HP Approaches the Magic World

"You probably think I cheated, right?"

When they sat down at the Gryffindor table for lunch, Harry felt safer and told them the truth.

Hermione's face became increasingly gloomy as she listened to his narration.

It wasn't that she couldn't accept Harry using some special means to improve himself, she just felt that it would be too dangerous to follow other people's instructions if something really happened when making something as dangerous as potions.

.

At this moment, she has forgotten that for a long time in the past, she also relied heavily on the guidance of that notebook. The difference is that she knows that behind the notebook is a real person, and this person will do it every time

Very patiently explain the reasons for each step.

But Harry only took a book and dared to make such a bold move.

This really made her feel unsafe.

Even a person from Gryffindor House should not behave so recklessly.

"Yeah, you didn't do it on your own, right?"

Hermione said a little stiffly that she obviously couldn't make any accusations against Harry for this matter, but she could express her attitude.

But Harry probably misunderstood her attitude.

If you misunderstand, just misunderstand. Although we are good friends, we are not the same people after all. She cannot ask everyone to be as rational as herself and always have the upper hand.

"He just operates in a different way from us," Ron comforted: "He might also get into big trouble, right?

He took a risk and was compensated."

He sighed: "Slughorn might have handed me that book, but, alas, no one has written in my textbook. Judging from the fifty-two pages, it seems that someone has written in it.

I vomited on it, but—"

"etc."

A voice suddenly said next to Harry's left ear, and he smelled the floral fragrance again that he smelled in Slughorn's classroom.

He turned around and saw Ginny joining in their conversation.

"Did I hear you correctly, Harry? You've been following instructions written in a book?"

She looked panicked and angry, and Harry immediately guessed what was going on in her mind.

"It's nothing," he reassured her in a low voice, "You know, this isn't like Riddle's diary.

It was just an old textbook that had been scribbled on."

"But, you did what it said?"

"I just tried a few tips written in the margins of the book, and to be honest, Ginny, there's nothing weird about it—"

"Ginny makes sense," Hermione suddenly cheered up. She hated herself for not thinking of this excuse before. This result was obviously much better than suspected cheating. She said quickly, "We should check it to see if there is anything wrong with it."

Something's wrong.

I mean, all those weird instructions, who knows what’s going on?”

"Hello!"

Harry protested angrily, but it was in vain. Obviously he couldn't beat Hermione, and he didn't have the courage. He could only let the girl pull out the book "Advanced Potion Making" from his bag and hold it up.

magic wand.

"The true form is revealed!"

Nothing happened.

The textbook is still a textbook, old and dirty, and the corners of the books are rolled up.

"Is it finished?"

Harry asked angrily: "You still want to wait and see if it will do a few back rolls?"

"It seems okay," Hermione said, still staring at the textbook suspiciously: "It does look like... just a textbook."

"Very good, then I'll take it back."

Harry said as he snatched the textbook from the table, but it slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

No one noticed.

Harry bent down and was about to pick up the book. At this moment, he saw something written on the bottom of the back cover. It was still a small, dense handwriting, the same as the instructions that helped him win the elixir.

, and the bottle of elixir is now safely hidden in a pair of socks in his box upstairs.

This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

…

This question was left to Hermione's tutoring class on the weekend.

Jon has really had nothing to do recently. The laboratory is finishing work, and Dumbledore is finishing work. There is only one place in the sky garden, and you have to keep trying to open the entrance. The whole world suddenly seems to have stopped, with or without him.

There is no difference.

This may be the loneliness of successful people.

But this matter is not a problem for Jon, or in other words, this is actually the life he wants.

Once upon a time, his wish was so simple, he wanted to live an ordinary life.

But things that go against expectations are the norm in the world.

Of course, even if things went against his wishes and he had to do something he had never thought of doing before, he still did these things well.

The world does not revolve around one person. Jon understood this truth a long time ago. Even if he becomes the will of the world, he still needs to serve the world instead of letting the world serve him.

So this was the topic of his class with Hermione tonight.

“We have a lot of things to do in this world, some things we want to do, some things we don’t want to do but have to do,

I used to be just an ordinary student at Hogwarts. I became what I am today, partly because of my own efforts, and partly because I had no choice.

Maybe you can hear my past stories from some special channels. After all, although I asked them to keep it confidential, things in a college cannot always be hidden from those who want to know.

You are not one of those Slytherins who has his eyes above his head and knows what angle to look at a problem from."

"Actually, I know this truth."

Hermione said aloud, she looked at Jon, whose eyes were full of approval, and motioned for her to continue.

“There are always many interfering factors in the development and change of a thing.

After I became a wizard, my father bought a lot of philosophy books to read at home, and I also vaguely read some.

Although I don't think fatalism is correct, after experiencing so much, I do admit that there are some things... It's like there is an invisible hand in the dark, pushing my actions and making us have to do it.

These things.

At first I thought this hand was Dumbledore's hand, and then I thought it was yours, but now I feel that both Professor Dumbledore and us are the ones being pushed on this line.

Teacher, what should we do to get out of this line?"