Chapter 541 The Half-Blood Prince's Property, Phineas' Important Information (1/2)

Chapter 541 The property of the "Half-Blood Prince", important information about Phineas

Under the envious gaze of the crowd, Slughorn handed a small bottle of Felix Felicis to Clea.

She accepted it readily, but put the bottle in front of Aaron after class.

"You prepared the water of birth and death before me, so you should keep this reward for yourself!"

"I don't need you to let me." Clea said unhappily, "Don't I know if others don't know? It's not difficult for you to modify the formula.

It's just that on the one hand you don't want to be too famous, and on the other hand you are just lazy."

"But in the end you won, didn't you?" Aaron shrugged, and then stopped Harry Potter who was about to leave the classroom, "This book is good."

Harry subconsciously grabbed the "Advanced Potion Making" in his hand, but then he thought that with Aaron's level of potion, there was no need to snatch this book from him.

"I don't know who his previous owner was, but he must be a master of potions." Harry said very confidently. He defeated Hermione just by the operating steps in this book, which was enough to prove the ability of the owner of this book.

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course."

Aaron took the textbook, flipped through it roughly, and his face suddenly became extremely exciting.

Damn! I knew it was not a coincidence.

The annotations on this book are dense, almost lowering the difficulty of making advanced potions by half a level, but more importantly, the handwriting is exactly the same as Severus Snape.

"Interesting, this is very interesting." Aaron looked at Harry Potter meaningfully. If he knew that the owner of this book was Professor Snape, whom he hated the most, I wonder if he would still be happy for picking up a bargain.

Seeing Aaron looking at him with a smile, Harry's heart skipped a beat and asked nervously: "Is there any problem with this book?"

"No problem, not at all.

I happen to know the owner of this book. You can only be lucky to get it (definitely not arranged by some old immortal)."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and left with the textbook excitedly.

He had already made up his mind. When the new book arrived, he would change the book cover and return the new book to the closet. As for the old book, he would keep it for himself.

Exchange the old for the new, the school would not lose out!

"If I'm not mistaken, he should know the owner of the book, right?" Claire asked.

"More than knowing him! He is so familiar with him.

But it has nothing to do with us, so don't talk nonsense."

"I know, I'm not a child anymore."

In the next few days, Harry often brought the book with him and read it whenever he had time. He finally learned the name of the original owner of the book, 'Half-Blood Prince', from the back cover.

He became very interested in the 'Half-Blood Prince' because the book not only contained potion knowledge that could make his grades soar, but also some spells that Professor Flitwick had never taught him. They should have been compiled by the 'Half-Blood Prince' himself.

......

Saturday night, the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore sat in front of his desk and looked at the two items solemnly.

It was also a black diary, but there were several transparent holes on it, and it was rotten to the point of being rotten. It was also a ring, but the black gem on it had a deep crack.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

There was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore put the ring and diary in the drawer, "Harry, you got the letter, come in!"

"Good evening, sir."

"Sit down first!" Dumbledore smiled, "How are you doing recently?"

"Very good, professor."

"Do you like the class? I know Professor Slughorn likes you very much."

"I think he overestimates my level." Harry said with a guilty conscience.

He relied on the Half-Blood Prince's notes to achieve good results in the Potions class this week. Hermione and Ron knew it, but Professor Slughorn just thought he inherited his parents' talents.

"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore said playfully.

"Absolutely true."

"Hahaha!" Dumbledore laughed, "How is Aaron doing recently? I noticed that he and Clea are very close."

"Well... I don't think their relationship has reached that stage yet." Harry said thoughtfully, "Aaron doesn't seem to want to waste time on this."

"Yeah! I can feel that he is under a lot of pressure.

What about Miss Granger? As far as I know, she seems to be interested in Gaius."

"Professor, is it appropriate for you to ask this?" Harry asked in surprise.

"After all, he is the headmaster, and it is normal to care about the lives of students!" Dumbledore said slowly, and then met Harry's suspicious eyes.

"Well, I'm just curious, and Aaron's parents have asked me to pay close attention to this matter."

Harry's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't doubt it. "Hermione was a little depressed at first, but her state was not affected much, and she quickly adjusted.

But surprisingly, her relationship with Clea is getting better and better, and the two often meet in the library."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, "I think you must be curious about why I asked you to come here tonight."

"Is it related to the prophecy?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Yes, the answer is here." Dumbledore stood up from his seat, walked around the table, and walked past Harry.

He took out the Pensieve from the cabinet and placed it on the table, then took Harry to a storage shelf filled with crystal bottles containing rotating, floating silver substances.

"All you see are memories, all of which are related to Voldemort."

"All?" Harry said in astonishment.

"Yes, all, starting from when his parents fell in love.

I spent a lot of time looking for relevant personnel to collect them. It is not easy to find these after so many years." Dumbledore took out a small bottle, "If you want to be the one who survives the prophecy, you must know your opponent well enough.

You have to see all of these, but what we are going to see tonight is this, this is the scene when I first met him."

Harry swallowed his saliva, opened the bottle cap, and poured the silver substance into the Pensieve.

Huh!

He took a deep breath and plunged into the basin.

After a dizzy spell, he kept falling. When his feet landed, he saw Dumbledore holding an umbrella and opening the door of an orphanage.

Here he saw Voldemort in his childhood, or Tom Riddle.

"Are you a doctor?" Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore sitting on the bed expressionlessly, his tone full of impatience.

"No, I'm a professor."

