Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

After finishing a day's work, Aeris began to wander around the castle again. He wanted to start carving the summoning array as soon as possible. He wanted to carve no less than a hundred summoning arrays in the castle, or even more.

The more complex the summoning array is, the more powerful the servant summoned will be. Airis's predictive ability is madly warning that the decisive battle with Voldemort will begin in the near future, and Hogwarts will be the venue.

After choosing the location to carve the first summoning array in a hidden corner on the eighth floor, Aeris walked briskly downstairs to the auditorium to enjoy dinner.

When they arrived at the Great Hall, Hermione and Ginny were arguing with Harry. Aris walked over and asked curiously, "What's going on? It's not wise to quarrel during a meal, right?"

"You've come just in time, Aris!" Hermione seemed to have found her backbone and said to Aris, "There is a big problem with this old textbook you gave Harry. The Living Hell Potion that Harry made is better than mine...ours, because he made it according to the steps in the essay in this old textbook. I suspect that there is an inexplicable curse in this old textbook. Ginny has a lot to say about this..."

Ginny continued, "Harry did as he was told. I'm worried about that. Think about what Tom Riddle's diary did to me..."

"I just tried a different production step from you," Harry protested. "Isn't that a big deal? The words in the textbook didn't suddenly appear or disappear. It's just a little trick in potion making. What's so strange about that? Are you too sensitive?"

"I think what Harry said makes sense!" Aris sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry and continued, "Hermione... dear... you can't be jealous just because someone else's grades are about to surpass yours..."

Hermione glared at Aris fiercely, her eyes seemed to say: "Do you dare to say that to me again?"

Aris coughed awkwardly twice and said to Harry, "Can I see that textbook?"

Harry took the textbook out of his bag and handed it to Aries. Aries put the old textbook on the dining table. From the worn-out state of the textbook, it was obvious that the original owner was thirsty for knowledge and had almost torn the book to pieces. Aries began to turn the title page of the textbook, which read: This textbook belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

"It seems that being the savior of the world can no longer satisfy your vanity, Harry!" Aeris joked, "You want to call yourself: Half-Blood Prince?"

"I didn't, I didn't, Aris! Don't talk nonsense!" Harry quickly denied.

Aris began to slowly flip through the Half-Blood Prince's old textbooks. The more he flipped through them, the more frightened he became. The original owner of the textbooks had already reached an extremely high level of understanding of Potions. At least now Aris felt that he was a little... inferior in comparison.

However, the handwriting on the textbook made Aeris feel familiar. The original owner of the textbook not only annotated his unique insights on brewing potions, but also some very practical spells and curses.

After reading the old textbook from beginning to end, Aeris returned it to Harry and said, "There is nothing wrong with this textbook. It just records the profound understanding of potions by a potion genius. If my guess is correct, this potion genius is: Professor Severus Snape during his student days..."

With a "click", the old textbook in Harry's hand fell back onto the dining table. Harry wiped his hands with his robe, as if the old textbook had dirty his hands.

The others also looked at Aeris, who said to himself, "When Professor Snape was still teaching Potions, he probably commented on my homework the most. I will never mistake his handwriting."

Edwards picked up the old textbook and handed it to Harry again. Harry shook his head with a look of rejection on his face, but Edwards smiled and said:

"You two have such deep prejudices against each other. Everyone thinks you are the savior, Harry. What does this mean to you? Glory? Don't rush to deny it, Harry. Don't tell me you haven't felt secretly happy and proud about this. This is perfectly normal for people of our age. Who hasn't dreamed of changing the world?"

"But people who really care about you, like Professor Snape, would think that being the savior is a heavy burden for you. He doesn't want you to bear so much. He just wants the son of the woman he loves most to be alive. Maybe the way he expresses it is a little extreme, but you can't deny that Professor Snape has never done anything to hurt you."

"Professor Snape did vent his resentment towards your father on you, but I can also feel his concern for you."

"But how can you guarantee that Snape is not the You-Know-Who's...what's the word for Muggle?...spy?" Ron asked, looking at Aris with a strange expression.

"Professor Dumbledore would not make such a low-level mistake!" Aris said, stuffing the old textbook into Harry's arms, left the Gryffindor table, walked to the head guest seat, sat down at the end of the head guest seat, and began to enjoy his dinner.