94 hp Diagon Alley

Said, "I wish I hadn't done it, not just because of the many detentions. You know I wouldn't use a spell like that, even on Malfoy. But you can't blame the prince, he didn't write 'That's a good one. , try it' - he just made a record for himself, right, not for others...”

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

"Take that book? Yes, I will," said Harry firmly. "Listen, I wouldn't have won Felicia without the Prince, and I wouldn't have known how to cure Ron, nor meeting--"

"—to get the reputation you don't deserve as a 'Potions Wizard'," said Hermione tartly.

"Come on, Hermione!" said Ginny, and Harry looked up in surprise and gratitude, "Sounds like Malfoy is trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry has a good trick against him !"

"Of course I'm glad Harry didn't get cursed!" said Hermione, clearly stung, "but you can't say that Sweeping Edge Curse, well, Ginny. Look what it did to Harry! Thought The prospect of your game, I thought—"

"Oh, don't start pretending you know Quidditch," Ginny snapped, "that's just embarrassing."

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded: Hermione and Ginny, who had always been on good terms, were now sitting with their arms folded, eyes staring in opposite directions.Ron looked at Harry uneasily, then grabbed a book and hid behind it.Even though Harry knew he didn't deserve it, he suddenly felt unbelievably happy.

"Who can save my foot, for the sake of saving half a gallon of blood for Malfoy." Gwen hopped on one foot and sat between Hermione and Ginny.

"What's wrong with you? Was your foot trampled by a troll?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I just followed Harry," Gwen said nonchalantly. "Forgive me, Hermione, don't put the Restoring Charm on me - I don't have a broken bone! I just need a pain-relieving spell..."

Harry's good mood was immediately ruined by Gwen, and he wanted to condemn her as if he had blown his hair.

"She's doing it for your own good," whispered Hermione, helping Gwen heal her toes, and seemed to spare her heel on purpose.

"That's not true, I'm just curious about what he did in the Room of Requirement." Gwen rubbed her heels and gasped, "Then kicked into the broken cabinet where Monty used to be locked - the place is as messy as a wand shop , whoever goes there next time will probably not be able to find what they have hidden.”

"Except for the glaring broken locker," said Ron gleefully. "It broke your toe. It must be what you got for saving Malfoy."

Gwen rolled her eyes, "I'll set it on fire next time."

"I'd rather you set fire to the Half-Blood Prince's textbook." Hermione couldn't help but say, this time Ginny didn't refute her point.

It seems that the Half-Blood Prince taught Harry a lot, and Gwen secretly cursed.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Entering June, life created some illusions for Gwen, making her think that she would be able to survive until graduation in this way.

For example, Harry and Ginny suddenly started dating, which caused quite a stir in Hogwarts.

"I thought other people would have something more interesting to chat about," complained Ginny, sitting on the floor of the common room that evening, leaning on Harry's lap, reading the Daily Prophet, "Demented Blame three times in a week, and all Romilda Vane did was to get me to ask if you had a hippogriff tattooed on your chest."

Ron and Hermione both laughed.Harry ignored them.

"Then what did you say to her?"

"I told her it was a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, idly turning a page of the newspaper. "Much more manly."

"Thanks," Harry grinned, "and what did you tell him about Ron?"

"A pygmy cattail, but I didn't say where."

Hermione laughed and Ron frowned.

"Be careful," he said, pointing at Harry and Ginny warningly, "and don't think that just because I've given you permission to associate, I can't take it back—"

"'Your permission,'" sneered Ginny. "Since when have I asked your permission to do things? Anyway, you said it yourself, and he'd rather be Harry than Michael or Dean."

"That's," said Ron reluctantly, "as long as you're not kissing in public—"

"I feel like you're targeting us." The belated graduates Katie and Gwen rushed over, "Or are you possessed by Umbridge? Who said couples can't kiss in public."

"At least George and Gwen won't be in front of us—" Ron shouted.

The guilty Gwen tried to remember if she had made this mistake, and the fast-talking Katie directly interrupted Ron: "That's because they both went to date near the principal's office."

