I, Hogwarts Second Week

Slughorn finished speaking.

Everyone went to their desks and opened their books.

Unlike the original novel, Harry and Ron knew during the summer that Slughorn would be the new Potions Professor.

And he only requires good results in the O.W.L. exam.

Ron got good grades in both Potions exams.

So both bought themselves textbooks.

The old Half-Blood Prince textbook should still be lying on the bookcase in the corner.

Owen is still somewhat interested in Snape's old textbooks. The reason why he is interested is because he wants to compile and print Snape's old textbooks. The "Advanced Potion Making" used by young wizards now obviously has various problems. Even if it is not for the young wizards, but for his own fame, Snape should do this.

Because it would catapult him into one of the greatest Potions Masters in the wizarding world.

Snape was not someone who was indifferent to fame and fortune. As for why he didn't make his notes public, maybe there were other reasons?

Owen rubbed his chin and had some thoughts in his mind.

So he suddenly raised his hand and said, "Professor, I lost my textbook."

"Lost?" Slughorn was stunned, but he didn't pay much attention. It was normal for little wizards to lose things, but he was a little surprised to lose the textbook on the first day of school.

"Perhaps it was lost during the inspection by the Aurors." Owen unceremoniously threw the blame to the poor Aurors.

"Okay. There are some old textbooks in the storage cabinet. You can use them first. You can write to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in a few days."

After receiving Slughorn's permission, Owen walked to the lockers on the wall.

He wasn't sure if Snape had left any of his old textbooks behind.

In the original book, Snape should have left his old textbooks behind after being instructed by Dumbledore.

Harry didn't know that Slughorn would be the Potions teacher in the new semester.

And his test scores were only good. Snape's advanced class required excellent scores, so Harry in the original story did not buy potions textbooks at all during the summer vacation.

Dumbledore knew all this.

That's why he instructed Snape to keep his old textbooks, knowing that Harry would definitely get them.

This was a huge help in winning Slughorn's favor later on.

But - it seems that Dumbledore doesn't need to do this anymore.

So he wasn't sure if there was still that old textbook in the cabinet.

Owen quickly opened the locker and saw several "Advanced Potion Making" books placed in the corner.

And that old textbook with unlined lines was very eye-catching among the pile of books.

"Really?" Owen was a little surprised. Although he couldn't figure out the reason, it was just that if you don't take it, you won't get it.

Owen returned to class.

And Slughorn started his lessons. He pushed his already bulging chest forward, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst. "Okay, I've prepared some potions to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. Wait. You guys should be able to make something like this after completing the advanced course. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must have heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this is?"

He pointed to the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table, where only clear water was tumbling.

This obviously can't be clear water, so it can only be...

Hermione's well-trained hand was raised first, and Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces those who drink it to tell the truth," Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn said happily, "What about the others?"

He pointed to the cauldron in front of a Ravenclaw.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," Hermione added.

Harry also recognized the bubbling, mud-like substance in the second cauldron.

After all, they drank it in second grade

"Then - what about this?"

"Love potion!"

"That's right." Slughorn showed sincere admiration at this time, "Then you must know what it is used for."

"Well -" Hermione suddenly felt a little hot. She paused before saying, "The most effective love potion in the world!"

"What a surprise." Slughorn praised: "Twenty points to Gryffindor."

"I originally thought that you were uniquely talented in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, and that you might not be as good at Potions as in other subjects. Miss Granger - you are really surprising."

"There's nothing professor about this." Hermione felt a little uncomfortable being praised. She glanced in Owen's direction unconsciously and saw him studying the old textbook in his hand.

"Oh - I understand." Slughorn said with a smile, looking back and forth between Hermione and Owen, "It seems that someone is helping you with extracurricular tutoring."

As a once sensational and well-known healer, Slughorn had no doubt that Owen was excellent at potions. With such a companion, Miss Granger's excellent potion skills seemed to be explained.

"I guess you young wizards should have many talents that I don't know about. It's really surprising." Slughorn sighed, and then changed the topic back.

"Of course, we all know that love potions cannot create love, they can only create a false attachment. In the past, many wizards have been tripped by demonic infatuation, but don't underestimate this potion. It's probably the most dangerous and powerful drug in this classroom."

"Now we start class."

On the other side, when Ernie interrupted Slughorn to ask about the golden potion in the last small dry pot on the podium.

Owen is studying the old textbook in his hand carefully.

The pages of the book were a little moldy, and there were scrawls all over them, making the blank spaces on each page as dark as the places where the potions were printed.

The handwriting is strange - sometimes it's sloppy, sometimes it's very careful.

It's like two people wrote it.

Or written by a person in two moods.

