[HP] How to properly feed the savior

When he stood in front of Hagrid's hut, he realized how embarrassing it was that he was the only one who signed up for this class all year round.He had to face the exasperated Hagrid alone. "Alone! Is there only one student left at the end of my class? What about Harry and the others?" Hagrid waving his arms and yelling, "Do you all like that woman named Graplan so much? Oh, sorry , Ender, I didn't mean to get mad at you, I just...ugh..."

He looked up at Hagrid, sadly realizing that the height gap between himself and the other had become more pronounced. "Well, they really want to come to your class. They told me before I came, but the school's timetable is really unreasonable. Harry and Ron both signed up for the classes required to be an Auror, after all Is that their ideal? As for Hermione, she made a very difficult decision to choose Rune instead of your class, she finds the work of Gringotts spellbreaker more exciting... This is not the same as Professor Graplan It doesn't matter, she's a good substitute teacher, but she doesn't talk about what you teach." He sneaked a look at Hagrid's face, "She only talks about the boring creatures, not the more interesting ones, Like thestrals. Thanks to your class, Hagrid, we were able to think of riding thestrals to the Ministry of Magic..."

The Ministry of Magic had finally diverted Hagrid's mind.Together, they scolded Umbridge, expressed some opinions on Fudge's regime, and lamented the misfortune of Sirius. "It's always like this, and it was the same in the last war. Familiar people leave one by one." Hagrid blew his nose. "Have you heard about Ms. Burns? I know her, she's a good person, Even when Dumbledore was expelled from the Wizengamot last year, she stood firmly behind Dumbledore..."

"What happened to Ms. Burns is really embarrassing." He almost trotted to keep up with Hagrid's footsteps, "But where are we going?"

"Go and see Aragog!" Hagrid's voice deepened. "He's an old friend of mine. But he's very old... They should be around here, well, yes, right here."

Aragog is an acromantula, and he learned about Aragog's childhood and old age from Riddle and Ron respectively.But unlike what Ron said, there were no spiders all over Aragog's lair—they were huge and unlikely to hide well during the day.The hemispherical web was still hanging there, and Hagrid stood outside calling Aragog's name, and it was a long time before a huge spider poked out of the web and let them in with a clicking sound.

Indeed, as Hagrid said, Aragog was very old, or almost reached the end of his lifespan.Hagrid looked sentimental, but Aragog's tone sounded sensible.It is very grateful to Hagrid for making their group prosperous. With so many disciples and descendants, it has no regrets.

"When I came here just now, I didn't see your descendants. Where are they?" He asked his doubts.

"They're underground, and they're here to help. The intelligent beings from the distant world need them, and they're happy to participate in such a great project. They're going to dig a palace underground." Aragog clicked Said. "She said you brought her here, and you're as good a man as Hagrid."

He listened to such comments in silence, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

The queen seems to have a special ability to persuade these giant spiders.He wasn't sure if the spiders were really interested in digging the dungeon, or if the queen had made them think it was something they wanted to do.Judging from what Aragog said, the Acromantus' thinking is relatively simple, and all they think about is to reproduce more.And the queen's project obviously has nothing to do with the biological reproductive instinct.

"I heard from Ron that the last time he and Harry came here, the spiders tried to eat them," he said to Hagrid on the way back.

"Aragok doesn't eat people!" Hagrid emphasized. "As you can see, he is very friendly. Yes, such creatures can indeed eat people, they have this ability, but they also have enough wisdom to restrain themselves. If If you ask me, I think people are scarier than these creatures. These creatures are very simple. All they think about is to eat, take a nap, and wake up to see their species flourish. Even if their behavior is not judged. People accept it, and it doesn't change the fact that their original intentions are not malicious. But people are much more complicated, and their goals are often not so pure. There are indeed truly evil people, and all the things in their minds are bad."

"What you said makes sense." He left the edge of the Forbidden Forest and looked in the direction of the lake.

"I know what you're worried about." Hagrid patted him on the back, nearly knocking him over. "They told me that you don't agree with the new race living in the Forbidden Forest. You think it's too dangerous for humans. But it's all based on the fact that you don't know enough about this race, right? If you know enough about them, You will know what they are thinking, how they will act, and you can even understand how to make them do things for you."

"Inspiring class, Professor." He smiled at Hagrid.

"You bastard, are you starting to call me a professor too?" Hagrid pretended to be angry and pumped his fists, and laughed heartily, "Hurry up and go back to the castle, don't be late for the next class."

The next two are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.It can be seen that Snape's attitude towards teaching is as conscientious as he was in Potions class, and he made no secret of his love for this class, but sadly, this did not help Snape's teaching level in any way. beneficial.The only thing that surprised everyone was that Neville actually raised his hand when Snape asked about the advantages of the silent spell.

Snape's astonishment, though well concealed, was no less than that of the others. "Longbottom, it's really strange. Let us hear what you have to say."

"Using a silent spell has two advantages. One is to hide your intention to cast the spell, and the other is to shorten the casting time of the spell." Neville glanced at Snape uneasily, and replied weakly.

