Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 429 Half-Blood Prince?Hybrid Prince?stupidly can not tell!

"You mean he's pretending to be helpful so he can find out what Malfoy's up to?" said Harry quickly. "Yeah, I thought you'd say that, but how would we know?"

"It's not something you should worry about, Harry," said Lupine unexpectedly, he had been very silent until then, "We'll take care of these things, and—Dumbledore trusted Severus, he always trusted him, and for us, that's enough."

"But," said Harry, "if—if you're all wrong about Snape—"

Hera lowered her eyes and did not participate in the discussion. Of course he believed Snape, but he wondered whether he should tell Harry.If Harry suddenly trusted Snape, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of others, maybe the news would be passed on to Bellatrix by Draco, which would put Hera in danger.

"It's been said, many times. At the end of the day, do you trust Dumbledore and our judgment. I do, and therefore, I trust Severus."

"But Dumbledore's not here anymore!" Harry argued, "he's not here anymore, and Snape could turn traitor at any moment—"

Now, everyone in the room fell silent.After a while, Hera patted Harry on the shoulder lightly, "Harry, calm down. Your words hurt us."

"I'm sorry." Harry lowered his head, and there was some crying in his voice, "I can't control my emotions a little bit, since he left."

Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Lupine raised and lowered his hand comically.

"But, do you really trust and like Snape?" Harry said while rubbing his eyes.He was asking Lupine, since both Hera and Arthur made their point clearly, leaving only Lupine.

"I neither like nor dislike Severus," Lupine replied dryly, and seeing Harry's skeptical expression, he added, "Harry, I'm telling the truth. Maybe we'll never be bosom friends; there's been a lot of grudges after what happened between James, Sirius and Severus. But I'll never forget that during my Hogwarts years, Snape made me a potion of wolfsbane every month. "

"But he 'accidentally' leaked the news that you were a werewolf, and you had to leave!" Harry said angrily.

"I think that even if Severus doesn't disclose that matter, people will know about it sooner or later." Hera shrugged and said relaxedly, "Remus' identity is not a secret. It only takes a little time, and they will remember the werewolf kid who was looking for a job in Diagon Alley back then."

"That's right," said Lupine, nodding. "He could have made me worse by messing with the medicine. But he didn't. He kept me healthy, and I should be grateful."

"Maybe there was Dumbledore's surveillance at the time, and he didn't dare to do anything in the medicine?"

"You're determined to hate him, Harry," Lupine said with a feeble smile. "I understand that James is your father and Sirius is your godfather, and you've inherited a prejudice. But I thought maybe you could get some answers from Hera, and maybe you'd be surprised. Maybe Severus asked Draco on Hera's orders. We're all listening to Hera now."

Harry turned his head to Hera, looking him in the eye, hoping for an answer.

Hera gritted her teeth and threw a fierce look at Lupine, who actually threw the question to himself again.

But Hera had no choice but to answer Harry's question head-on. Right now, everyone in the room was staring at Hera with bated breath. For a while, there was only the crackling sound of burning firewood in the fireplace.

"Harry," Hera opened her mouth after a while, "I can't tell you too much, but I hope you can focus on what I tell you as much as possible."

Harry kept his mouth shut; he already knew what he wanted to know.

"That's pretty much the end of our conversation, how about a drink before bed?" Arthur asked loudly, jumping up, "Who wants eggnog?"

"I'll go to the eggnog with Arthur, and see what snacks are available." Hera got up and followed Arthur, and they entered the kitchen together.

"What have you been up to?" Harry asked Lupine.

"Oh, I work underground," said Lupine, "almost underground. That's why I haven't been able to write, Harry. Sending you a letter will give you away."

"What did you say?"

"I live among my people, my kind," said Lupine. "Werewolves," he added, seeing Harry puzzled, "almost all of them on You-Know-Who's side. Hera—the Order needed a spy, and I happened to be... ready."

It sounded like he was complaining, but Lupine probably sensed it himself, so he smiled more enthusiastically, and said, "I'm not complaining, it's a necessary job, and who can do it better than me? It's just that it's hard to gain their trust. I wear a very obvious mark of having lived among wizards, who shun normal society, live on the fringes, steal and eat—sometimes kill."

"Why do they like Mysterious Man?"

"Probably thought they'd be better off under him, and arguing with Greyback was hard—"

"I think I heard someone complaining about me?" Hera smiled, returning with a tray of French fries, hash browns, and glasses of eggnog.

"Just to tell Harry what I'm doing," said Lupine, smiling, picking up a glass from the tray. "If I really hated you, I'd be gone. I'd be exhausted among werewolves, they're always rude."

"Believe me, if it wasn't forced by the situation, I wouldn't want to contact the werewolf." Hera said helplessly, "If it wasn't for the giant's end eating ashes—no one would have thought of this."

"Yeah, who would have thought of that." Arthur repeated after him.

"So, who is Greyback?" Harry asked suspiciously. Hera and Arthur exchanged glances, and pushed the French fries on the tray towards Harry. "I think this topic is best left to Remus."

"I also think so."

They looked very serious.

"Haven't you heard of the fuck?" Lupine's hands clenched convulsively in his lap. "Fenrir Greyback is probably the most vicious werewolf alive today. He made it his business to bite and infect as many people as possible, and wanted to create hordes of werewolves to defeat wizards. Voldemort promised him some of his prey in return. Greyback specialized in children... he said biting when they were young, and taking them away from their parents to make them hate wizards. Voldemort threatened to release Greyback." The threat of going out and biting someone's kid is usually very effective."

