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     said, "I wish I didn't, and not just because of so many confinements. You know I wouldn't use a spell like that, even on Malfoy. But you can't blame the prince, He didn't write 'this is really good, try it' - he just made a note for himself, right, not for someone else..."

    "Are you going to tell me," Hermione said, "you're going back—"

    "Take that book? Yes, I will." Harry said firmly, "Listen, I wouldn't have won the Flux without the Prince, and I wouldn't have known how Detoxing Ron's poison won't—"

    "—You don't deserve the reputation of 'Potion Wizard,'" said Hermione sharply.

    "Okay, Hermione!" Ginny said, and Harry looked up in surprise and gratitude, "It sounds like Malfoy is trying to use an Unforgivable Charm, you should be glad Harry has good tricks on him!"

    "Of course I'm glad Harry didn't get the spell!" said Hermione, obviously stinged, "but you can't say that dagger, Ginny. Look at it. What the **** did he do to Harry! Thinking of the prospect of your game, I thought—"

    "Oh, don't start pretending you know Quidditch," Ginny snapped. "That's just embarrassing."

    Harry and Ron were stunned: Hermione and Ginny, who had always been on good terms, were sitting there with arms crossed, eyes staring in opposite directions. Ron looked at Harry uneasily, then grabbed a book and hid behind it. Harry felt unbelievably happy all of a sudden, even though he knew he didn't deserve it.

    "Who can save my foot, for the sake of saving half a gallon of blood for Malfoy Brat." Gwen sat between Hermione and Ginny, jumping on one foot.

    "What's wrong with you? Stepped on by a troll?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

    "Oh, I just followed Harry." Gwen said nonchalantly. "Forgive me, Hermione, don't cast a repair spell on me - I'm not broken! I just need a pain relief spell..."

    Harry's good mood was immediately ruined by Gwen, who wanted to condemn her as if he blew up.

    "She's for your own good," Hermione whispered, helping Gwen to heal her toe, seeming to let go of her heel on purpose.

    "That's not it, I'm just curious what he's doing in the Room of Requirement." Gwen rubbed his heels and gasped, "then kicked into the broken cupboard where Monta was kept—that place. It's as chaotic as a wand shop, and anyone who goes there next time may not be able to find what they have hidden."

    "Except for the conspicuous broken cabinet," said Ron gloatingly, "it broke your toe. It must be your reward for saving Malfoy."

    Gwen rolled his eyes, "Next time I'll set fire to it."

    "I'd rather you set fire to the Half-Blood Prince's textbook." Hermione couldn't help but speak, this time Ginny didn't refute her point.

    It seems that the Half-Blood Prince taught Harry a lot, and Gwen secretly slandered.

    Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Part 1)

    Entering June, life has created some illusions for Gwen, making her think she can get through graduation in such a safe way.

    For example, Harry and Ginny suddenly started dating, which also caused quite a stir at Hogwarts.

    "I thought other people would have more interesting things to chat about." This evening, Ginny sat on the floor of the common room complaining, leaning against Harry's legs, reading " Daily Prophet, "Three times a week with Dementors, all Romilda Vanney does is to get me to ask if you have a hippogriff tattooed on your chest. "

    Ron and Hermione both laughed. Harry ignored them.

    "Then what did you say to her?"

    “I told her it was a Hungarian wasp,” Ginny said, lazily flipping a page of the paper, “more manly.”

    "Thanks," Harry grinned, "then what did you tell him about Ron?"

    "A pygmy cattail, but I didn't say where."

    Hermione grinned, and Ron frowned.

    "Be careful," he said warningly, pointing at Harry and Ginny, "don't think I can't take it back just because I allowed you to—"

    "'You allow'," Ginny scoffed, "since when did I ask for your permission? Anyway, you said it yourself, it'd be better for him to be Harry than Michael Or Dean."

    "That is," said Ron reluctantly, "as long as you don't kiss in public—"

    "I feel like you're targeting us." Katie and Gwen, late graduates, arrive, "or are you possessed by Umbridge? Who says couples can't Kissing in public."

    "At least George and Gwen won't be in front of us—" Ron shouted.