Snape's face was full of inscrutability, his eyes swept back and forth in the classroom, as if there was a board with the answer hidden somewhere. "Then what are the disadvantages of the silent spell?"

"Uh..." Neville glanced at Hermione, "The power of the spell may be weakened."

"Impressive, Longbottom will be able to answer questions one day," Snape said sarcastically. "Now in groups of two, one is trying to cast a curse on the other, and the other is trying to fight back, and they are not allowed to make a sound."

He was in a group with Neville, he had already mastered the silent spell, and after what happened in the morning, he suspected that his silent spell might not have been weakened much, so he only let Neville practice.However, when the get out of class was over, Hermione was still the only one who successfully used the silent spell.

Slughorn's Potions class was much better than Snape's class, and since Slughorn's admissions standard dropped to E, Neville could also enter the advanced class.Slughorn's style is exactly the same as on the train. He uses encouragement and differential treatment to create competition, and stimulates the potential of students through competition. He has seen this way of adults dealing with children a lot in Battle School. Although I don't have a cold, I know that many people eat this set.A small fly in the ointment is that after five years in Snape's high-pressure classroom, everyone is a little maladapted to Slughorn's teaching style.Harry, on the other hand, seemed inspired to win Slughorn's prize.

"You're cheating!" Hermione huffed when they returned to the common room. "You didn't do it by yourself at all!"

"He just did it in a different way than we did," Ron pointed out wisely. "He also took risks, and his risk paid off, that's all."

"How was the old slug's class?" Riddle strode in with a box of chocolates, and threw Harry a scroll, "Dumbledore asked me to give it to you."

"Where have you been all day?" Harry opened the scroll. "Yeah, he told me to go to class on Saturday night. That way Snape can't put me in detention."

"Go and have a good talk about life with our dear principal." Riddle unwrapped the chocolate package, "Would you like some? Chocolate truffles, the taste is very good."

"Which girl gave you this?" Harry picked out a chocolate from the box and put it in his mouth, asking vaguely.

"Of course it's the headmaster, to make up for my missing lunch."

Riddle's words made Harry choke. "Didn't you say that the headmaster is always busy? Why do you have the nerve to bother him?"

"It's for you, the principal, to take care of everything, not me." Riddle threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth. "You haven't said what exactly Slughorn was rewarded with."

"How did you know he would hand out a reward?" Harry asked in surprise, handing over the small bottle of Felicia.

"Because this is a reserved item, it will be held in the first class of each year. The rewards for the first and sixth grades will be particularly rich." Riddle played with the small bottle emitting soft golden light. "Well, Felix Elixir, a good thing, this thing has a price but no market. Slughorn will sometimes come up with some really good things, but generally his rewards are not bad, as long as you know how to Take advantage of it, such as the invitation letter from the Slug Club. Here, return it to you."

"There is a price but no market? Why?" Harry squeezed the bottle and looked at it. "Although it's complicated to configure, it's still done by someone, right?"

"Ah, that's because most potions masters have specific clients. Their income doesn't depend on selling potions, and sometimes they can't sell potions because of the needs of their clients. For example, Snape is like this. Riddle sucked the chocolate shavings on his fingers. "Slughorn is a very rare independent pharmacist, and he likes to pay attention to ostentation, so he relies on this to make money. But when I came in just now, I heard that you didn't win this bottle of Felicia by yourself, did you? "

"It's all because of this book!" Ignoring Harry's angry protest, Hermione took out the potions textbook from Harry's schoolbag and handed it to Riddle. "I always feel that there is something wrong with that book!"

"You just can't see Harry cooking potions better than you." Ron said coolly.

"You!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily.

"Is this person really powerful?" Riddle flipped through the notes in the book with great interest, "But this feeling seems a bit familiar... Let me see if there is a signature, ah, here," Riddle turned to the back cover, Read the line above, "This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince."

"Prince." Harry pinned on the word, "It must be an alias, right?"

"Maybe it's a woman," said Hermione sharply. "I think the handwriting looks like a woman's."

"Nonsense." Ron chuckled, "Which girl would call herself a prince?"

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

"I also feel that this handwriting looks like it was written by a woman. If it is a man, he must be a very delicate type." Riddle stroked the handwriting on the book, "And I just happened to know that a prince is a woman."

"You know?" Hermione immediately became interested, "Is she from your time?"

"Irene Prince, I don't know her, she is too young, she probably won't be able to enroll until I graduate." Riddle showed a playful smile, "But she is very famous, the Potion Family Prince The last descendant of the Si family, many people want to marry her, so as to get the inheritance of the Prince family. But mixed blood, tsk tsk, maybe she married a Muggle and gave birth to a mixed race. This book is her child of."

"I don't quite understand..." Harry looked at Riddle in confusion.

"Isn't that simple? This book has been held by two people, and you are the third, Harry." Riddle said impatiently, "That's why Hermione and I feel that the handwriting looks like it was written by a woman. Irene Prince used this book in school, and she changed most of the content, because the recipes recorded by Libaciu Pollage are too old and out of date.Prince There must be a lot of secret recipes in the Rings family, special recipes, all on this. Then she passed the book on to her son - she married a Muggle, and her children could not inherit the Prince family Her family name and legacy, all she can pass on is this book—the only thing that can prove her identity. And her child, probably a boy, will undoubtedly be proud of the Prince name, but he He was not recognized by the Prince family, so he invented the pun "Half-Blood Prince" as his pseudonym."

