Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 449 That's right, the half-blood prince is a woman

The victory of this game almost sealed the ownership of the House Cup, as long as the students of Gryffindor College did not violate any school rules and just happened to be caught by Snape, in fact, during this period of time, they were indeed well-behaved enough to give Snape no chance of deducting points - even though Snape still deducted nearly 30 points from them.

While in the castle, some gossip began to spread.Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley started dating, which sparked a lot of interest, mostly girls.Of course, it also aroused discussions among the professors. After all, Harry was a man of the hour in the castle, and his every move was watched by the professors.

"Hey, I already knew he had something with that Weasley girl," said Professor Flitwick after taking a swig of mead, which drew an unkind look from Professor McGonagall, but that was exactly what Professor Flitwick was aiming for.Since the Quidditch game, Professor McGonagall's enthusiastic celebration has deeply hurt Flitwick, which made him have to think of ways to stimulate Professor McGonagall in turn.

"This has no effect on me. Hogwarts never forbids students to fall in love freely." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, but her hand betrayed her. She was cutting a piece of steak vigorously, and Hera clearly saw that it could not be broken anymore.

"I think it's pretty good. In such a time, there is nothing more exciting than love." Hera smiled lightly, and Snape, who was eating indifferently beside him, twitched his mouth and didn't say anything.

"That's it," said Professor McGonagall.

But these gossips didn't disturb Harry's good mood at all. He was excited about his date with Ginny.After all, this is a very good change. People discussing him is a happy thing that he has not seen for a long time, which is much better than the horror scene of discussing black magic one day.

Indeed, there have been a lot fewer people chatting about Harry using black magic to attack Malfoy recently, and they all focus on gossip.This made Draco Malfoy, who was lying in the school hospital, very angry.

Because of Harry's "invisibility", he had to spend the rest of his term in a hospital bed in the school hospital.According to a passing student at the time, the bathroom was full of blood, and Malfoy had a big hole in his chest.
What about the back?
Later he was taken away by Professor Snape, no one knew what happened afterwards, only his two followers and Pansy went to the school hospital to see him, which caused him great harm.

And these, Harry didn't care, for him, the matter of attacking Malfoy was over, if he was to face Malfoy again, he would still choose to say "Shen Feng Wu Ying", he did not regret this decision - of course, this has a lot to do with Ginny, she convinced him.

"Malfoy definitely wanted to use an Unforgivable Curse, and you should be glad you managed to say that," Ginny said.

This relieved Harry a lot, at least there were still people on his side, and not all of them blamed him like Hermione.What made him even happier was the victory in the Quidditch match. Although he was suspended, the team still won.

Time soon entered June, and the weather became hotter. The professors were also surprised to find that Hera's drinking habit was intensifying. He refused to let go of his bottle almost everywhere, and would take a sip every once in a while. However, Professor Snape insisted that it was a refreshing potion he specially prepared for Hera, so that he would have enough energy to face the tedious affairs of Hogwarts.

But Hermione made a new discovery, and it took her a lot of effort to find clues about the Half-Blood Prince.

"I found it, it's you." Hermione shouted excitedly in the library, which attracted Mrs. Pince's attention, but after confirming that the person who made the voice was Hermione who had been in the library since entering school, she resentfully put down the feather duster, and only warned Hermione with her eyes.

Hermione immediately understood what she meant, shut her mouth immediately, and at the same time secretly tore the photo from the old newspaper, taking extra care not to be discovered by Mrs. Pince secretly damaging the books.

Hermione hurried back to the common room with the cropped photo. When she returned to the common room, Harry was sitting by the window in a daze. There was a herbal medicine textbook on the table in front of him. But seeing his nympho look, Hermione knew that he must be reliving the good times he had with Ginny.

Hermione squeezed into the space between Harry and Ron, a determined expression on her face.

"I want to talk to you, Harry," she said straight to the point.

"Talking about what?" Harry asked suspiciously, not knowing what Hermione wanted to tell him.

"The so-called Half-Blood Prince," said Hermione, her head held up, proud - because she had finally found the clue.