Ginny immediately gave Gwen a look, threatening her to hurry up and tell herself about this undisturbed dating sanctuary.

Anyway, Ron's patience wasn't tested much.Because Ginny in the fifth grade and Gwen and Katie in the seventh grade are all facing the most important exams in their wizarding career.They have to spend hours every day reviewing their lessons.

"So did you get back your beloved textbook?" Gwen asked casually.

"I've decided not to touch that book for now," Harry shrugged. "Snape could be spying on me at any moment."

"It's kind of weird, last week I was going to the Room of Requirement to find something—" Gwen said.

"—Steal a bottle of sherry." Katie quickly broke down.

"No one can face the review of the history of magic soberly." Gwen blushed, "I can't remember what wars happened 800 years ago without getting myself drunk—anyway, I thought you would burn it for me the Montague Happy Cabinet."

"Monte Happy Cabinet?" Ron had apparently forgotten what it was.

"That big cracked chest Fred and George stuffed Montague in—well, that one I kicked and it left my toe swollen for three days." Gwen danced. Describing it to Ron, "I don't seem to have seen it this time."

"You said it yourself," Ginny yawned a little, but she didn't take it seriously, "I'm afraid no one will find what you hid next time. Maybe you got lost, or someone killed it. Changed location."

"Perhaps," said Gwen, yawning in her contagion. "It's a pretty big cabinet, or I'm blind. Otherwise, who would move it?"

Harry listened to their conversation uncharacteristically without comment, lost in thought.Until Jimmy Peakes appeared beside him with a roll of parchment.

"Thank you, Jimmy... Hey, it's Dumbledore's!" Harry said excitedly, unfolding the parchment and looking at it. "He wants me to go to his office, the sooner the better!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Yeah," Ron whispered, "do you think...he'll find...?"

"Better go and see, no?" said Harry, jumping up.

When Harry came back, Ginny and Katie had already gone back to the dormitory.Ron, Hermione, and Gwen were discussing those new spells - how powerful and dangerous the Half-Blood Prince's invention was.Seeing Harry coming back soon, the three of them were surprised.

"I don't have much time," gasped Harry, "Dumbledore asked me to get the Invisibility Cloak. Listen..."

He quickly told where he was going and why.Despite Hermione's horrified gasp, Ron's hasty questions, and Gwen's bewilderment, he didn't pause for a moment, and they could work out the finer details themselves later.

"...do you understand?" Harry finished quickly, "Dumbledore is not here tonight, so Malfoy can let go of his plot. No, listen to me!" Because both Ron and Hermione showed To interrupt his signs, Harry said angrily, in a low voice, "I know that's Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here—" he jerked the Marauder's Map into Hermione's hand, "you have to keep an eye on Look at him, and have to keep an eye on Snape too. Call every DA you can find. Hermione, those Galleons for liaison still work, don't they? Dumbledore says he's tightened up the school's security , but if Snape got involved, he'd know what Dumbledore's protections were, and how to avoid them - but he wouldn't know that you were assigned surveillance, would he?"

"Harry—" Hermione began, her eyes widening in fear.

"I don't have time to argue with you," said Harry hastily, "you take this—" He tossed the sock into Ron's hand.

"Thanks," said Ron, "er - why did you give me socks?"

"You need something wrapped in a stocking, that's Felicity. Give Ginny some too. Say good-bye to her for me. I've got to go, Dumbledore's waiting—"

"No!" said Hermione, as Ron produced the vial containing the golden potion with an awed expression on his face, "We don't need this, you take it with you, who knows what will happen to you? "

"I'm fine, I'm with Dumbledore," Harry said, "I want to know that you're all right...Gwen, if you can get in touch with George, it's best for him to call Bill and Lupine, be careful Stein Nep."

Before Gwen had time to digest what happened within one minute, he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility and only nodded in a panic.

Then he was gone, hurrying through the portrait hole toward the hall.

"Who will explain to me what a Horcrux is?" Gwen asked