Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 885

Hogwarts Castle, Snape's office.

This is a dimly lit room. Hundreds of glass bottles are placed on a shelf attached to the wall. Slimy specimens of animals and plants float in colorful potions. Compared to Professor Slughorn's room, it looks like It's obviously much colder.

After lunch, Severus Snape returned to his office and began to prepare for the afternoon class.

The impact of Hogwarts' educational reforms is not only in the classroom.

Compared with the past, the preparation work of the professors of various subjects has also increased a lot. For example, Snape has to check the works of the lower grades at this time. If there is a danger of instability, he will When distributing to seniors for follow-up processing, you can also have a rough judgment in your mind.

Tuk tu tu.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Snape put down the potion bottle in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

This was a very rare thing for Snape. Unless it was an emergency, very few people would come to the office to look for him, especially at this point in time just after lunch.

"Do you have any questions you haven't figured out, Harry... Potter"

Snape raised his head in the shadows, glanced at the heads that appeared behind Harry, and added naturally.

"Also, close the door, Miss Kaslana."

Elena obediently complied, with a little devil wagging its tail in her heart.

She turned, and Snape had stood up from the desk and walked to the bright spot.

Snape frowned, and his cold black eyes looked thoughtfully at the little wizards.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's like this..."

Harry quickly took the shabby textbook from his schoolbag and handed it out, speaking seriously.

"Sorry, Professor Snape, I lied to you during class... Those subtle operations were not what I thought of. I followed the notes in this old textbook-I decided to return this book. ,because……"

"You came here because of this? Return the book?"

Snape did not reach out, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Then, please tell me, does the graffiti on this book obscure the textbook content, or does it mean that there is some black magic attached to it that makes you feel uneasy or scared, or do you think it is too old?"

"No, no...sir."

Harry replied cautiously, looking at the cabinet behind Snape.

The storage cabinet behind the desk just opened, and there was a stack of old textbooks lying on the top floor.

"Actually, I just plan to change another one, which would be a little fairer...because I followed the above operation before..."

"Fair? What do you usually think about in your almond-like head?!"

boom.

Snape waved his hand and the cabinet door snapped shut.

"Listen! Mr. Harry Potter, you are learning knowledge and in class... This is neither a Quidditch competition nor a final exam for the potions class-complete the potions according to the class goals, this is what you are doing Do you understand the tasks in class?!"

"Yes, but..."

Harry looked straight at Snape's black eyes, which had become increasingly impatient, and said frankly.

"Sir, there are many exquisite potions notes. With my current knowledge, there is no way to tell if they are correct. If it stays with me, I am worried that I will not be able to withstand the temptation, so I plan to..."

"I see, I'll take a look first."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Snape grabbed the textbook in Harry's hand and flipped through it a little violently.

Half a minute later, Snape threw the "Magic Potions and Potion" to Harry again.

"I took a rough look at this student's notes...well, the basic skills are fairly solid, so so-so, they can barely be used as extra reference content in usual classes. As for whether they can be used for reference, you can consider yourself."

"In other words, can I keep this book and use it as an additional reference book for the Potions class?"

Harry asked gently and cautiously. He always felt that Professor Snape seemed to be in a bad mood today.

Snape glared at him for a moment, then waved anxiously.

"Yes, that's it! If there is nothing else, then you hurry up—"

"I have one last question, sir!"

Harry said, flipping quickly to the back cover, and pointed to the line of fine print.

"I don't know if you have heard the term'Half-Blood Prince' before. He seems to be the author of this book."

"No, I never cared about the ridiculous and childish nicknames of the students."

Snape said coldly and hard.

The impatience on the face of the potions professor has become especially obvious, and every line on his face is engraved with frightening annoyance, as if he will throw them out of the office in the next moment.

Standing behind Harry, Hermione and Draco swallowed in fear, and gently pulled the boy's robe.

I have to admit that when Snape's face began to gloom, he still looked scary.

"It's okay, Harry..."

At this moment, Elena suddenly said softly.

"Anyway, let's not continue to disturb Professor Snape. If you really want to know who the half-blood prince is, you might as well ask Professor Slughorn-even if he doesn't have any impression of the name, it's a big deal. In the past students' homework, we can see who can be compared with the handwriting identification method to find out who the "Half-Blood Prince" is."

Ok?

Handwriting verification? !

Snape tensed suddenly.

"Is this really reliable? This is not the case for the police."

Hermione Granger frowned, questioning quietly with some uncertainty.

"Not to mention that Professor Slughorn doesn't necessarily have to save the homework of previous students. There are too many people, right?"

"Don't worry, judging from the data is not complicated—"

Elena shook her finger triumphantly and answered clearly.

"The number of students at Hogwarts in each class is about 100, even if it goes back fifty years, only 2500..."

"As for Professor Slughorn, as far as I know, he has always had the habit of saving the work of previous students-if it is not found among those students, it means that the enrollment time of the Half-Blood Prince is not in Sri Lanka. Professor Ragerhorn's teaching period."

As a well-known "student collector" in Hogwartshof, Slughorn is still trustworthy in this regard.

After all, even if it is him, there is no way to be 100% sure that his students will achieve a career.

Therefore, the safest way is to archive all the homework. As long as there is a celebrity among them, their previous homework is a gift that awakens the friendship between teachers and students-whether it is good or bad, it is Hogwarts's. memory.

"If we really feel that the workload is too much, we can mobilize everyone to help."