The bottom of the back cover of the book reads: "This book belongs only to the Half-Blood Prince."

It was also a little strange that he didn't remember Snape's signature in the original story. After all, it was too detailed. How could he remember that.

Most of the magic potion recipes in "Advanced Potion Making" have been improved in the book, although the improvements are not huge, such as replacing a single material.

Most of it is about how to handle materials, how many times to stir, the order in which materials are added, and so on.

But the main thing is that there are so many of them that almost all the recipes have been improved.

It was hard to imagine that Snape, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, had such a talent for potions.

When——Slughorn was explaining the elixir to the little wizards, and said that it would use a small bottle of elixir as a prize to the little wizard who was the first to brew a high-quality potion of living hell.

In an instant, everyone was caught in a huge surprise.

The little wizards prepared the materials and couldn't wait to light the fire in the crucible in front of them.

Of course Hermione was among them.

But she soon had an accident.

After adding the grass roots.

A material called sleepy beans needs to be processed.

Sleepy bean is the fruit of sleepy grass. It's a pearly white, shriveled bean that looks a lot like an overgrown mistletoe berry.

There is a silvery thick juice in sleepy beans, which can remove people's memories if taken directly.

The textbook says that you should use a silver knife to slice it into pieces to make the juice flow out, but the surface of the sleepy bean is very slippery and a little pressure will cause it to pop out.

All of a sudden, the entire church was filled with splashes of sleepy beans.

"Use the side of the silver knife to squeeze the beans, don't cut them directly," Owen whispered to Hermione.

"Squeeze?" Hermione was agitated by Sleepy Bean, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but out of her trust in Owen, she knew that he was very good at improving potion formulas, and both the second and third graders had proved it. In this regard, after only a moment of hesitation, she decided to do as Owen said.

Sure enough, Hermione chose to squeeze directly with the knife, and in just a few seconds, Hermione completed the process.

"How did you know to squeeze?" Hermione asked.

"Advice from an expert." Owen replied with a smile.

On the other side of the desk, Ron and Harry's eyes also lit up.

The advanced class is no better than the previous class. Only young wizards with sufficient grades and willingness to take electives will come to class, so the number of people is not large.

There were six people at a table, and the others naturally heard the advice Owen just gave to Hermione.

Ernie dodged his sleepy bean without saying a word.

Others followed suit.

"Next, use the wand to stir, counterclockwise for seven times, and then stir clockwise again! Continue this action." Owen continued.

It itself stirs the wand at this frequency.

Hermione heard the sound and naturally did as he asked.

Although the book clearly states that you must keep stirring counterclockwise until the color of the potion becomes like water.

But she didn't question it at this moment, because she just tried it, and the purple in the crucible turned into pink.

Then she tried to stir counterclockwise according to the steps in the textbook, but after a while, the color didn't change much.

"this"

The naked effect was there, much to Hermione's distress.

She picked up her textbook and looked at it carefully. She must have bought some pirated textbooks.

No problem!

She even brought Harry's textbooks.

Refer to it.

"Advanced Potion Making" by Libasio Pollachi.

Libasio Pollachi was a South American wizard who was considered one of the most famous apothecaries in the world. Attended Castrobushe School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Is there something wrong with this Libasiu Pollachi?

Hermione thought of Lockhart for no reason.

But after thinking about it carefully, I felt something was wrong. Novels and professional academic books were completely different. It was impossible for the other party to become a world-renowned potion master just by copying other people's results.

It's a pity that Owen couldn't hear Hermione's thoughts.

Otherwise, he would definitely tell the other party that the academic circle is not as clean as she thought.

About five more minutes passed.

Slughorn suddenly said, "Okay, it's time."

"Please stop stirring!"

He moved slowly between the tables, inspecting each cauldron in turn.

He didn't make any comments, he just stirred it occasionally or leaned in to smell it.

Finally he walked over to the table where Owen and the others were sitting.

"Um?"

When he saw several crucibles filled with living hell decoction that was as clear as water, he finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"this--"

Slughorn looked at Harry, Ron, and Ernie's cauldrons in turn.

“I can’t believe it, it’s amazing.”

Finally he came between Hermione and Owen.

"Oh, this is the best potion of living hell I have ever seen. I daresay it only takes one drop to bring down everyone present."

"but--"

Hermione's and Owen's results were of the highest quality, almost equally, so Slughorn was hesitant for a moment.

"Professor, it was Owen who won, and we received his guidance." Hermione said immediately.

The other little wizards also nodded.

"Really?" Slughorn looked at Owen, reflecting this ray of silver light in his pupils, "Okay, take it - I will keep my word and give you a bottle of elixir, make good use of it!"