    The guilty Gwen tried to remember if she had made this mistake, but the quick-talking Katie interrupted Ron directly: "That's because they both just ran to the principal's office for a date. "

    Ginny immediately gave Gwen a look, threatening her to hurry up and tell herself about this undisturbed date spot.

    In any case, Ron's patience was not tested much. Because fifth grade and Ginny and seventh grade Gwen and Katie are facing some of the most important exams of their wizarding career. They had to spend hours every day reviewing their homework.

    "So did you get back your beloved textbook?" Gwen asked casually.

    "I've decided not to touch the book for now," Harry shrugged. "Snape may be watching me at any time."

    "That's a little weird, last week I was going to the Room of Requirement to find something—" Gwen said.

    "—steal a bottle of sherry." Katie quickly dismantled.

    "No one can face the review of the history of magic soberly." Gwen's face is not red, "I can't remember what war happened eight hundred years ago without getting myself drunk—in short, I thought you helped me burn the montage happy cabinet."

    "The Monty Happy Cabinet?" Ron had apparently forgotten what it was.

    "It's the big cracked cabinet that Fred and George stuffed Monty in - well, that's when I kicked and swelled my toes for three days The cabinet." Gwen danced to Ron, "I don't think I saw it this time."

    "You said it yourself," Ginny yawned a little, not taking it seriously, "I'm afraid anyone who goes there next time won't find what they're hiding. Maybe you Get lost, or someone relocated that thing."

    "Perhaps," Gwen yawned contagiously by her, "it's a big cabinet, or I'm blinded. Otherwise, who would move it?"

    Harry listened to their conversation, unusually without comment, and fell into deep thought. Until Jimmy Perks showed up beside him with a roll of parchment in hand.

    "Thank you, Jimmy... Hey, it's Dumbledore's!" said Harry excitedly, quickly unfolding the parchment and looking at it, "He wants me to go to his office, the sooner the better. !"

    Harry and Ron looked at each other.

    "Ah," Ron whispered, "Do you think...he will find...?"

    "Better go and see, no?" Harry said, jumping up.

    Ginny and Katie were already back in the dorm when Harry returned. Ron, Hermione and Gwen are discussing how powerful and dangerous the invention of the Half-Blood Prince is with those new spells. The three of them were surprised to see Harry coming back soon.

    "I don't have much time," Harry gasped. "Dumbledore wants me to get the Invisibility Cloak. Listen..."

    He quickly talked about where and why he was going. Although Hermione gasped in horror, Ron asked hastily questions, and Gwen was confused, he didn't pause, and they could figure out the finer details themselves later.

    "...you understand?" Harry finished quickly, "Dumbledore is away tonight, so Malfoy can let go of his conspiracy. No, listen to me!" Both En and Hermione showed signs of interrupting him, and Harry said in a low voice angrily, "I know it was Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here—" He shoved the Marauder's map into Hermione's hand. "You've got to keep your eyes on him, and you've got to keep your eyes on Snape. Call every D.A. you can find. Hermione, these galleons for contact still work, right? Dumbledore said he The school has been heavily guarded, but if Snape got involved, he'd know what Dumbledore's protections were and how to avoid them - but he wouldn't know that you were also assigned surveillance, would he? "

    "Harry—" Hermione began to ask, her eyes widening in fear.

    "I don't have time to argue with you," Harry said hastily. "You take this—" He threw the socks into Ron's hands.

    "Thanks," said Ron, "er—why did you give me socks?"

    "You'll need something wrapped in a sock, that's a flume. Give Ginny a little too. Say goodbye to her for me. I have to go, Dumbledore is waiting. —”

    "No!" said Hermione, when Ron took out the little bottle of the golden potion with a look of awe, "We don't need this, you carry it, who Know what's going to happen to you?"

    "I'm fine, I'm with Dumbledore," Harry said, "I want to know you're fine...Gwen, if you can get in touch with George, he'd better call Bill Bill. And Lupin, be careful with Snape."

    Before Gwen had time to digest what happened in this minute, he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility and only nodded in panic.

    Then he went away, hurried through the portrait hole and headed for the foyer.

    "Who will explain to me what a Horcrux is?" Gwen