Elena thought for a moment, and said softly innocently.

"In the second grade, we should be able to find a lot of volunteers. We can photocopy each person's handwriting, and we can identify the handwriting of the previous students. At most...well...two weekends."

Snape stared at the little silver-haired witch in shock, unable to believe his ears.

Merlin is here, how can there be such a vicious little devil in this world? !

"Of course," said the silver-haired devil, adding, "We can even publish missing persons notices in the newspaper."

As she suggested seriously, she opened the door, preparing to lead Harry and the others away.

Now, the devil's sickle was raised, waiting for the "half-blood prince" to respond.

Elena put her hand on the doorknob, counting silently in her heart.

One.

two.

three--

"Wait a minute! You guys stop me!"

Snape's cold voice sounded behind them.

"Are you usually so free?! Find out if the author of this book will give you extra points for the potions class?! If you feel that you can't find anything to do, then you will help Filch clean the castle every weekend. !"

"No, sir..."

Elena answered politely, with just the right embarrassment on her face.

"The most important thing is, um... this is for... Harry..."

"Harry?" Snape raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes to Harry. "What's the matter, you say!"

"I……"

"Don't try to lie! I can tell!"

Harry Potter swallowed and said carefully.

"I think... Is it possible that this half-blood prince is my father or mother? The handwriting in the book looks very recognizable, and Professor Slughorn said that my mother's potion grades are also very good... "

"James Potter?! Hmph, absolutely impossible!"

Before Harry could finish speaking, Snape snorted and said contemptuously.

"He didn't understand the subtleties of potions, and he didn't even enter the potions improvement class."

"As for...your mother, Lily, Lily Evans."

Snape paused for a moment, looked away from Harry's, and took a deep breath and whispered.

"You're right. When she was in school, she was always the best witch in the potions class. When you said that, I remembered that when Evans was at Hogwarts, the most I like to take notes in the potions textbook..."

"Wait, do you mean--"

Harry was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

At the same time, the white-haired dumpling standing behind Harry also looked shocked.

She suddenly realized a problem, but now standing in front of her: the most powerful double agent in the magic world today, the best dean of Slytherin College, and Severus Snape who has fooled countless HP fans. .

Compared to other wizards like Tie Hanhan, Snape was originally a professional performer.

"Okay! Repeat, I don't care who this old textbook belongs to before."

Snape waved his hand impatiently and said fiercely.

"If you continue to struggle with this issue, then just return it to me. Write to Lihen Bookstore and buy a brand new "Magic Potion and Potion". By the way, if I learn from Slughorn The professor learned that, well, you are still squandering precious time for boring things—"

"But this is illogical. Why does the owner of this book misplace his book full of notes."

Hermione frowned and whispered thoughtfully.

"Don't interrupt me, Miss Granger!"

Snape glanced at Hermione who was standing next to Elena, narrowed her eyes displeasedly, and spoke slowly.

"Speaking of which, during the recent period, you two have slackened a lot in the potions class. It is obvious that you are complacent that you can get good grades even if you don't work hard? What's worse, when you find that your classmates exceed When I am myself, I choose to deny and question others despicably at the first time instead of reflecting on my own problems...

"Sir, we didn't mean it!" Hermione flushed.

"I think I said just now, don't interrupt me, Miss Granger!"

Snape raised the volume indifferently, and looked viciously at the little guys standing behind Harry.

The original plan can be said to be perfect. If it weren't for these good students, Harry would not rush to the office recklessly—not surprisingly, these two little witches are definitely to blame.

Jealous, this kind of thing, Snape has seen a lot over the years.

"Listen well, during the long years at Hogwarts, your two talents were at best above average..."

Snape said coldly, eyes like two slits, hovering over the two little witches.

"And now the facts prove that it is just an old textbook of a student who has not known how many years after graduation. It can help Harry to surpass you. What else can you be proud of-jealous? Don't think I can't see it. Put your mind on these, why don't you think about how to study hard, do you understand?"

"I do not have……"

Faced with Professor Snape's stormy rants, the tears in Hermione's eyes began to swirl in aggrieved manner.

"Is it right? You don't know the best in your own mind~www.mtlnovel.com~ Snape said coldly and indifferently, raising his finger and pointing in the direction of the door.

"Now, you can leave."

Professor Snape's answer resolved some of Harry's confusion.

For example, the content in this old textbook is not dangerous, and he can use it with confidence.

For another example, the "Half-Blood Prince" is not likely to be his father, James Potter.

But what followed was another more entangled guess-who is this mysterious half-blood prince?

"Maybe it really is your mother?"

At the dinner table that evening, Ginny analyzed it very seriously when she heard Harry talk about it.

"It's probably a girl. At least I don't think this note looks like a boy's, it's more like a girl's."

"He is called the Half-Blood Prince, Ginny."

Ron curled his lips, "How many girls would call themselves a prince? Besides, Professor Snape didn't say it in the end, not necessarily..."

"Oh? Then take out your notes?" Ginny glanced at her youngest brother disapprovingly, "Anyway, I don't think there are a few boys who take notes patiently and neatly..."

"Ginny, what you said is too absolute."

Percy Weasley, who was sitting across from her, frowned and looked a little injured.

"I have an idea, Harry."

Percy pondered for a few seconds, and tilted her head toward the faculty desk.

"Why don't you just ask your godfather, Professor Black? I remember he and your mother are classmates, he should also know something."

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