[HP] My lovely little prince

Anna was sent to the hospital wing when she was in a coma. Professor McGonagall was very annoyed and reprimanded Harry severely. When Ginny came to see Anna, she told her that Anna was actually not very angry, but just a little angry. Worry.

"I've never heard of that spell, and... I guess it should be black magic."

Ginny was a little surprised by Anna's words: "Harry won't do this, he..."

"He doesn't know what it is, Ginny, he doesn't know." Anna patted Ginny's hand gently to calm her agitation.

"I'm not blaming Harry, it's just that I'm worried about him, Ginny, we all know that Harry is not the kind of person who wants to use black magic to hurt others, but it doesn't mean that he really knows and can understand black magic, He may have learned a black magic unintentionally, and he didn't even know what the magic was for, so he used it at will."

Anna's words made Harry feel ashamed, and he stood outside the bed curtain with his head bowed, still holding the book of the Half-Blood Prince.

As soon as Ginny came out of the door of the medical wing, she saw Harry standing beside her: "Harry, are you here to visit Anna?"

Due to the residual problem of black magic damage, although the superficial wound has healed, Anna will stay in the medical wing for a period of time to recuperate.

"Yeah, it's just me...I want to throw this book away first."

Harry handed over the book in his hand.

"I think I just know a place to put this book." Ginny looked at the worn book and said briskly.

The two climbed up the tower all the way and found the Room of Requirement. Harry closed his eyes and grabbed Ginny's hand, and the two hid the books in this room.

In the following days, Anna will stay in the medical wing with peace of mind. Hermione will send some books to Anna from time to time to help her not miss too many courses. After all, they still have to prepare for the OWLS exam this year. There are many courses, and Hermione is not sure whether Hogwarts has a repetition system.

Anna's body recovered gradually, but Harry's progress was slow. Professor Slughorn always avoided Harry, which made Harry very disappointed.

"Why, Professor Slughorn is still out of luck here?"

Ron watched Harry chasing Professor Slughorn again, but Professor Slughorn couldn't help complaining after slipping away again.

"Yes, he always avoids me..." Harry was a little depressed.

"Wait? Luck?" Harry was suddenly awakened by Ron's words.

"What's wrong?" Ron didn't understand why Harry was so happy all of a sudden.

"You're right Ron, maybe I'm just unlucky!" Harry patted Ron on the shoulder happily, and then quickly ran back to the dormitory.

Ron followed Harry all the way back to the dormitory. In the lounge, Hermione was reading a book. Recently, she was reviewing the content of the fifth grade, preparing to help Anna successfully pass the OWLS exam this time.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hermione was a little surprised to see Harry and Ron rushing back to the dormitory and then rushing out.

"Hermione, remember what I got on the first day of Potions class?" Harry's excited expression stung Hermione's eyes.

"Felix, I know, stop showing off Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes and planned to continue reading.

"Yes, Felix, I think I just had a little luck with Professor Slughorn, and Felix can just help me." Harry took out Felix from his pocket and said happily .

These words made Hermione a little interested: "Seriously, Harry, are you sure this will work?"

Ron was a little unhappy beside him: "Come on, Hermione, this is a Felicity Potion! Wait a minute, Harry, why is your Felicity Potion full!"

Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment: "Well, I'm sorry before, I didn't mean it... I just hope you have a little confidence."

During the previous Quidditch season, Ron was too nervous, and Harry used some tricks to make Ron think that he had drunk Felicia, but judging from the results, this method was quite useful.

"Okay, Harry, for Merlin's sake." Ron muttered and accepted Harry's apology.

Harry took a deep breath, uncorked the Felix Felicia and downed the entire bottle of Felix Felicia in one gulp.

After drinking the Felix Elixir, Harry looked radiant, and his whole body was in high spirits.

"How are you feeling now?" Hermione asked looking at Harry's goofy smile.

"Wonderful, it's never been better... I mean, I have a feeling that I can succeed in anything." Harry replied with a grin.

"Well, remember, Professor Slughorn usually finishes his meal very early, then he will go out for a walk, and then return to his office." Hermione probably knew something about the whereabouts of the professors.

