I wield a sword at Hogwarts

During this period, the book was also snatched away by Ginny and Hermione, especially Ginny.

As soon as she heard that Harry was following the words in a notebook, she immediately recalled Tom Riddle's diary.

After the two people joined forces to rob it, they immediately used magic on it to detect whether there was any problem.

But this book is not a magic item. The only thing special is the notes recorded on it.

Because there was too much homework, Harry had never been able to study it carefully.

But he flipped through it roughly and found that almost every page was written in two different handwritings.

One is to correct the method in the book, and the other is to increase the efficacy of the medicine on this basis.

Saturday.

"Half-blood Prince, who is the Half-Blood Prince?"

Harry was sitting on the sofa in the common room, looking at the names in the book and asking Miss Know-It-All Hermione.

"Maybe that's a woman," said the irritable Hermione impatiently, "or maybe it's a girl. I don't think that note belongs to a boy, but more like a girl's."

"His name is the Half-Blood Prince," Harry thought for a moment and said, "Maybe the second one is."

Hermione was speechless, she frowned, "This book has two owners?"

She pulled out Harry's book and read it, staring at the different handwriting.

"I don't recognize it." Hermione looked at the second line of words and felt a little familiar, but it wasn't that.

"It's five minutes to eight, I have to leave quickly."

Harry was anxious to get his book back. He wanted to go to Dumbledore.

The three of them never imagined that Dumbledore would become the gatekeeper.

Sirius had told them the news, and Harry needed to go there for lessons.

Harry is much more cheerful, which has something to do with Sirius.

The father and son were in the same school and often interacted during class.

To be honest, it's so good that it makes people a little jealous.

Ron hesitated and invited Hermione, "Hermione, do you want to go to the library?"

"No," Hermione stood up and walked towards the stairs, "I haven't finished my runes homework yet."

Ron felt a little disappointed after Hermione left.

…

Although there are fewer classes in the sixth grade, there is no less homework at all.

In the Great Hall, Slytherin's point hourglass was growing visibly.

Now it's on par with Gryffindor.

"Snape hasn't been around for weeks," Malfoy grumbled. "How long are we going to see Potter in action?"

"He has always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," John said casually, stirring the sticky rice porridge, "He should also be a suitable person."

"And Professor Slughorn found someone else, the person he hates the most."

John could only say that if Snape could bear it, Dumbledore might have to help him.

Slughorn guest-starred in a few Potions lessons, and if this continued, he might become the resident Potions Professor.

Harry's performance aroused Slughorn's great interest, which is why he continued to teach.

"I remember that his potion results were not that good." Malfoy said with malice, "He must have drank the magic potion. A blind cat meets a dead mouse."

As he said that, Malfoy looked at John expectantly, as if he wanted a bottle of Felixir.

John glanced at him and said, "If you win the Academy Cup, I'll give you a bottle."

"It's a deal!" Malfoy agreed immediately.

After lunch, John handed the translated advanced runes to Daphne.

The above has been translated by him.

John goes to the principal's office.

On the way to the headmaster's office, he passed Harry and Ron.

They were heading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Harry?" Ron called out to him when he saw Harry hadn't moved.

Harry looked at the direction John was going and said to himself, "That's the direction to the principal's office."

Ron called Harry twice more, and Harry finally came to his senses.

He hesitated for a while, but then he and Ron went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

And John had already passed the gargoyle at the door and walked into the principal's office.

This place looks very different from when Dumbledore was here.

The floor was covered with soft carpets. Slughorn had no classes and was enjoying pineapple preserves.

"Oh, John." Slughorn was very happy to see John looking for him, and shared pineapple preserves with him.

"Ambrosio Froome always knows what I'm thinking, and his candy gift box is something that is very popular."

Taking out an octagonal red gift box from the drawer, Slughorn twisted it gently. When the box was opened, eight different snacks appeared.

Slughorn took out a chocolate ball and gave it to John.

He treated John with the same caution a collector would take over fragile china.

Slughorn didn't even have to ask why John was here, he was just happy for him to come.

"I was quite disappointed not to see you in Potions class," said Slughorn. "You must be doing some research, right?"

"Yes, Professor," John took a bite of the chocolate ball, and the syrup flowed out of the filling. He chuckled, "Do you remember the question I asked on the train?"

