The shabby books, the sloppy handwriting... Harry hated the textbook for the first time.

Although his own textbooks are also various graffiti;

Otherwise, I won’t read it once every six months, let alone notes, at the end of the semester, it will be as clean as new…

But it did not prevent him from despising this second-hand book full of notes.

It was just after one class that everything changed.

He suddenly felt completely different awe of the owner of the second-hand book.

The reason is very simple:

He followed the "special" steps of this book and was the second person to complete the Living Hell Decoction in the whole class.

And the completion is very high.

It’s like picking up a paper full of answers before the exam and flipped through it casually... It was just the original question during the exam.

Harry, who could not even enter the advanced class, suddenly became a top student.

Moreover, if a monster like Hermione is not included, then wouldn’t he be the number one person, and the Fuling Agent is also his?

Harry suddenly looked forward to the second potion class. He didn't like it, but wanted to continue to feel the happiness of the top student.

After all, before...

He, an existence who is mocked by Snape every day as a waste;

He, a little wizard who is called the second silly in the Potion Class, second only to the big silly Neville, and slightly higher than the three silly Ron;

He, a student who never got O's score...

There was such a strong day.

Has he finally awakened after five years of confusion, and began to show his talent and become a potion genius?!

This is certainly impossible.

After five years of compulsory education, if Harry didn't have a b-number for himself, he would really have no b-number.

Except for Black Magic Defense, his talent is mediocre in most subjects.

It is far from Lily and James who are praised by everyone.

Sometimes, when Harry was tortured by Ron's snoring late at night, he couldn't help but think:

Are you my own biological child?

But now it's different, it's all thanks to the book "High Potion Making".

Then the mixed-race prince must be a peerless potion genius, at least seven or eight stories taller than Snape.

After all, Snape couldn't take him off, and the mixed-race prince,

able!

In just one lesson, Harry has become the shape of a prince.

If he hadn't been afraid of being beaten, he would have walked to Snape's office with his textbook, and gave him a middle finger and mocked him:

"Bah, compared to the prince, you are just a hot chicken! You don't deserve it if you wash his underwear!"

At this time, Harry really wanted to know who this big man named "Mixed Race Prince" was?

"The owner of this book is not you, William, is it your sixth grade textbook?" Ron boldly guessed.

Anyway, in his opinion, as long as something awesome happened, it would be true that William did it.

Hearing Ron's words, Anne turned her head curiously and glanced at the words, then curled her lips:

"Such ugly and sloppy words are obviously not the handwriting of my brother.

Also, all the textbooks he used were stolen by Hermione, so how could it be placed in the Potions classroom?"

Hermione gave Annie a blank look. Is that called stealing?

That's called treasure!

When she gets old, she can still take it out and recall her youth.

"Maybe it's a girl's book," Hermione guessed, "I think those notes are not like boys, but more like girls."

"He is called 'Half-Blood Prince'," said Harry. "How many girls call themselves prince?"

"Prince doesn't mean only the prince, or the surname," Hermione said quickly.

Harry was speechless and even a little excited.

It's not bad if it's a girl, but she's so talented, she must be very beautiful.

Ginny squinted her eyes, looked at Harry, and snorted, retorting:

"It shouldn't be a girl! Also, don't always be a 'prince', as if that's his identity.

I dare say that was just a stupid nickname, and he didn't feel like a serious person!

Harry, you'd better stay away from this book, if this is what Death Eater deliberately puts it there..."

"I don't know where you got the impression from." Harry said excitedly.

"If the prince was a Death Eater, he wouldn't have said he was 'mixed', right?"

Harry regretted it after saying that, because Ginny's face turned red and seemed to be embarrassed by being criticized.

Then, she turned her head and went to her boyfriend Andy for comfort.

Looking at the two of them holding hands and sitting together for dinner, Harry didn't know why he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

"No! I like Qiu, I won't like two people at the same time. I'm not a scumbag, not that kind of man..." Harry warned himself so.

Hermione stared at the notes of the book, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly said:

"Wait, there are some problems with the processing steps of magic materials here, William..."

She has made potions for many years and has many steps, which are different from textbooks and are in a simpler way.

All these were learned from William.

And in this book, she saw a lot of familiar operations.

After William took it, he carefully distinguished the handwriting.

He flipped through the textbook and suddenly laughed: "I know whose book this is."

"Whose?" Harry was very excited. He was about to find the prince's identity.

"Are you sure you want to know, Harry?" William looked at him with a smile.

"Of course, I have to thank that person very well. I think I can learn a lot from him." Harry was like a licking dog, and praised the prince.

"You actually know that person, and you have also taken his class."

"Who?" Harry was a little confused.

He hasn't taken Dumbledore's class.

And Professor McGonagall, notes are not that ugly; Professor Flevy seems not to be a master of potion...

Wait, it's not Hagrid?!

Could it be that Hagrid is an expert in protecting magic animals on the surface, but behind the scenes, he is a hidden and self-taught potion master?

William coughed his throat and smiled, "This is Professor Snape's book."

"..." Harry's expression froze.

"This is impossible!" His reaction was the most intense.

Harry just regarded the "half-blood prince" as a better existence than Snape.

What's more, he took Snape's Potions class.

In his class, I didn’t learn anything except sarcastic!

The prince cannot be him!

"I have seen Professor Snape's notes and read his previous manuscripts, which is indeed his handwriting." William whispered.

"There are also these treatment methods, "Sleepy beans squeezed with the side of a silver short knife, which makes it easier to produce juice than slices."

A typical professor's handling method is simply genius. Do you think, who else can you think of such a genius student?"

William knew these things, and they learned them from Snape during the time cycle, so naturally they are familiar with them.

But Harry still refused to accept it.

He is like a man in an online relationship.

They all imagined the other party as a peerless beauty, but when they ran away, they realized... that person was not only a tank, but also a big shot in women's clothing.

The most outrageous thing is that his online dating partner is the old acquaintance he has always hated the most!

Who can accept this!

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Chapter completed!