Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Harry stared at the contents of Hermione's cauldron in stunned silence. He wanted to believe that it was just a pot of water, but looking at Hermione's calm face, it was just wishful thinking on his part.

Moreover, Professor Slughorn's reaction also gave the answer.

"Excellent, so outstanding!" He took out the small bottle containing the elixir and shouted excitedly, "The undisputed winner! Oh my god, it's unbelievable!"

"Here, take it, you deserve it!"

Hermione took the elixir, shook it, and put it in her pocket. Slughorn put away his excitement slightly and comforted Harry: "You have done a good job, Harry.

It can be seen that you have inherited your mother's talent in potions, and you can complete it with just a little more time."

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry was very pleased with Professor Slughorn's praise, but what made him even more happy were the four Slytherins, especially the anger on Malfoy's face at this moment.

He was even happier than when he won the Quidditch trophy.

"Great, did you see Malfoy's expression just now? I dare say he wants that bottle of Felixir very much!" Ron said happily as he walked away from the classroom.

Apart from Malfoy, he didn't care who got the bottle of Felixir, not to mention that the final winner was expected to be Hermione.

I just didn't expect that Harry's potion skills were so high. I was obviously about the same level as him before.

"Harry, how did you do that?" Ron asked naturally after thinking about it.

"Maybe it's luck..." Harry replied casually. From the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy standing not far away. This secret could not be told to him. Until dinner, he was surrounded by Gryffindors.

Finally, Harry told Hermione and Ron the truth.

"Did I hear you right? Have you been following the instructions in a book?" Ginny, who was also nearby, heard Harry's words and immediately interjected, "Have you forgotten what your mother said? Be careful no matter what it is.

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"It's just an old textbook that has been scribbled on, Ginny, there's nothing to worry about." Harry looked unconcerned, but no one except him and Ron saw it that way.

"Let's check it out, Harry, just in case." Hermione advised. After hearing this, Harry thought about it and thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

Hermione took out the old textbook from her backpack and put it on the table. Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at it, whispering: "The prototype appears!"

A soft white light fell on the textbook, but nothing happened.

"No problem." Hermione concluded directly, and no one else had any objections. They believed in Hermione's magic level.

"Let me just say, it's just an old textbook." Harry happily put the textbook back into his backpack and patted it.

In the next few Potions lessons this week, Harry kept brewing potions according to the steps in the old textbooks, and was praised by Professor Slughorn every time. However, Hermione was as always better than him.

She was excellent, which made her Slughorn's "favorite" student.

Harry was not jealous. In his opinion, it was natural for Hermione to be better than him. But at the same time, he also discovered a very strange thing - Hermione's steps for handling potions were exactly the same as his!

Since taking out the book for Hermione to test that day, Hermione hasn't read it again. Harry did show the textbook to Ron, but he couldn't read the handwriting very well. He just glanced at it a few times.

Returned it.

However, Harry also knew the owner of this textbook. He found a line of small words on the back cover: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

"Half-Blood Prince? Never heard of it."

On Saturday night, Harry told Hermione and Ron about this, hoping to get an answer from the two...mainly Hermione, but Hermione thought for a long time and couldn't think of any Potions Master's nickname.

It's the Half-Blood Prince.

"The original owner of this textbook must have been an outstanding potion master." Ron interjected.

"Of course I know that, he has improved the steps for brewing potions!" Harry said, but his eyes kept falling on Hermione.

After hesitating in his heart for a long time, he asked softly: "Hermione, there is one thing I am very confused about. You..."

"You want to ask why you and I make the potion in exactly the same steps, right?" Hermione put down the quill in her hand, raised her head and glanced at Harry before lowering her head again.

"You don't want to know, Harry."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Hermione didn't stop and was still doing her homework seriously, but she couldn't resist Harry's constant questioning and Ron's encouragement.

Finally, he got a little tired of being asked, so he replied: "Ike's notes are here, and those steps are all on them."

"Stride?!" Harry was startled, and when he was about to say something, Ron preempted him.

"Why are his things at your place? And why are they the same as this 'Half-Blood Prince'?"

"Is he the Half-Blood Prince? This is impossible!"

"Of course he is not," Hermione said, "Harry's textbook is obviously from decades ago, how is that possible!"

"Yes." Harry nodded subconsciously and responded, but then he realized, "But Hermione, why are their steps so similar?"

"I don't know, maybe outstanding people are all the same in some aspects."

Harry was silent. He wanted to refute Hermione's words, for example, it was impossible for the traitor Strayed to do this, but he did not say it in the end.

Everyone has to admit that Strider is the best of their generation, and perhaps the best in recent years.

He didn't say anything, but Ron spoke up. Ever since the first day of school, Ron's feelings towards Ike have changed from hostility to hatred, even a little morbid, and he is extremely opposed to everything good about Ike.

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Hermione's choice was to ignore this and go back to the dormitory with her homework in hand. Anyway, Ron's temper came and went quickly, and he forgot about it the next day.

In this matter, the magic toys confiscated by Hermione played an extremely crucial role.

"Okay, Ron." Harry grabbed Ron who was about to say something and stuffed back the trick toy he had just dropped to the ground, "It's almost eight o'clock, I have to go, Ron

, Dumbledore will be late."

"Okay, everything goes well." Ron was stunned for a moment, and then sent his blessing to Harry with a smile on his face.

"Well, wait for my good news!" Harry packed up his things, carried his backpack and got into the portrait hole. When he turned around before leaving, Ron was completely immersed in the toys.