People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Draco glanced at Ron, his expression still nonchalant.

Ron was indifferent to Draco's arrogance. He seemed to have gotten used to Draco's little master attitude.

"Come on, what agreement could you have on the first day of school? Did the mysterious man give you some news?"

Draco folded his arms and sneered, not even bothering to move his eyes, "How do you know he doesn't need to plant spies in Hogwarts?"

Ron was choked by this sentence. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"This is not the first time Voldemort has done something like this. In our first year, Quirrell..." Harry said seriously.

"I wish you wouldn't mention that name so often."

A cold voice sounded behind him, and Harry turned his head to see Theodore walking towards him.

He looked around and saw that most people were still sitting in the auditorium. "It's about time. Let's go to the Mystery House and talk."

Mystery Room is the name they gave to the Room of Requirement.

"How's it going, Draco?"

Harry sat in the chair at the back of the room, watching Draco take Avro's hand, pull her to him, and then smirk.

He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"Any new information?"

Draco didn't say anything. Instead, Blaise, who was standing in the middle of the floor, spoke lightly.

"The mysterious man found a student as an insider and planned to enter Hogwarts through a secret passage."

After hearing this, Hermione frowned and looked very serious. "How did you know? Besides, we all know the secret passages of Hogwarts. It's not a secret."

Blaise shrugged, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow in a smile.

"There are still many unknown secrets in Hogwarts. For example, the room under our feet is not even shown on the map, right?"

Hermione nodded undeniably. Blaise was right, but this information was not good news for them.

"With Dumbledore here, Voldemort won't break into the school!" Ron glared at Blaise angrily and shouted angrily.

"But what if they want to kill Dumbledore?" Theodore's expression was serious, without any emotion showing on his face.

He had to admit that Dumbledore was the most perfect headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were shocked. If this was true as they guessed, Hogwarts would no longer be safe.

"He wouldn't... wouldn't be so bold." Ron said hesitantly. In fact, even he himself vaguely believed Theodore's guess.

Although he really didn't want to think in this direction.

Draco laughed contemptuously at this.

"Isn't it common knowledge throughout the wizarding world that he hates Dumbledore?"

The room fell into deathly silence.

Afro, who had been silent all this time, sighed imperceptibly.

She said that Dumbledore's students were all very smart and these things could not be hidden.

But since we're acting, the more real the better.

"Let's first find out who Voldemort has left in the school," she suggested.

Draco leaned on her shoulder, placed the girl's hand on his head, and nudged her palm with his soft hair.

"Of course, aren't Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint the most obvious people? Their fathers are Death Eaters, so it's only natural that they have access to these things."

Afro subconsciously combed Draco's hair, and she suddenly realized that Draco had stopped using hairspray.

"Crabbe's father was involved in the attack on the Ministry of Magic and is now imprisoned in Azkaban." Theodore yawned. It was already late and they should go back to rest.

Draco forced out a dry, weird laugh, "Crabbe? That coward is not likely to accomplish anything great."

"That's not necessarily true, Malfoy," Blaise said softly, staring at Draco as if he disagreed with his opinion.

"Anyway, we should be more vigilant." Hermione ended the short gathering with her last words.

The next morning, Ron had obviously forgotten the heavy topic of last night. He ran down the stairs happily, grabbed Afro's sleeve and walked out of the lounge with her.

"I like sixth grade, it means we have a lot of free time."

Afro held his warm hand and squeezed through the crowd, saying, "We should use this time to study."

Ron looked at her in shock, his mouth hanging open. "That's not something you would say, Aphrodite. You seem to be possessed by Hermione."

Afro shook her head helplessly. It was her fault for having systematic urging.

She was already in the sixth grade, and most of the tasks for the fifth grade had not been completed. The final battle was approaching. She always felt that she had not bought enough props.

"Okay, okay, even if we need to study, today is not the day." Ron hung on the girl's arm and acted coquettishly towards her, "I'm going to sleep well today."

Hermione ate a big bite of her egg; she had passed many of her exams, proving that her sixth year was much busier than most.

"Today we have Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts together." Hermione looked at their schedules, found the identical courses, and circled them with colored pens.

"The new professor's class is in the afternoon?"

"That's right." Aphrodite quickened her breakfast pace. She and Hermione had to attend two classes on ancient runes and divination first.

"I hope he can be more relaxing than Snape." Harry couldn't help but pray.

The dungeon had long been used exclusively by Snape, but now the owner has changed.

When Harry and Ron arrived outside the classroom, there were already a dozen students standing there.

Before they could greet Avro, the door of the classroom opened. Slughorn stood in the classroom with a smile on his face. The room was surrounded by a mist, emitting all kinds of strange smells.

He stood in front of three large cauldrons waiting for the students to come in.

Harry stood at the end of the line, and by the time he entered the classroom, there was only one spot left, close to the golden cauldron, from which wafted a fragrant aroma.

Harry couldn't help but move closer, the scent became stronger.

It reminded him of the sunshine one afternoon, the woody smell of a broomstick, and a strong, floral scent, the scent of roses.

Harry took a deep breath, letting the satisfying scent fill his chest.

"All right, all right." Slughorn looked through the steam. "Please take out your textbooks and tools..."

At this moment Harry suddenly raised his hand. "Professor, Ron and I don't have any books because we don't think we'll be having -"

"Oh, it's a simple matter, boy," said Slughorn, smiling amiably, and pointing to the cupboard in the corner. "Professor McGonagall mentioned that you should go there and get two copies."

Harry strode to the cupboard, bent down and fished out two tattered textbooks.

He picked up a relatively clean book and handed it to Ron, while he opened another older book.

On the yellowed title page was written in black ink: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.