A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 971 Red Roses and Mosquito Blood

Harry racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't accept that the red rose in his heart was actually Snape.

This isn't a red rose at all; it's practically a huge pool of mosquito blood, the kind that just sucked his blood and left a big welt.

He wished he could slap it to death, or turn it into mosquito cakes, a traditional African dish, and then... feed it to Ron!

So, Harry could accept that the Half-Blood Prince was Riddle, but not Snape!

Besides, he's so ugly and never washes his hair, yet he dares to call himself a prince?

Shameless!

Harry left dejectedly, determined to investigate and prove that the Half-Blood Prince was someone else.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked as they walked back to the Gryffindor common room.

"You don't look too well. Why don't you go eat something hot... to warm your stomach?"

Harry was touched; Ron was still the best to him.

He rubbed his cheek and said, "I'm fine, Ron, don't worry. I'm not hungry either, I really don't have an appetite."

Ron rubbed his stomach; what he really wanted to say was, "You're not hungry... I'm hungry!"

(Harry: Here, have some Snape's honeyed mosquito cake!)

"Since this book is about Snape, I think we should buy a new one as soon as possible..." Ron suggested.

He wasn't quite used to Harry's Potions class yet, but suddenly he got better.

Ron was originally Sansa, but Neville didn't choose the Potions Advanced Class.

If Harry is about to abandon the sophisticated interests of a slacker, then won't Ron just become a complete idiot?

That won't do!

"I will buy it, but..." Harry said firmly, "I also need to find out exactly who the Half-Blood Prince is!"

"William was talking about Snape, wasn't he?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"William might be wrong too," Harry said stubbornly. "If it was Snape, then there's something that can't be explained."

Look at the publication date of this book…”

Ron picked up the book, looked down to examine it, and exclaimed, "It's from fifty years ago!"

"Yes, Snape hadn't even enrolled at the school yet back then," Harry said with a slight smile.

"I need to check the records from fifty years ago to see if there is a student named Prince."

His potions are so good, he'll definitely be on the potions class reward list!

Harry suddenly realized that, perhaps, as Hermione had said, it wasn't the prince, but rather Prince's idea.

Harry rubbed his hands together and said, "And those old Daily Prophet newspapers too."

"The prince is so powerful, he must be a potions master too. He'll probably be very famous; you can find more information about him in the newspapers."

"Then have a good search," Ron shrugged.

He had absolutely no interest in it and would rather go to sleep than look for such a thing.

"No, Ron, there are so many, how am I supposed to find them all?"

Harry pulled Ron aside and insisted, "Let's stay up late tonight and hide in the library."

Let's continue working after everyone leaves!

You have to stay with me…

Ron twisted his neck, feeling that something was off.

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Inside the auditorium,

William didn't return to the Ravenclaw table; he ate at the Gryffindor table instead.

Many students were secretly observing him, and some were even straining their ears, trying to eavesdrop on his conversation with Hermione.

These two are of high status; they might just be discussing the Wizarding War.

The students were very interested.

But William used magic to mute the sound, so others could only hear a buzzing sound.

Hermione was eating corn porridge when she said slowly, "I just noticed that the book was published fifty years ago."

That must be Professor Snape's mother's book; he used a secondhand one.

William nodded and said, "I guess so. At that time, the professor's mother, Eileen Prince, happened to be at the school."

The original meaning of "mixed-race prince" should be "mixed-race prince".

Professor Snape was clearly very proud to be half a Prince, which is why he gave himself that nickname.

The professor was using his mother's secondhand textbooks, suggesting that his family's financial situation was probably quite modest when he was a child.

He kept his textbooks, perhaps because they contained many notes that could be used as teaching materials.

However, Snape left the Potions classroom where he had spent fifteen years, and he forgot to take it, leaving it in the locker.

Unexpectedly, Slughorn gave it to Harry.

Hermione glanced around cautiously and whispered, "What if Harry finds out about his mother's relationship with Professor Snape?"

"Maybe, it depends on whether Harry is interested or not." William wiped his mouth.

He was neither a party to nor a descendant of the previous generation in their emotional entanglements, and therefore had no right to comment.

So even if William knew those things, even knew that Snape had been writing letters to Lily that he could never send... he wouldn't tell Harry.

But if Harry wanted to investigate, William had no reason to stop him.

After all, there was nothing shameful about it, and it had nothing to do with him.

So, will Harry investigate?

Of course he would. Whenever he heard the name Nicolas Flamel from Hagrid, he would inquire about it.

He is a very curious person.

So, will Harry be able to find out?

If he's smart enough, he can find out.

Because he would soon discover that Professor Snape lived in Kirkworth.

That town was also where Harry's maternal grandparents lived.

In other words... Professor Snape's house wasn't very far from Lily's, maybe just a few streets away.

There's absolutely no reason why the two of them wouldn't know each other!

Although William wouldn't say it, he was indeed very curious:

What did Harry feel when he discovered that Professor Snape and his mother were childhood sweethearts?

After all, given Snape's habits, he wouldn't tell Harry about this past unless he was about to die.

If Harry finds out himself, how will he treat Professor Snape?

So exciting.

William no longer cared about it, and in fact, no one cared about Harry's suddenly enhanced potion abilities.

After all, even if he's incredibly skilled, can he really be more skilled than Hermione?

Anyway, Hermione took all the rewards from sixth grade.

But since Granger wasn't in the other grades, the young wizards were all eagerly anticipating Slughorn's classes.

Slughorn truly understands the psychology of students.

In the realm of potions, it's hard to say who is more powerful between him and Snape, but when it comes to boosting student motivation, Slughornhull is in a league of his own.

In particular, he used precious and useful magic potions as rewards for the next few classes in other grades.

The fifth-grade students were preparing for the OWL exam when Professor Slughorn pulled out a Buffet Brain-Boosting Potion.

This thing is a good item, and it's very popular.

Because of the later part of the OWL year, students' review efficiency decreased significantly.

With this stuff, it's the perfect magic potion to refresh your mind and make that final push.

However, without a doubt, Annie got it.

But she could get it herself, while Ginny could get it from the twins.

Anne then gave it to her good friend Luna.

In a fourth-grade class, Slughorn produced the dream-come-true drug.

Just drink it, and you'll have the most perfect dream all night.

Don't think it's just a dream; the effect is actually more like Inception.

Because the speed in dreams is faster, theoretically you can experience 72 hours in a dream, and you are in control of your own dream.

In the third-grade class, Slughorn used invitations from the Slug Club as prizes.

Students flocked to it.

On Thursday, the seventh graders finally had their first potions class.

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(End of this chapter)