"That's an impressive question," Slughorn said with interest. "Are you doing that experiment?"

"But, boy, that experiment was intended for the same audience as the Blood Curse."

Slughorn wanted to persuade John to change his research project. After all, Bloodborne was far less popular than Werewolf.

John shook his head and said, "This research project is not about meaning, but about the search for knowledge."

These words made Slughorn feel a little dazed.

"I came here to invite the professor to conduct experiments together, just like me and Damo Alex."

John invites Slughorn to study together, which surprises Slughorn.

But being able to teach such a genius made Slughorn excited.

After thinking briefly, he agreed.

This is not a bad project, on the contrary it can heal people.

…

It was already get out of class time when John left the principal's office.

Harry met John again, which made Harry a little distracted.

Hermione didn't even hear what she said.

"Harry!"

"ah?"

Hermione called him before he reacted.

Hermione took a deep breath and endured the thought that this was a child she had raised.

"We must explain it to Hagrid." Hermione said while looking up at Hagrid's empty seat during breakfast on Saturday.

"There's a Quidditch tryout this morning!" Ron said, "And we have to practice the Clear Water Fountain Charm assigned by the Charms class!"

"Besides, what's there to explain? We can't tell him that we hate his stupid course!"

Ron didn't want to go there, and Hermione retorted: "We don't hate it!"

"That's what you said yourself. I haven't forgotten those Blast-Ended Skrewts." Ron said with a frown. "We were lucky enough to escape. You didn't hear what he said about his idiot brother. If we continue to stay in class, , is probably teaching Graupe how to tie his shoelaces now."

This statement made Hermione unable to refute. After all, Hagrid had always been unable to distinguish the different physiques of ordinary people and half-giants.

"I'd rather not talk to Hagrid," Hermione said sadly.

"Then we'll go after the Quidditch trials." Harry comforted her.

He also missed Hagrid very much, but he and Ron had the same idea that it would be best not to have to deal with Grawp for the rest of their lives.

What's more, the Quidditch tryouts were held in the morning.

"There are so many people applying, the selection may last all morning."

This was Harry's first obstacle after becoming captain. He said a little nervously: "I don't know why the team suddenly became so popular."

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione said impatiently, "It's not Quidditch that's popular, but you. You've never been as popular as you are now. They're all here for you!"

She told the truth, and Harry suddenly felt that the Great Hall was uncomfortably hot.

At this moment, Malfoy also walked in.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Savior Star'? Potter, have you figured out how to cry in your godfather's arms after losing the game?"

Malfoy imitated Harry and laughed: "Or will your godfather cry with you?"

At this moment, Harry almost rushed over and started a fight with him.

…

Chapter 438 Gryffindor’s new goalkeeper

In the end, Harry still failed to fight Malfoy because he was pulled away by the team members.

The players who had not graduated yet were still frightened by the suspension last semester.

Most importantly, they clearly remembered that Harry could not defeat Malfoy.

"Right, that is it."

Malfoy's mouth was never idle for a moment, and he used his true nature to its fullest.

"Baby Potter goes back to his godfather's arms."

He smiled so wickedly that the team members holding Harry unconsciously let go.

Fortunately, there were still mature people who shouted: "Do you want no Seeker?"

Hearing this, everyone increased their strength.

Harry was carried out like this.

When John arrived, he saw Harry being taken away like a piggy, his body still kicking stubbornly in the direction of Malfoy.

"What did you do?" John saw the other Gryffindors glaring at Malfoy angrily.

"Nothing, just let Potter go back to his godfather's arms." Malfoy shrugged, looking very needy, "After all, Harry Potter is still a good baby."

"Draco, promise me, you will remember to bring your wand when you go out."

John was really afraid that Malfoy would be shot when he went out. This kind of ridicule could always find the talent of the life gate, which was really amazing.

After sitting down, John asked: "Selection today?"

"Afternoon," Malfoy said unhappily, "Gryffindor took over the morning because there were so many of them."

John didn't find it strange at all.

After all, Harry's name brought more Gryffindor Quidditch supporters, and the students all wanted to get a closer look at the savior's style.

Cut the baguette into bite-sized pieces with a table knife, pick up a piece and put it in your mouth to eat.

Professor Flitwick was the only one on the faculty bench in the auditorium, but he was a little too small to see anyone.