"Are you usually so free? Will finding out the author of this book give you extra points in Potions class?! If you feel like you can't find anything to do, then go help Filch clean the castle every weekend from now on.

!”

"No, sir..."

Elena replied politely, with a hint of appropriate embarrassment on her face.

"The most important thing is, well...this is for...Harry..."

"Harry?" Snape raised his eyebrows and turned to Harry, "What's going on? Tell me!"

"I……"

"Don't try to lie! I can tell!"

Harry Potter swallowed and said cautiously.

"I think... you said this half-blood prince, could it be my father or my mother? The handwriting in the book looks easy to read, and Professor Slughorn said that my mother's potions scores are also very good...

"

"James Pott?! Humph, absolutely impossible!"

Before Harry could finish speaking, Snape snorted and said contemptuously.

"He doesn't understand the subtleties of Potions at all, and he didn't even take the Potions Advanced Class."

"As for...your mother, Lily, Lily Evans."

Snape paused for a moment, looked away from Harry's eyes, took a deep breath and whispered softly.

"You are right. When she was in school, she was always the best witch in the Potions class. When you said that, I remembered that when Evans was studying at Hogwarts, she was the best witch in the Potions class.

I like taking notes in the potions textbook..."

"Wait a minute, professor, do you mean -"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

At the same time, a certain white-haired dumpling standing behind Harry also had a shocked look on his face.

She suddenly realized a problem. The person standing in front of her now was: the most powerful double agent in the wizarding world today, the best dean of Slytherin College, Severus Snape who had deceived countless HP fans.

.

Compared with other idiot wizards, Snape was originally a professional performing master.

"Okay! I repeat, I don't care who this old textbook belonged to before."

Snape waved his hand impatiently and said fiercely.

"If you continue to dwell on this problem, then just return it to me and write to Flourish and Blotts to buy a brand new copy of Potions and Potions. By the way, if I buy a copy of Slughorn's

I learned from the professor that, well, you are still wasting your precious time on boring things——"

"But it doesn't make sense. Why would the owner of this book put a book full of notes around in a random place?"

Hermione frowned and whispered thoughtfully.

"Don't interrupt me, Miss Granger!"

Snape glanced at Hermione standing next to Elena, narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and spoke slowly.

"Speaking of which, you two have slacked off a lot in Potions class recently. It's obvious that you are complacent in thinking that you can get good grades even if you don't work hard? What's even worse is that when you find that your classmates have exceeded

When it comes to myself, I immediately choose to deny and question others despicably, instead of reflecting on my own problems..."

"Sir, we didn't mean that!" Hermione blushed.

"I thought I just said, don't interrupt me, Miss Granger!"

Snape raised his voice indifferently and looked fiercely at the little guys standing behind Harry.

The original plan could be said to be flawless. If it weren't for the instigation of these troublesome students, Harry wouldn't have rushed to the office rashly. As expected, these two little witches were definitely the culprits.

Jealousy was something Snape had seen a lot over the years.

"Listen, during the long years at Hogwarts, the talents of both of you have been average at best..."

Snape said coldly, his eyes like two slits lingering on the two little witches.

"And now the facts have proven that just the old textbooks of a student who has graduated for who knows how many years can help Harry surpass you. What else do you have to be proud of - jealousy? Don't think I can't see it. Instead of spending all your time

Instead of focusing on these aspects, why not think about how to study hard, do you understand?"

"I don't……"

Faced with Professor Snape's violent scolding, tears began to well up in Hermione's eyes.

"Whether there is or not, you know best in your own minds."

Snape said coldly and indifferently, raising his finger in the direction of the door.

"Now, you can leave."

…………

Professor Snape's answer solved some of Harry's confusion.

For example, the content in this old textbook is not dangerous and he can use it with confidence.

For another example, there is a high probability that the "Half-Blood Prince" will not be his father, James Potter.

But what followed was another more tangled speculation - who is this mysterious half-blood prince?

"Maybe it's really your mother?"

At the dinner table that night, when Ginny heard Harry talking about this matter, she analyzed it very carefully.

"It's most likely a girl. At least I don't think this note belongs to a boy, more like a girl."

"His name is the Half-Blood Prince, Ginny."

Ron curled his lips, "How many girls would call themselves a prince? Besides, Professor Snape said it in the end, so that's not necessarily the case..."

"Oh? Then take out your notes and read them?" Ginny glanced at her youngest brother disapprovingly, "Anyway, I don't think there are many boys who can take notes patiently and neatly..."

"Ginny, what you said is too absolute."

Percy Weasley, who was sitting opposite, frowned and looked a little hurt.

"I do have an idea, Harry."

Percy pondered for a few seconds and tilted his head towards the head teacher's desk.

"Why don't you just ask your godfather, Professor Black? I remember that he was a classmate of your mother, so he should know something."

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Chapter completed!