"Great, but I want to go to Hagrid's," said Harry.

"What?" Hermione couldn't believe it. Harry was deaf, so he couldn't hear what she said?

Harry said confidently, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing...at least Felicia knows..."

After speaking, Harry hurried out from the door of the lounge, looking exactly the same as when he came.

To go to Hagrid's side, you need to pass Professor Sprout's herb shop and herb field. As soon as Harry turned around a herb shop, he saw Professor Slughorn secretly doing something by the window sill.

"Hi Professor Slughorn." Harry walked up to greet him.

Professor Slughorn was taken aback, and all the scissors in his hand fell on the window sill. Slughorn quickly picked up the scissors and hid them in his sleeves.

"Merlin's beard, you scared the hell out of me Harry."

Harry tilted his head and glanced at Professor Slughorn.

"Sorry Professor, I scared you. You probably thought I was Professor Sprout."

Professor Slughorn looked left and right as he cut off the rhizome of the jute leaf with his scissors.

"No, no, why do you think that, Harry."

"Perhaps it's because of your appearance? You don't look like you want anyone to see you." Harry shrugged and replied, "Is this a jute leaf? Professor?"

While carefully bottling the root, Slughorn took another bottle to catch the sap that flowed from the broken part of the root.

"Yes, this kind of herbal medicine is very difficult to prepare. It takes at least two years from planting to maturity. In the market outside, a healthy and fresh jute leaf can be worth five gold Galleons. For the rhizome, One inch is worth ten Galleons, let alone their fruits, they will only be more expensive...Of course, I just heard what others said, and I just want to use them to do some academic experiments."

Slughorn explained.

"Mix the juice of the jute leaves and the wormwood liquid, add the fruit of three jute leaves, after boiling, add a fresh leaf of the jute leaves, you can make a super strong paralysis potion, as long as A bottle of this potion, no matter how powerful a wizard is, will stop all bodily functions within half an hour, as if they were dead. Generally, this potion is used in St. Mungo's, when their curse If the master or antidote pharmacist can't find the corresponding potion or counter-curse for the time being, they will drink this potion for the patient."

Professor Slughorn seemed to think of someone: "For a while, this potion was very popular. Later, those wizards discovered that as long as you took more than three bottles of this potion in a row, you would never be able to wake up again. , three bottles of potion, only half a year, those who drink the potion in St. Mungo's are racing against the god of death. Within half a year, they may be able to survive, but after half a year, they can no longer wake up. "

Harry listened for a while, nodded seriously, and then said that he needed to go to Hagrid. Professor Slughorn was also worried, and followed Harry all the way. Everything that followed seemed to be arranged Okay, every step Harry made the right choice, and then he finally got Professor Slughorn's real memory.

With that vial of memory in hand, Harry rushed to Professor Dumbledore's office.

After reading Professor Slughorn's memory, Professor Dumbledore finally understood why Voldemort was so fearless and why he was so crazy.

"Professor?" Seeing Professor Dumbledore's blank expression, Harry couldn't help but reminded.

"This is worse than I thought..." Dumbledore muttered to himself, looking at Harry with deep emotions in his eyes.

"Did he succeed, did he actually make a Horcrux?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore sighed: "Yes, he even made more than one, remember the second grade diary?"

Dumbledore got up, walked to his desk, and took out two things from it.

"When you handed this in, I knew that this thing is not simple. There is a very complicated and terrifying black magic on it."

There was a burning mark on the diary that Professor Dumbledore took out: "We have used many methods, and found that only the Fiendfire can burn the contents to death. Now it seems that we killed Voldemort one of them." soul."

Seeing the person next to him, Harry couldn't help but want to reach out and touch: "This is also..."

Dumbledore couldn't help but took a deep breath: "Yes, this is one of them. When I was trying to eliminate it, I suffered a curse. Fortunately...a friend helped me. She has a lot of experience, thanks to her, I can survive."

Harry didn't know who Professor Dumbledore was talking about, but it sounded like someone mighty good.

"Harry, tonight, I need your help. I need you to accompany me to a place."

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry with determination in his eyes.