"I don't believe it. She wants me to see a doctor. They think I'm different from others."

"They may be right."

"I'm not crazy."

"Hogwarts is not a lunatic asylum." Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts is a school, a school that teaches magic.

You can do something, right, Tom?

Something that other children can't do."

"I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals listen to me without teaching, and if someone treats me badly, I can make him suffer.

I can hurt them as long as I want." Tom Riddle said lightly, "Who are you?"

"I'm the same as you, Tom.

Different."

"Prove it to me."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and his face showed some helplessness.

He could see that this child was very wary. If he didn't prove it, he wouldn't believe a word he said even if he said it was exaggerated.

The next moment, the wardrobe in the room was on fire, but there was no damage at all.

Seeing this scene, Tom Riddle finally raised a smile.

Now he was sure that the old man was not talking nonsense. They were the same kind of magicians, different from ordinary people.

"It seems that something in your wardrobe wants to get out, Tom." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

Tom Riddle opened the door, and an iron box jumped out and fell into his hand.

There were no valuable items in it, just a few small toys.

"Hogwarts does not allow stealing," Dumbledore said patiently, "In Hogwarts, you not only have to learn how to use magic, but also learn how to control magic. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing this, Tom Riddle nodded silently.

It was not until Dumbledore left the room that he suddenly spoke, "I can still talk to snakes. They found me and whispered to me.

Is this normal for someone like me?"

......

The memory ended here, and Harry slowly moved his head away from the Pensieve.

His face was heavy and his breathing was a little rapid. "Did you know at the time, Professor?"

"I didn't know that he would become the most evil dark wizard in history. I just thought Tom was deep-minded at the time. All I could do was pay attention to him and guide him, but from the results, I didn't succeed.

Even if I knew, I... I couldn't do anything to a child." Dumbledore said, and then changed the subject, "He has been very close to a teacher during his years at Hogwarts. Guess who that teacher is?"

Harry pondered for a while, "Is this why you persuaded Professor Slughorn to come back?"

"Professor Slughorn has something I urgently need, and he will naturally not hand it over easily."

"He likes talented students and wants to take them in." Harry thought, "You want me to agree, right?"

"Yes." Dumbledore said, "Aaron won't help us, and he won't let Clea get involved.

In short, this can only be done by you, the sooner the better."

Harry clenched his fists and nodded seriously.

Neither of them noticed that a portrait on the wall had listened to their conversation word for word, and they didn't notice that the portrait quietly stepped out of the frame.

At the same time, in the Divine Voice Hall.

The portrait of Phineas hurried to the blank frame, "Is anyone there?"

A black shadow ninja crawled out from the ground, took the portrait off the wall, and sent it to the thought body that was making potions in the potion room.

"What's the matter?"

"Important information, very important, Dumbledore met with Harry Potter tonight."

"Tell me what they talked about?"

"My great-grandson..." Phineas hesitated, "How is his recovery?"

"He can be resurrected at any time." The thought body said confidently, "He has been treated for several months in a row. Now, as long as his soul is stuffed into the body to adapt for half an hour, he can be completely restored.

But now there is still a long time before two years. It is not good for me to resurrect him in advance. After all, Sirius is not a person who can sit idle, right?"

"Thank you."

Phineas breathed a sigh of relief, and then told the thought body about the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry.

"That's all I heard. I can't see the specific memories."

"Voldemort's childhood memories are not important at all. He didn't even set foot in the magic world at that time. Even if he had more thoughts, he couldn't do anything." The thought body said indifferently, and then changed the subject, "But Dumbledore and Harry's conversation is different. That is the summary and the key point.

More importantly, Dumbledore finally had self-knowledge this time and didn't have any ideas about me and Claire.

I am very satisfied with the information this time. I will continue next time."

Phineas nodded hesitantly and turned to leave the photo frame.

"What do you think?" The thought body looked at Aaron who was practicing magic circles on the back of the photo frame and asked.

"Phineas is more sensible than I thought. The contract we signed with him is very simple. He didn't need to tell us this information."

"He is worried that we will hinder Sirius' resurrection. He is a little bit mean-spirited." The thought body said disdainfully, "But it is understandable. After all, it is related to the inheritance of the Black family. The more satisfied we are, the less worries his great-grandson will have.

And the information he provided is very important, but it is not worth much to say that it is not important. After all, it has nothing to do with us."

"I think so too." Aaron nodded, "How is the potion making going?"

"You want to make a more cost-effective portable pill, but..." the thought body said a little depressed, "Some potions, such as truth serum, can make hundreds of pills in a small bottle, while some potions, such as felicity, can only make a few pills in a small bottle. There are also some, such as polyjuice potion, which need to add the hair or nails of the transformed object to be successful. What should I do?"

"First do what you can do, and as for what you can't do, just put it on the potion and don't move it."

"The hard life of a worker!" The thought body said speechlessly.

Aaron shrugged embarrassedly and continued to practice magic circles.

At this time, the system prompt suddenly appeared in his ears, "Host, please note that the system panel has been successfully updated."

"Open the task panel." Aaron said impatiently.

[Slughorn's Secret (Find out what Dumbledore urgently needs);

Complete the task to reward 800 magic points; no penalty for failed tasks; Do you accept it? 】

"Oh! Finally, I got a chance."

Aaron decisively chose to accept it. The 800 magic points reward was enough for him to save more than two months of hard work. There was no reason to give up.

And the difficulty of this task...almost nothing. When Harry succeeds, he will have to report to Dumbledore. Then he can get it for free.