"Oh, here we go again," Harry muttered, and Ron pretended to be interested in the textbook in front of him, but Harry knew that was impossible. "Can you change the subject?"

Harry hadn't returned to the Response Room to get his Potions textbook, and he'd dropped his Potions grade because of it, as both Hermione and Ron knew.He felt that Snape must have not given up searching for the Prince's textbook, and since Snape had been watching him, he decided not to touch that book for now.

"I won't change the subject," said Hermione appreciatively, she didn't think the book was anything good, and she wanted to prove her judgment to Harry and Ron, "until you hear me out, I was trying to find out who made the inventing of the Dark Charm a hobby—"

"That brother sure didn't take it as a hobby—" said Harry, still not sharing Hermione's idea.

"Brother? You think he's a boy?" said Hermione incredulously, how long had she ignored Harry before they were brothers?
"We've already said," said Harry impatiently, "Prince, Hermione, Prince!"

"Okay," Hermione said in a fit of exasperation. She took out an old newspaper clipping from her pocket and threw it on Harry's desk. "Look at this! Look at the picture on it!"

Harry picked up the torn newspaper clipping and stared at the old, yellowed photo.Ron leaned over to look at it too, and it was a skinny girl of about 15 years old.She wasn't pretty, and looked a little surly and sullen.Her eyebrows were heavy and her face was long and pale.The caption below the photo reads: Eileen Prince, captain of Hogwarts Gobstones.

"What's the matter?" Harry said as he glanced at the related short article, which was just a dull news about the inter-school competition.

Her name is Erin Prince.Prince, Harry. "

They looked at each other, and Harry realized what Hermione was going to say.He burst out laughing.

"impossible."

"what?"

"You think she's half-breed...? Oh, stop kidding."

"Why not? Harry, there are no real princes in the wizarding world! This word is either a nickname, or someone's self-proclaimed title, or it may be a name, impossible? Listen to me! If she has a wizard father named 'Prince', and her mother is a Muggle, then she may be a 'Half-Blood Prince'!"

"Yes, what a genius, Hermione..."

"But it's very possible! Maybe she's proud of being a 'Half-Blood Prince'!"

"Listen, Hermione, I know it's not a girl, I can feel it."

You just don't think girls can be that smart. said Hermione angrily.

"I've been with you for five years, and how can I still think girls aren't smart?" Harry said, feeling stung. "It's the way he writes, and I just know this 'Prince' is a man, I can tell. It has nothing to do with this girl. Where did you get this picture?"

"The library," said Hermione confidently, "there's all the old Daily Prophet. I'll try to find as much material on Irene Prince as I can."

"Have a good time," said Harry irritably.

"I will." Hermione said, and when she reached the portrait hole, she threw another sentence at him, "The first place I'm going to look is the reward records of all potions classes!"

Harry frowned at her, then continued to stare at the darkening sky.

"She hasn't forgiven you for surpassing her in Potions class." Ron finished, and continued to read his "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi".

"I want to get that book back, don't you think I'm a little crazy?"

"Of course not," said Ron firmly, "Prince, he's a genius. Anyway...without his bezoar secret..." He rubbed his throat meaningfully, "I wouldn't be here discussing this with you, would I? Of course, I'm not saying that the spell you cast on Malfoy was great—" Still, he gave Harry a sneaky look that Hermione couldn't see.

"I don't think so either," Harry said quickly, taking in Ron's meaning.

"But he recovered, didn't he? He was on his feet quickly."

"Yes," said Harry, and it was true, though his conscience was still smoldering, "thanks to Snape . . . "

And Hermione, who left the common room, turned directly to the principal's office on the eighth floor. She planned to tell Hera about this, even if it would punish Harry, she must say that Snape knew that Harry was reading the book of the Half-Blood Prince, so he would definitely tell Hera.

But when she came to the corridor on the eighth floor, she suddenly found that she didn't know the password of the office, which made her very distressed.

She stood in front of the monster guarding the gate and murmured: "I remember that the previous password was always candy and the like, and those tasted like Dumbledore—"

Then the monster jumped aside, making way for Hermione to come out.