"Half-blood prince, the prince sounds very noble, but the half-blood has a bit of self-deprecating, which represents his perception of himself, a person with noble blood but does not have the status he deserves." Hermione calmly analyzed , "Then who could he be? And how do you prove that the writing on this book is from two people?"

"Because the handwriting of the two of them is slightly different, it's just that they both look small and dense, so it's not easy to distinguish." Riddle turned the page of the book to the page of Felix Elixir, and spread it out on the table in the middle, " This is what Harry used today, and you pay attention to those capital letters, they look bigger than normal capital letters." Riddle turned the book to the front again, "Look, the capital letters here are relatively normal in size. And A The way of writing, the two are different, the way of writing r is also different, and the way of writing S as the first letter and the last letter of the person behind is very special. Hmm... I always feel that I have seen it somewhere This handwriting."

"The latter handwriting looks more like a boy's." Ron also saw the doorway. "A boy with a bit of a flamboyant personality, or Mensao is more appropriate."

"So Harry found a treasure?" Hermione looked shocked, "But... I don't understand, since there is a better formula, why didn't the school textbooks use it?"

"Because of this formula, most pharmacists will not disclose it. This is their way of maintaining their status." Riddle continued to flip through the book. "Snape and Slughorn don't teach in the same way. Snape is a really dedicated teacher, he just can't teach. You took his class for five years and didn't notice that he never asked you to watch Textbooks?"

"I noticed it today." Harry said grumpily.

"What he gave you is a handwritten and modified formula, not necessarily his exclusive secret, but definitely better than Pollaki's, so Hermione, you have never encountered a situation where the potion failed, right? " Riddle smiled and looked at the angry Hermione, "The formula written by Snape, as long as you follow it meticulously, you will definitely get a successful potion. But he taught it like this, at best, it can only let you know How to prepare potions will not make you a master of potions. Slughorn encourages you to innovate. You need to understand the properties of medicines, be able to analyze the principles of formulas, know the weaknesses of formulas, and how to use suitable materials to cure them. Make up. Only in this way can you modify your own unique formula. It's just that you have never received such training before, so you are not used to it."

"You mean...we shouldn't do what the textbook says?" Hermione asked with difficulty.It can be seen that Riddle's words still have a certain influence in her heart.

"You can't do it exactly according to the textbook. This is the original intention of Slughorn to teach you. Hermione, one of the important items in the potions class in the sixth grade is to make antidotes. You have to design the formula yourself. If you only know Obey the instructions in the textbook, what should we do then?" Riddle looked at Hermione's shocked expression, and showed an imperceptible smile. "In contrast, making a few changes to the existing formula can only be regarded as a warm-up. Slughorn is observing your strength so as not to set too difficult tasks for you."

"So everyone failed today except Harry?" Hermione scratched her hair in horror.

"Not necessarily. I didn't go to the class, so I don't know the specific situation. Usually, Slughorn can tell what changes you have made to the formula and what new things have been added by sniffing. His nose is very good. , You can tell the fineness of the material by smelling it, and it’s not a problem to deal with ordinary potions. Some people have tried, but they didn’t succeed, and he will know.” Seeing that Hermione seemed about to collapse, Riddle quickly added He said, "But you don't have to worry, even if your creativity is limited, as long as you operate strictly and have a good grasp of the temperature of the potion, he will appreciate you."

"Harry, let me take a look at the Half-Blood Prince's textbook!" Hermione suddenly became energetic, "I want to see what he wrote."

"First come, first served." Riddle held up the textbook, "I borrowed it first."

"When did you say you were going to borrow it?" Hermione hopped violently.

"The books are all in my hands, so it's still a loan?" Riddle swiftly avoided Hermione who was trying to grab the books.

"Harry! Tell me something!" Hermione immediately pointed her finger at Harry.

"You two watch it together." Harry looked helpless, and Ron snorted loudly. "Just don't tear up that already tattered book."

"I want to see it too." Ron said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I won't take your girlfriend away." Riddle's words made both of them blush.

"Speaking of which, what's going on with you and Ender." Harry inexplicably brought the topic to him, making him quickly lower his head and pretend to be dealing with his homework.However, even staring at the parchment in front of him, he could feel a scorching gaze on him.

"It's nothing, it's just a quarrel." Riddle said lightly.

"What's that?" said Harry feebly. "You two - Ender, I know you're listening - are you going to stay in the same room like this and pretend that the other doesn't exist?"

He firmly regarded this sentence as if he hadn't heard it.

"I'm going to the library, Hermione, would you like to come with me?" Riddle said loudly. "Let's finish working on the book early so we can return it to Harry."

"Okay." There was a sputtering sound of tidying up, and the two went out.

Before he could raise his head to make sure they had really left, a shadow fell on his textbook, and Harry's voice sounded, "Aren't you really going to explain?"