan Lin touched the Half-Blood Prince's note in his pocket bitterly.

Shenfeng Wuying...

He has known this black magic for a long time, in the restricted area...

But apparently he forgot to explain to Harry what the spell did and how powerful it was.

Given the way Harry was flailing his wand, he was lucky he didn't slit Malfoy's throat.

However, it would be better to confine Harry so that at least Harry doesn't get kidnapped from school again.

It can be said that Snape is a disguised form of protection. If nothing else happens, limiting Harry's spare time will reduce a lot of trouble.

As for Harry, even though Harry knew he deserved it, Harry felt uncanny joy all of a sudden, even though neither of them said a word that night.

But his ease was short-lived.

Fan Lin didn't lie to him?

Of course, he'd have to endure the insults from the Slytherins the next day, not to mention the wrath of the Gryffindors when their captain had himself banned for the final game of the season.

By Saturday morning, no matter what he had said to Hermione, Harry would have traded all his lucky potions for being able to walk to the Quidditch pitch with Ron, Ginny, and the others.

But this is doomed to be impossible, no one can replace him to participate in the confinement, even the lucky potion can't solve this problem.

Apart from sympathy, what else can I say... Fan Lin was a little helpless, but Hermione still didn't recover from her anger.

Ginny is just too much!

Seeing color and forgetting one's righteousness?

Oh, it's just unbearable.

By the way... Fan Lin, before Snape said... I mean, Shenfeng Wuying, he suspected that you taught me...

You really should say that. Fan Lin was a little helpless, and with a light swipe of his fingertips, a neat cut appeared on the floor under his feet.

This is the spell you used? Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, It was drawn on Malfoy...

Maybe... Harry's heart sank, it seemed that Malfoy's injury was much more serious than he thought.

You should find out what those spells do...

Hey, but Fan Lin will too! Harry retorted in a bad mood.

Oh, you two are different. Hermione said as a matter of course, Anyway, I hope today will have a good result.

...

It would have been intolerable to leave the students flocking to the sun, all in rosettes, hats, shiny flags and scarves, while Harry walked down the stone steps to the dungeon, and walked as far as he could go. The voices of the crowd faded away, and he knew he couldn't hear a comment or a cheer or a groan.

Oh, Potter, said Snape, as Harry knocked on the door and walked into the unpleasant but familiar office. Although Snape was teaching there now, the office wasn't vacant. As usual, the lighting was very dim, and the same specimen was still in the colorful potions all around. To make matters worse, there were a lot of notebook-style things on the table where Harry was supposed to sit, and there seemed to be a long, hard, pointless job to be done on it.

Mr. Filch has been looking for someone to sort out these old papers, said Snape softly. They are records of other errants at Hogwarts and their punishment. The ink is blurred in places. , or the card was destroyed by a rat, we would like you to rewrite the crimes and punishments, and make sure they are in alphabetical order, before repacking them in the box. Of course . . . you cannot use magic.

Okay, Professor. Harry said dejectedly, trying to express as much contempt as possible in the last three syllables, but it didn't affect Snape's mood at all.

It felt like speaking to a rock.

Stones in the bathroom?

Or the icy Black Lake? Then it is covered with a layer of greasy moss.

Or is it merman poop?

Anyway, Harry could only think of these extremely bad adjectives.

In an instant, the resentment towards Snape was almost on point.

I think you can start, Snape said with a vicious smile. In boxes 1012 through 1056, you'll find some familiar names, which should make the quest a little more interesting. Here, look...

Snape pulled a card vigorously from the top box, which read James Potter and Sirius Black. Caught casting an illegal spell on Willis Bridge. Willis' head Twice as much. Double confinement.

Snape sneered. It's comforting that although they are dead, the record of their great achievements lives on.

Harry felt his stomach churning again. Biting his tongue to prevent himself from fighting back, he sat down and pulled a box across.

It was, as Harry had thought beforehand, pointless, boring work. His stomach started churning regularly, which meant he saw the names of his dad and Sirius again, usually together for various petty crimes, and sometimes Lupine and Peter Pettigrew.

This made Harry feel a little angry.

Perhaps it was because his father had an eye problem at the time, which drew Peter into his inner circle.

Maybe it's because of the Quidditch out there too?

The latter reason may be bigger.

As Harry was copying their various crimes and punishments, he wondered what was going on outside... Ginny and Cho were competing as Seekers at the same time...

Ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend's war?

Suddenly Harry felt lucky again.

Let yourself compete with Qiu?

Cho is indeed a good Seeker, and then...

Harry looked over and over at the huge clock on the wall. It seemed to be twice as slow as a normal clock. Did Sneh make it run very slowly? He couldn't have been here for only half an hour - an hour... an hour and a half... Harry's stomach started to rumble when the clock read half past twelve.

Snape, who hadn't said a word since Harry started working, finally looked up at 1:10.

I think that's enough, he said icily. Make a mark. Continue next Saturday at ten o'clock.

Yes, sir. Harry casually put a bent card into the box and sprinted out of the office before Snape could change his mind. He ran up the stone steps, straining his ears to hear a little noise from the field, but it was all so quiet... Well, it was over... He hesitated outside the crowded hall, then ran up the marble steps. Whether Gryffindor wins or loses, the team always celebrates or mourns in the common room.

Dragon liver? he said to the Fat Lady, wondering what he would see inside. The look on her face when she replied was unreadable You'll see.

She moves forward. A celebratory bang erupted through the hole behind her. When people saw him, they started screaming and Harry was dumbfounded. Several hands pushed him in.

We won! cried Ron, appearing out of nowhere and handing Harry the silver trophy. We won! 450 to 140! We won!

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