"I haven't said the password yet!" grumbled Hermione, but quickly passed the monster and headed for the spiral staircase.

When Hermione was standing in front of the office and was about to open the door, she suddenly heard the voice of someone talking inside, and almost immediately she hid to the other side of the door, if the door was pushed open, it would just block her.

"It's almost over, it shouldn't be long, that kid should be successful." It was Hera's voice, his voice was so hoarse that Hermione didn't recognize it for a while.

No one in the room answered, but Hera waited for a while and continued.

"Oh, yes, that's right, it's exactly what I was expecting, and it's finally coming." Hera's voice was very gloomy, and he seemed to be talking while drinking water, gurgling.

But it made his voice sound a lot more normal.

Hermione waited at the door for a while, but there was no voice from inside.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Hera looked at the place where Hermione was hiding and said with a smile:

"Okay, come in, Hermione."

"When did you know—"

"Probably when you accidentally read the password and walked up the stairs." Hera smiled with narrowed eyes, and he turned and walked towards the desk. "By the way, you haven't chatted with me for a while."

Hermione's face turned red, and she stood in front of the desk, facing Hera across the desk.

"Come on, tell me what you're doing here?" Hera snapped her fingers, and an afternoon tea suddenly appeared on the desk, and he picked up a coffee cup and handed it to Hermione, "Just find a place to do it, don't just stand around all the time."

Hermione pulled out a chair and sat across from Hera.

"I want to know about Prince," said Hermione, which made Hera's hands stiffen while she was still adding sugar cubes to her coffee cup. "Half-Blood Prince—I don't know how to tell you, but Harry has been getting all his attention from the beginning of this school year. He—"

"He's improving by leaps and bounds in potions, he's blown away in Slughorn's class, and—"

"Yes, you know everything?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Hera nodded. He sipped his coffee and said, "That's right, I've known about this for a long time. Around Christmas last year, Harry asked me that he wanted to know who the Half-Blood Prince was."

"You must know?" Hermione asked, looking into Hera's eyes. "I think he must have been a pretty famous guy in the old days."

"It's hard for me to say, but I do know a little bit." Holding the coffee cup, Hera glanced at the table and found that Tom ran away again. "First of all, I need to make a correction. His name is not Half-Blood Prince, but Half-Blood Prince—"

"I've already figured it out." Hermione nodded, took out the newspaper clipping from her pocket, and pushed it in front of Hera.

He just lowered his head and glanced at it, and said with a smile while holding the cup, "You really exceeded my expectations. I thought no one would find this, or Ron would find it first."

"Why do you say that?" Hermione was very unconvinced. Someone like Ron would go to the library?When had he ever volunteered to go to the library to get Hermione to revise for him unless the exam was near?

Hera put down her tea cup and shook her head slightly, "This is just stating a fact." After seeing Hermione's unconvinced expression, Hera added, "Because Prince used to be a well-known pure-blood family in the wizarding world. They were famous for their potion skills. There have been several potion masters in their family history. They are very talented in this area."

Hermione couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked, "But why have I never heard their names?"

"Because of an unavoidable problem," Hera said calmly, "I think you must have heard that pure-blood families usually only marry each other in order to ensure the 'purity of blood', and this has caused a problem that Muggles attach great importance to. You must know this."

"Inbreeding." Hermione said in a deep voice. She seemed to have guessed why the Prince family had been lost in history. There was no doubt that they were definitely one of the families that insisted on the supremacy of blood, but their luck was not so good, and they could not survive like other families.

"That's right, that's the word." Hera said happily, "I knew you definitely understood the wizarding world and the Muggle world at the same time. The Prince family was once a very brilliant family, not only in Britain, but also famous in the whole of Europe."

"Ignorance kills them," said Hermione.

"That's right, that's right." Hera glared at Hermione angrily, and she interrupted herself just out of interest, "But it's still impossible to deny their—well, let me get back to the point." Hermione's eyes made Hera unable to continue talking, and he had to turn the topic back to Irene Prince.

"Actually, I don't know much about her, but I know that she is the last member of the Prince family. Her parents were captured by the German Ministry of Magic during their journey with Grindelwald, and she was raised by her grandfather." Hera said lightly, and Hermione was surprised to find that Hera's eyes were a little red.