Lupine paused for a moment, then said, "Greyback bit me."

"What?" Harry was taken aback. "You mean when - when you were a kid?"

"Yes, my father offended him. I didn't know for a long time who the werewolf was who attacked me. I even pitied him, thinking he couldn't control it, when I already knew what it was like to be a wolf. But Greyback wasn't like that. He approached his prey at the full moon to make sure the attack was successful. He was totally premeditated. He was the man Voldemort used to call the werewolves. Greyback insisted that we werewolves should suck blood and take revenge on normal people. I dare not say how much my rational debate has done to him. effect."

Hera and Arthur looked at each other, silently clinked their wine glasses, and downed them in one gulp.

"But you're normal!" said Harry vehemently, clearly unable to calm down. "You just have a—a problem—"

Lupine laughed.

"Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He says it's my 'furry' little problem in front of people. A lot of people think I've got a bad rabbit."

He took a swig of eggnog, glanced at Hera and Arthur, seemed to complain why they didn't call him, and looked a little happier.

Hera smiled helplessly.

Harry seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked excitedly, "Have you ever heard of a man named Half-Blood Prince?"

"Hybrid what?"

"Prince." Harry watched Lupine closely.

Hera gently shook the wine glass with only a few drops of eggnog left, and Arthur didn't even notice that Arthur picked up the jug and wanted to pour it for him.This made Arthur hit him with the flagon in displeasure.

"Wizards don't have princes," said Lupine, smiling. "Do you want to use that title? I thought 'Savior' was enough."

"It's none of my business!" Harry protested. "The Half-Blood Prince is someone who used to be at Hogwarts. I got the Potions book he used. He wrote spells all over it, spells he invented .There's a fuchsia—"

"Oh, this spell was very popular when I was at Hogwarts." Lupine said nostalgicly, "Arthur, give me some more, please?" Arthur filled Lupine's drink. "For a few months when I was in fifth grade, people would be thrown in the air by their ankles, unable to move."

"My dad used it," said Harry. "He used it on Snape after my Occlumency session with Snape."

Harry's tone sounded casual, as if he was just mentioning it casually.But all the men present knew that as long as James was mentioned, it would not be easy for Harry. He cared about everything about his parents.

"Yeah," said Lupine, "but he's not alone. As I said, it's very popular and you know these spells come and go."

Harry said something again, but Hera hadn't listened attentively, he only noticed the last sound.

"Okay, Harry, let's go upstairs and go back to sleep, it's getting late." Arthur stood up and patted Harry's shoulder, "And Hera, you and Penello can leave tomorrow morning, I think it's not too late for such a night."

"Naturally," Hera nodded, "I think Penelope may be asleep now, and I dare not wake her up."

"She's a good girl," said Lupine succinctly.

Hera smiled and nodded.

Harry went upstairs quickly, he was so sleepy that he was yawning uncontrollably before he went upstairs, looking more tired than Arthur.

"Tell me about it." Arthur looked at Hera and asked playfully.

"say what?"

"Half-Blood Prince, who is he?" Arthur sat beside Hera, sandwiching him with Lupine.

"Yeah, don't pretend I didn't pay attention, you've been absent-minded since hearing the name of the Half-Blood Prince." Lupine also turned to stare at Hera.

Hera smiled wryly, "Can't you really think of it?"

"Associate with what?"

"Half-blood prince and half-blood Prince." Hera spread her hands, "Prince and Prince are the same word."

"Prince is the family famous for potions? I remember they disappeared for many years, right?" Arthur racked his brains to search his memory, even though as the head of the Auror office, he hadn't seen this name from the documents for a long, long time.

Not to mention Lupine, who was completely impressed with the surname.

"That's right, it's that pure-blood family." Hera nodded, and lowered his voice, "According to Harry's description, the only possible person I can think of is probably Severus."

"But his surname is Snape, isn't it? It's a Muggle name." Lupine asked suspiciously.

Hera shook her head, "But he's in Slytherin. Although he doesn't want to admit it, almost all of Slytherin are pure-blooded, and a small number of mixed-race Muggle students are almost impossible to enter."

"You mean, Severus' mother might be from the Prince family?" Arthur asked, frowning.

"Very likely." Hera raised his eyebrows, "But I think no matter who the half-blood prince or half-blood Prince is, we don't have to worry too much. It's just a textbook."

"But they also met in second grade—the diary—"

"So they'll recognize what's dangerous, right?" Hera asked.

Now Arthur and Lupine were relieved. In fact, they were not too worried. From their point of view, it was normal for there to be some spells and whispers on second-hand books.Especially Arthur, almost all the children in his family used second-hand books, Harry's worries were completely superfluous to him.

"Okay, I think it's time for us to go to bed. We have new work tomorrow." Hera patted her thigh and stood up.

Lupine covered his head and complained, "Don't wake me up, the thought of going back to the werewolf tomorrow makes me—"

Arthur patted him on the shoulder and looked at him sympathetically, "Believe me, you don't want to wake up and see a dozen owls squatting by the window, with a lot of things waiting to be dealt with."

"Go to sleep, go to Hogwarts tomorrow, and have a good drink with the professors in the castle." Hera yawned and left the living room saying something very embarrassing.

Arthur and Lupine looked at each other, smirked, and directed at Hera——

(End of this chapter)