Owen pocketed the bottle of golden liquid.

Feel good.

This potion is extremely difficult to brew and takes a very long time, taking several months.

Even if he had the ability, he would not choose to brew a blessing elixir.

It consumes too much energy and time.

"Owen, how did you know how to brew those potions?" Harry couldn't wait to step forward and asked as soon as he left the underground classroom.

He was not Hermione and had not received any guidance from Owen on potions. Although he knew that the beautiful and outrageous wizard in front of him was a famous healer, Harry had no direct impression of this.

"It's just that I picked up the martial arts secret book left by the old grandpa - ah - no - it's the martial arts secret book left by the melancholic uncle." Owen said in a confused tone. Then he handed the old textbook in his hand to Hermione.

"This is?"

"Uncle's treasured secret book." Owen said with a smile, "Read it, and then you can sort out all the ways to improve potions in it, print it into a book, and send it to others. I think this is the biggest use of this book. ”

Hermione took Snape's old textbook, opened it, and frowned.

"These notes."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

It's normal for Miss Granger to have such doubts. This is Hogwarts, a school of magic!

It would be foolish to just trust the annotations in a book without imagining the textbook.

Because there are indeed some disgusting seniors who will deliberately leave some traps waiting for the younger wizards to fall prey to.

In the castle, the more unknown things come from, the more you need to stay away.

"Don't worry!" Owen said, "Nothing is safer than it."

Hermione nodded,

Although she didn't understand why Owen was so sure, she chose to believe him.

Afterwards, the few people separated.

Hermione went to the library to sort out the old textbooks in her hands.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ms. Zhang will have in-person tutoring classes.

As for Irving, he also returned to the lounge.

Taking a nap might be a good option.

But before that, we have to eat.

A few weeks later.

In the Potions class, Slughorn was increasingly surprised by the talents of the young wizards. Their success rate in brewing potions was getting higher and higher. He said that he had never taught so many geniuses.

Of course, as for the reason, it was because Hermione had finished sorting out the old books, edited them into a booklet, and sent them to other young wizards.

The name of the Half-Blood Prince is also known to more and more people.

Everyone is guessing that this senior must be the famous potion master and author of "Advanced Potion Making" Libasius Pollach, who was born at the end of the last century, about the same age as Dumbledore. He became famous in his forties and fifties. Things happened after the 1950s. This book was only published in the 1950s, and it was even later that Hogwarts listed it as a history textbook.

So this ‘half-blood prince’ must have been a senior who attended Hogwarts in the 1960s and 1970s.

He should be no more than forty years old now.

The forty-year-old Potions Master, this information was very easy to deduce, and it only took Hermione an hour to figure it out.

Unfortunately, there are no famous Potions Masters under the age of forty at all, and the only famous scholar in his early forties did not graduate from Hogwarts.

"Maybe it's a woman?"

One weekend, in the Room of Requirement, there was a D.A. meeting.

Hermione was holding the old textbook on the desk and chair where the transfiguration spell was used. During this time, she had turned the book over several times. She said, "The name was deliberately chosen to confuse people. And the handwriting is very fine. It doesn’t look like it was written by a boy.”

"How many girls are willing to call themselves prince?" Harry retorted, "Your reason is too far-fetched."

"That's not necessarily true," Hermione said. "There are many girls in the castle who are willing to be princes."

"Huh?" Harry was startled and looked at her.

"Even if the princess doesn't want to, I think this reason is a bit far-fetched." She quickly changed the subject, "Half-blood Prince, at least we can know that the author of this book may be a mixed-race."

"Hey - Owen, who do you think the 'Half-Blood Prince' is?" Harry asked, looking at Owen who was writing a letter.

"."

Owen raised his head and glanced at Harry with disgust.

Then he put away the letters on the table.

That was a letter he wrote to his grandfather, asking him what he had discovered in Canada.

"The answer lies in the question." He shook his head and said, "How could someone be so blind? You can't even guess this?"

"Huh?" Harry was startled, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

Hermione frowned.

The answer lies in the question?

She thought about it.

Then suddenly his eyes widened.

Where did Owen find the old textbook?

In Slughorn's classroom.

And if this book does not belong to Slughorn himself.

So

The original owner of that classroom was

"Oh my God!" Hermione suddenly realized who the 'Half-Blood Prince' was?

"Have you guessed it a long time ago?" She looked at Owen.

"Is it difficult?" Owen said, "It only took me a few seconds!"

"." The little witch glared at him, then looked at Harry.

I can't imagine what Harry would think if he knew that all the achievements and honors he had achieved in Potions class in the past few weeks came from Snape.