"They were brave men, dedicated to a noble cause—"

"But they chose the wrong path, didn't they?" Hermione interrupted Hera, who she felt was about to say something very dangerous.

Hera rubbed her nose embarrassingly, "That's right, maybe they took the wrong path, they shouldn't have done this."

"Shall we get back to Erin Prince?" said Hermione.

"No problem." Hera nodded. "I only know that she studied at Hogwarts and graduated. Since then, no one has known her whereabouts."

"How many years ago was that?" Hermione asked.

Hera raised her head and pondered for a while, then said quietly: "It should be 30 years."

"Then how do you know?" Hermione asked immediately.

Hera spread her hands helplessly, "You can't expect me to not understand anything. After knowing that Harry has been learning magic from an old textbook, I started to investigate this matter."

"But Harry says you can-"

"You can't expect me to tell Harry everything, can you?" Hera said innocently. He really felt that Harry shouldn't be told.If he knew that the Half-Blood Prince was the professor Snape he hated the most, he would probably die of depression, let alone learn magic from him.

Hermione thought for a while, and said, "You're right." She thought of Harry's obsession with that book, and she knew that he must not accept the truth about the Half-Blood Prince, who he always thought was a powerful, charming wizard who was good at Potions.But in Hera's words, she could feel that Hera was hiding something from her.

This must be something important.

"Can I tell Harry about this?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Uh." Hera was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about whether he could tell Harry about this matter. After a few seconds, he put on his usual smile again, "Of course, but I hope he won't come near that book again."

"I don't think so for a while." Hermione smiled. "Professor Snape has been staring at him. He doesn't dare to look for that book now. He hides it in the Room of Requirement."

"Well, it's a good place to hide things." Hera nodded and said, "Remember to let Harry continue to be locked up, and—" Hera suddenly paused, and he remembered a very important thing. Malfoy hid the disappearing cabinet in the Room of Requirement. What he must have hoped for was a room where he could hide things. Does this mean that Hera finally found the place where Malfoy hid the disappearing cabinet?

"What else?" Seeing that Hera didn't say anything for a long time, Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, it's nothing." Hera shook her head lightly. He planned to wait for Hermione to leave before going to the Room of Requirement alone to check.

By the time Hera fooled Hermione away, nearly an hour had passed. Hermione's eagerness for knowledge gave Hera a headache, which made him have to send Hermione away on the grounds that he had to deal with official business.

Hera was in the hallway on the eighth floor, walking towards the Room of Requirement. He knew the way to the Room of Requirement. He only needed to concentrate on thinking of the required venue and walk past the section of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas with the troll stick hitting silly Barnabas three times. A very smooth door appeared on the wall to enter the Room of Requirement.

At this moment, Hera heard a scream and a crash.He stopped and listened.

"You—how—dare—ah—!"

The sound came from a nearby corridor, and Hera, wand gripped tightly, rushed across, turned another corner, and saw Professor Trelawney lying on the floor, her head covered by one of her many shawls, and several sherry bottles scattered aside, one of which was broken.

"Sybil—?"

Hera hurried forward to check on her, and some of her shiny beads got tangled up in her glasses.She belched loudly, patted her hair, and staggered to her feet from the floor.

"What's the matter, Sybil?" Hera frowned and asked, Sybill Trelawney smelled strongly of alcohol, "It's so late, you should be in the office in the North Tower, shouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, I should have been there," said Sybil harshly, "I was just walking alone in the corridor thinking of some ominous omen I happened to catch a glimpse of"

Hera didn't pay attention to what she said, he just stared at the wall, they were standing in a very ingenious place now: on the right was the carpet where the troll danced, on the left was a smooth and hard stone wall, behind which was hidden——

"Sybil, do you want to enter the Room of Requirement?"

"...a sign from God—what did you say?" Sybil's eyes suddenly became a little evasive.

"The Room of Requirement," Hera repeated, "do you want to go in?"

"I—well—I'm just following the guidance of the Eye of Heaven."

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