"Why do we have to leave this line?"
Jon asked. "Living in this world is bound to be more or less interfered with.
In the eyes of many, you are very lucky, because you can become the protagonists of this world.
Even if it seems hard, or you understand the pain and suffering, you are still the object of envy. "
"This kind of envy often brings a lot of pressure, and I don't know if I can handle it."
"Perhaps, but this is the meaning of my existence. Dumbledore and I both feel that you are the most suitable person. In this matter, Harry may be the hero who will face Voldemort in the end, but you are the most suitable person to do it all."
"Is it because of my background?"
"Perhaps it is, or perhaps it is because of something else. In short, Dumbledore and I have considered very carefully. For you, the Weasley child, Harry, and even some others, such as your classmate Neville Longbottom, we have considered all of your characteristics.
We have carefully considered each and every one of you. For example, we believe that Neville can become an excellent Auror, just like his parents.
Harry, on the other hand, has inherited many of his father's characteristics.
Of course, this is a euphemism. In essence, these characteristics are flaws.
Even if his mother is very outstanding, there is no way to change this.
The descendants of pure-blooded wizards often had a lot of shortcomings like this, which came with their bloodline. This was because blindly pursuing a pure-blooded bloodline was not a good thing for a creature.
This is just a kind of behavior that intelligent creatures use to go against nature, just like how they use their energy to change the world. "
This was a very straightforward thing to say, a simple principle that did not even need to be understood.
If life could be changed, then who knew if changing this thing itself was not part of one's life?
But thinking too much about these philosophical questions was simply asking for trouble. Hermione liked to do her best, but she would not try to change her life.
There was no need.
She did not need to do anything to become a better version of herself, and she was already better than most people.
"The world needs to change. We can't use a world stage method to continue until the end. This will only lead to the destruction of a civilization."
Jon sat at the small table with his legs crossed. He felt that he was much happier than Dumbledore.
"Then … do I need to change?"
"Oh, I'm not talking about you. You don't need to change at all. I'm just giving you an example to prove the nature of this world. Judging from the current situation, you don't need to change at all. In fact, I need you to become more extreme and sacrifice a part of yourself to cooperate with Harry's actions. You should know better than me what you'll become like, right?"
"Yes, but is it really necessary to go this far?"
"Of course, we need to train Harry to face Voldemort. This is also part of the training."
"Then I understand."
…
In the next few Potions classes, every time the half-blood Prince raised objections to Libazzo Polachi's textbook, Harry did as the half-blood Prince suggested. As a result, in the fourth Potions class, Slughorn was full of praise for Harry's ability, saying that he had rarely taught such a talented student.
Ron was not very happy about this, and Hermione's performance was similar to Ron's.
Although Harry took out his book and shared it with the two of them, Ron could not read the handwriting as skillfully as Harry, and could not always ask Harry to read it aloud to him, so as not to arouse suspicion.
As for Hermione, she unswervingly followed Jon's instructions and followed the "official" instructions in the book. As a result, the potions she brewed were far less satisfactory than those brewed according to the Prince's instructions, so her temper became worse and worse.
At least on the surface.
She felt that she might have been too immersed in her role, at least according to Jon's words, she did a good job and did not let anyone see that she was acting.
"You will be an excellent politician. I think you are the right person to be a minister."
Jon said so, which made Hermione feel flattered.
In the past two days, Harry had been secretly guessing who the half-blood Prince was.
Because he had too much homework, he had not been able to carefully study the book "Advanced Magic Potion Making", but he had roughly flipped through it from beginning to end, and found that the Prince had added notes on almost every page, and those notes were not all related to the production of potions.
Some of the notes looked like spells that the Prince had made up himself.
"Maybe it's a woman," Hermione said impatiently one Saturday night in the common room as Harry read out the spells to Ron. She had been acting like this recently. Although she did not think that with Harry's intelligence, he would be able to guess that this person was Snape, but she was a professional actress.
Most importantly, this incident did not change her impression of Snape, "It could also be a girl.
I don't think those notes are from a boy, more like a girl. "
"He's called the half-blood Prince."
Harry said, "How many girls call themselves Prince?"
Hermione was speechless.
She just frowned and took away the article she had written titled "The Principle of Ghost Manifestation", scaring Ron, who was peeking at it.
Harry looked at his watch, and hurriedly stuffed his old "Advanced Magic Potion Making" textbook into his bag.
"It's five minutes to eight, I have to hurry, or I'll be late for Dumbledore."
"Yo!"
Hermione was shocked, and immediately looked up, "Good luck! We'll wait for you to come back.
We want to hear what he has to teach you. "
"I hope everything goes well."
Ron said, and they both watched Harry leave through the hole in the portrait.
Harry walked quickly through the empty corridor, and suddenly saw Professor Trelawney turn the corner, shuffling a dirty deck of cards in her hands, muttering to herself as she read the points on the cards. Harry quickly hid behind a statue.
"Two of Spades: Conflict."
As she walked past where Harry was hiding, she muttered, "Seven of Spades: Ill omen."
"Ten of Spades: Violence."
"Jack of Spades: A black-haired young man, very likely upset and unwilling to be questioned —"
She stopped, standing on the other side of the statue that Harry was hiding behind.
"Well, that's not right," she said worriedly.
She said fretfully, and Harry heard her shuffle the cards energetically and go on again, leaving behind her only a whiff of sherry behind her.
Harry waited until he was sure that she was out of sight, and then hurried away from the statue, until he reached the eighth-floor corridor where the stone monster stood alone.
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