"You probably think I cheated, don't you?"
When they were seated at the Gryffindor table for lunch, Harry felt safer and told them the truth.
Hermione's face darkened as she listened to him.
It was not that she could not accept Harry using some special means to improve himself, but she felt that it was too dangerous to follow someone else's instructions when it came to something as dangerous as making potions.
And at this moment, she had forgotten that for a long time in the past, she had also relied heavily on the notebook's instructions. The difference was that she knew that there was a real person behind the notebook, and that this person would patiently explain every step of the way.
But Harry just took a book and dared to make such a bold move.
This made her feel very unsafe.
Even if he was from the Gryffindor Academy, he should not be so reckless.
"Yes, you didn't do it alone, did you?"
Hermione said somewhat stiffly. She obviously could not blame Harry for this matter, but she could express her own attitude.
But Harry probably misunderstood her attitude.
Even though they were good friends, they weren't the same kind of people. She couldn't expect everyone to be as rational as she was. She couldn't expect everyone to be as rational as she was.
"He just did it in a different way from us," Ron said comfortingly. "He could have gotten into big trouble, right?
He took a risk, so he got compensated. "
He sighed. "Slughorn could have passed the book to me, but, alas, no one wrote in my textbook. From the situation on page 52, it looks like someone vomited on it, but- "
"Wait."
A voice suddenly spoke in Harry's left ear. He smelled the same floral scent he had smelled in Slughorn's classroom.
He turned his head and saw Ginny joining in the conversation.
"Did I hear you right, Harry? You've been following someone else's instructions in a book? "
She looked panicked and angry, and Harry immediately guessed what was going on in her head.
"It's nothing," he lowered his voice and comforted her. "You know, this is not like Liddell's diary.
It's just an old textbook that someone scribbled on. "
"But, did you follow what was written there?"
"I just tried a few tips written in the blanks in the book. To be honest, Jenny, there's nothing strange about it —"
"Ginny has a point." Hermione suddenly perked up. She hated herself for not thinking of this excuse before. This result was obviously much better than being suspected of cheating. She quickly said, "We should check if there's anything wrong with it.
I mean, all those weird descriptions, who knows what's going on? "
"Hey!"
Harry protested angrily, but it was useless. It was obvious that he couldn't beat Hermione, and he didn't have the guts to do so. He could only let the girl take out the book "Advanced Magic Potion Making" from his bag and raise her wand.
"Reveal your true form!"
There was no movement at all.
The textbook was still a textbook. It was old, dirty, and the corners of the book were rolled up.
"Are you done?"
Harry asked irritably, "You want to wait and see if it's going to do a few backward rolls?"
"It doesn't seem to be a problem," Hermione said, still staring at the textbook suspiciously. "It does look like... just a textbook."
"Very well, then I'll take it back," Harry said, grabbing the book from the table.
Harry snatched the book from the table, but it slipped from his hand and fell open on the floor.
No one noticed it.
Harry stooped to pick it up, and was just about to do so when he saw what was written at the bottom of the back cover, in the same small, close handwriting as had been written in the instructions that had helped him win the potion, which was now safely tucked away in a pair of stockings in his trunk upstairs.
This book belonged to Half-Blood Prince.
...
Hermione left this question for the weekend cram school.
Jon really didn't have much to do recently. The laboratory was finishing up, Dumbledore was finishing up, and there was only one place in the Sky Garden. If he wanted to open the entrance, he had to keep trying. The whole world suddenly seemed to stop. It didn't make a difference whether he was there or not.
This might be the loneliness of successful people.
However, this wasn't a problem for Chown. Or rather, this was the life that he wanted.
Once upon a time, his wish was so simple. He wanted to live the life of an ordinary person.
But it was normal for things to go against one's wishes.
Of course, even if things went against his wishes and he had to do something he didn't want to do before, he still did those things well.
The world didn't revolve around one person. Jon understood this a long time ago. Even if he became the will of the world, he still needed to serve the world and not let the world serve him.
So this was the theme of his class with Hermione that night.
"We have a lot of things to do in this world. Some things we want to do, and some things we don't want to do but have to do.
I was once 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 story from some special channels. After all, although I asked them to do a good job of keeping it a secret, the things of an academy can't be hidden from people who want to.
You are not those arrogant Slythrin. You know what kind of angle to look at a problem from. "
"Actually, I know this principle," Hermione said.
Hermione said aloud. She looked at Jon, whose eyes were full of approval, indicating for her to continue.
"There are always a lot of interfering factors in the development and change of a matter.
After I became a Wizard, my father bought a lot of philosophy books to read at home, and I vaguely read some of them.
Although I don't think that fatalism is correct, after experiencing so much, I do admit that there are some things … It's as if there's an invisible hand in the dark, pushing me to do these things, forcing us to do them.
At first, I thought that this hand was Dumbledore's hand, then I thought it was you, but now I feel that whether it's Professor Dumbledore or us, we are all pushed by this line.
Teacher, what can we do to leave this line? "
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