Harry's "Online Romance" Ends in Failure

The tattered books, the messy handwriting... Harry was disgusted when he first received the textbooks.

Even his own textbooks were covered in doodles;

Otherwise, they won't look at it for half a year, and by the end of the semester, their notes will be spotless...

But that didn't stop him from disliking the secondhand book filled with notes.

But after just one class, everything changed.

He suddenly felt a completely different kind of awe towards the owner of the secondhand book.

The reason is simple:

Following the "special" steps in the book, he became the second person in the entire class to complete the Draught of Living Death.

Moreover, the level of completion is very high.

It's like finding a test paper full of answers before an exam, flipping through it casually... and then during the actual exam, it's all the same questions.

Harry, who couldn't even get into the advanced class before, suddenly became a top student.

Furthermore, if a monster like Hermione isn't included, wouldn't he be the first person to Felix Felicis, and wouldn't that also be his?

Harry suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to go to Potions Class. Not because he liked it, but because he wanted to continue experiencing the joy of being a top student.

After all, in the past...

He was someone whom Snape mocked as a piece of trash every day;

He was a young wizard in Potions Class, known as "Second Fool," second only to Neville, and slightly above Ron, the Third Fool;

He was a student who had never gotten an O in Potions- making...

I never imagined I'd have such a spirited day.

Could it be that after five years of living in a daze, he has finally awakened, begun to reveal his talent, and become Potions genius?!

That's certainly impossible.

Having endured five years of compulsory education, if Harry doesn't have any self-awareness, then he truly has no self-awareness.

Aside from Defence Against Dark Magic, he was mediocre in most subjects.

They are far inferior to Lily and James, who are praised by everyone.

Sometimes, when Harry couldn't sleep at night because of Ron's snoring, he couldn't help but think:

Am I even their biological child?

But things are different now, all thanks to that book Advanced Potion-Making".

Then the Half-Blood Prince must be an unparalleled Potions genius, at least seven or eight levels above Snape.

After all, Snape couldn't take him flying, but the Half-Blood Prince...

Able!

In just one class period, Harry had already transformed into the shape of Prince.

If he weren't afraid of being beaten, he would have already walked into Snape's office with his textbook, given him the middle finger, and mocked him.

"Pah! Compared to Prince, you're nothing but trash! You're not even worthy to wash his underwear!"

At this moment, Harry really wanted to know: who exactly was this big shot nicknamed "The Half-Blood Prince"?

"You're not the owner of this book, are you, William? Is it your sixth-grade textbook?" Ron boldly guessed.

In his opinion, as long as something amazing happened, it was always true that William was responsible.

Hearing Ron's words, Anne curiously turned her head to glance at the handwriting, then pouted and said:

"Such ugly and messy handwriting is obviously not my brother's handwriting."

Also, all his textbooks were stolen by Hermione, how could they possibly be in the Potions Classroom?

Hermione rolled her eyes at Anne. "Is that stealing?"

That's called a treasured possession!

When she gets old, she can take it out and reminisce about her youth.

"Maybe it's a girl's book," Hermione guessed. "I think those notes don't look like a boy's; they look more like a girl's."

"His name is ' The Half-Blood Prince,'" Harry said. "How many girls call themselves Prince?"

"Prince doesn't just mean Prince, it's also a surname," Hermione said, quick-wittedly.

Harry was speechless, and even felt a little excited.

It would be great if it were a girl; someone so talented must be very beautiful.

Ginny squinted at Harry, snorted, and retorted:

"It shouldn't be a girl! Also, stop calling him ' Prince ' all the time, as if that's his identity."

I dare say that was just a stupid nickname; he didn't seem like a decent person to me!

Harry, you'd better stay away from this book. What if it's another Death Eaters that deliberately put it there...?

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

"If the Prince were a Death Eaters, he wouldn't keep calling himself a ' Half-blood,' would he?"

Harry regretted his words as soon as he finished speaking, because Ginny's face turned bright red, and she seemed a little embarrassed by his retort.

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

Watching the two of them holding hands and sitting together eating, Harry didn't know why he suddenly felt a little lost.

"No! I like Cho, I can't like two people at the same time. I'm not a jerk, I'm not that kind of man..." Harry warned himself.

Hermione stared at the notes in the book for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Wait, there are some issues with the processing steps for the magical materials here, William..."

She had been brewing Potions for many years, and many of her steps differed from those in textbooks, using a simpler method.

I learned all of this from William.

In this book, she saw many familiar techniques.

William took it and carefully examined the handwriting.

He flipped through the textbook, then suddenly laughed, "I know whose book this is."

"Whose?" Harry was very excited; he was about to find out the Prince's identity.

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

"Of course, I have to thank that person properly; I feel I can learn a lot from him." Harry, like a sycophant, showered the Prince with praise.

"You actually know that person, and you've even taken his class."

"Who?" Harry was a little confused.

He never attended Dumbledore's classes.

Professor McGonagall's notes wouldn't be that messy; Professor Flitwick doesn't seem to be Potions Master...

Wait, could it be Hagrid?!

Could Hagrid, who appears to be a professor protecting Fantastic Beasts, actually be a deeply hidden, self-taught Potions Master?

William cleared his throat and chuckled, "This is Professor Snape's book."

Harry's expression froze.

"That's impossible!" was his strongest reaction.

Harry just now regarded the "Half-Blood Prince" as someone even more powerful than Snape.

Moreover, he had taken Snape's Potions Class.

I learned nothing in his class except how to be sarcastic and sarcastic!

It can't be him, the Prince!

"I've seen Professor Snape's notes and his earlier manuscripts; this is definitely his handwriting," William said softly.

"And these are some other techniques for processing ingredients," he said. "Squeezing the Sopophorous Bean' with the side of a silver dagger makes them release juice more easily than slicing them..."

That's typical professorial handling—simply genius. Who else, besides him, could be such a brilliant student?

William learned these skills from Snape during the time loop, so they were naturally familiar to him.

But Harry still refused to accept it.

He's like a man who's having an online romance.

They both imagined the other person to be an absolute beauty, but when they met in person, they discovered... that the person was not only a tank, but also a cross-dresser.

The most outrageous thing is that his online dating partner was actually an old acquaintance he had always hated!

Who can accept this?!