"Are you crazy?"
Harry looked at the happy Hermione and said incredulously, "I'm going to keep it. I've thought about it for a long time —"
He pulled out the old Advanced Magic Potion Making textbook from his backpack, tapped the cover with his wand, and said, "Fall apart!"
The cover immediately fell off.
He did the same with the new book.
Then, Harry swapped the two covers with each other, tapped them again, and said, "Restore as new!"
So, the Prince's book was disguised as a new book, and the new book that had just been sent from Lir's Mark looked tattered and completely second-hand.
"I gave the new book back to Slughorn. There's nothing for him to complain about. I spent nine Garen's. "
Hermione pursed her lips, her face full of anger and dissatisfaction. Of course, it was just an expression, she really didn't care about this thing at all.
When a person had more important things to do, who would care if others were busy with lower level things?
But this matter had something to do with Dumbledore. Jon had told her before that the grades of Magic Potions were important to Harry, so Hermione was just putting on an act, but she wasn't really going to strongly object to Harry keeping the Half-Blood Prince book.
But now the situation was a little awkward, because she could only stare at this thing now.
Fortunately, at this moment, a third owl landed in front of her with the day's Daily Prophet, which naturally diverted her attention.
She hurriedly opened the newspaper and glanced at the first page.
"Is anyone we know dead?"
Ron asked in a feigned casual tone, a question he would ask every time Hermione opened the newspaper.
"No, but there are reports of Dementors attacking again," Hermione said. "And someone was arrested."
"That's great, who?"
Harry said, thinking of Béla Trix Lestrange.
"Stan Sampak," Hermione said.
"What?" Harry was shocked.
Stan Sampak, a famous Wizard knight and bus conductor, was arrested on suspicion of engaging in Death Eater activities.
Mr. Sampak, now twenty-one years old, was arrested after a police raid on his house in Clapham last night …
"Stan Sampak is a Death Eater?"
Harry remembered the first time he met a young man with pimples three years ago. He couldn't believe his ears. "That's impossible!"
"He's probably under the Soul Seizing Curse."
Ron analyzed reasonably, "This is something that can't be said for sure."
"It doesn't seem like it."
Hermione was still reading the newspaper. "It says that he was arrested after he was heard talking about the secret plans of the Death Eaters in a tavern."
She looked up with a troubled expression on her face.
"If he's under the Soul-Seizing Spell, he won't be able to go around discussing their plans, right?"
"Looks like he wants to show off that he knows a lot of things."
Ron said, "Didn't he brag that he was going to be the Minister of Magic when he wanted to get close to those dolls?"
"Yes, that's him. I really don't understand what the Ministry of Magic is up to. They actually took Stan's words seriously. "
"They probably want everyone to see what they're doing."
Hermione frowned. "After all, everyone is in a panic now. Did you know that the parents of the Petil twins are going to take them home?
Eloise Midgen has already dropped out of school. Her father came to pick her up last night. "
"What!"
Ron stared. "But Hogwarts is safer than their home!
We have Auror, so many new protection spells, and Dumbledore! "
"I don't think he's actually with us all the time."
Hermione lowered her voice and glanced from the Prophet to the staff table. "Haven't you noticed? In recent weeks, his seat has often been empty, just like Hagrid's. "
"I think he left school to do something related to the Phoenix Society. I mean … the situation seems very serious now, doesn't it?"
Harry and Ron didn't answer, but Harry knew that they were both thinking the same thing.
Because of a terrible accident the day before, Hannah Abbott was called out of her herbal medicine class and told that her mother had been killed.
They hadn't seen Hannah since.
Five minutes later, as they left the Gryffindor table and walked towards the Quidditch field, they saw Lavender Brown and Parvati Petil.
Harry remembered that Hermione had said that the Petil twins' parents wanted them out of Hogwarts, so he wasn't surprised to see the two friends whispering sadly to each other.
What surprised him was that as Ron walked past them, Parvati suddenly elbowed Lavender. Lavender turned around and gave Ron a bright smile.
Ron blinked at her and smiled back hesitantly.
His gait immediately became swaggering and haughty.
Harry wanted to laugh, but he quickly suppressed it, remembering that Ron hadn't laughed at him when Malfoy had stepped on his nose.
Hermione, on the other hand, was arrogant and indifferent. She walked through the cold, misty drizzle to the field below, and then, without saying good luck to Ron, went straight to the stands to find a seat.
As Harry had expected, the tryouts went on for almost the whole morning.
But it had to be said that the tryouts didn't go well. He had never known that there were so many oddballs in Hogwarts. Every one of them was very special, very different, and very frustrating.
The job of recruiting and interviewing was like torture to him, but he couldn't push this job to others. Now he suddenly remembered why Wood had been so happy when Professor McGonagall took him to see him. It was because one more reliable player on the team meant that he would have to face fewer such people in the next interview.
God have mercy on me, Harry swore that he really didn't mean anything else. He just wanted to recruit two normal players.
At least, the kind of players who wouldn't hit him directly in the face. He really carried out his original idea of using people he was familiar with to be more comfortable. At least everyone was familiar with each other, and it would save a lot of time to break in.
Hermione was also very happy because she cast a curse to help Ron in the stands, but then she realized that something was wrong with her, because Harry seemed to have noticed her abnormality.
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