Red Roses and Mosquito Blood

Harry racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't accept that the red rose in his heart was actually Snape.

This isn't a red rose at all; it's practically a huge pool of mosquito blood, the kind that just sucked his blood and left a big welt.

He wished he could slap it to death, or turn it into mosquito cakes—a traditional Africa dish—and then... feed it to Ron!

So, Harry could accept Riddle as the Half-Blood Prince, but not Snape!

Besides, he's so ugly and never washes his hair, yet he dares to call himself Prince?

Shameless!

Harry left dejectedly, determined to investigate and prove that the Half-Blood Prince was someone else.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked as they walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"You don't look too well. Why don't you go eat something hot... to warm your stomach?"

Harry was touched; Ron was still the best to him.

He rubbed his cheek and said, "I'm fine, Ron, don't worry. I'm not hungry either, I really don't have an appetite."

Ron rubbed his stomach; what he really wanted to say was, "You're not hungry... I'm hungry!"

(Harry: Here, have some Snape -Snape mosquito repellent!)

"Since this book is about Snape, I think we should buy a new one as soon as possible..." Ron suggested.

He wasn't quite used to Harry's Potions Class yet, but suddenly he got better.

Ron was originally Sansa, but Neville didn't choose the Potions Advanced class.

If Harry is about to abandon his sophisticated interests as a slacker, won't Ron just become a complete idiot?

That won't do!

"I will buy it, but..." Harry said firmly, "I also need to find out who the Half-Blood Prince really is!"

"William was talking about Snape, wasn't he?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"William might be wrong too," Harry said stubbornly. "If it's Snape, then there's something inexplicable."

Look at the publication date of this book...

Ron picked up the book, looked down to examine it, and exclaimed, "It's from fifty years ago!"

"Yes, Snape hadn't even enrolled at the school yet back then," Harry said with a slight smile.

"I need to check the records from fifty years ago to see if there's a student named Prince."

His Potions are so good, he must be on the reward logs for those Potions Class!

Harry suddenly had a flash of insight; perhaps, as Hermione said, it wasn't Prince Prince meant it?

Harry rubbed his hands together and said, "And all those old copies of the Daily Prophet."

The Prince is so powerful, he must be Potions Master too, he'll probably be very famous, and you can find more information about him in the newspapers.

"Then have a good search." Ron shrugged.

He had absolutely no interest in it and would rather take a nap than look for such a thing.

"No, Ron, there are so many, how can I possibly find them all?"

Harry pulled Ron along, insisting, "Let's stay up late tonight and hide in the library."

Let's continue working after everyone leaves!

You have to stay with me...

Ron twisted his neck, feeling like something was off.

Inside the Great Hall,

William didn't return to the Ravenclaw table; he ate at the Gryffindor instead.

Many students were secretly observing him, and some were even listening intently, trying to eavesdrop on his conversation with Hermione.

These two are of high status; they might just be discussing the Wizarding War.

The students were very interested.

But William used magic to mute the sound, so others could only hear a buzzing sound.

Hermione was eating corn porridge when she said slowly, "I just noticed that the book was published fifty years ago."

That must be Professor Snape's mother's book; he used a secondhand one.

William nodded and said, "I guess so. At that time, the professor's mother, Eileen Prince, happened to be at the school."

The original meaning of "Half-blood Prince" should be "Half-blood Prince".

Professor Snape was clearly very proud to be half a Prince, which is why he gave himself that nickname.

The professor was using his mother's secondhand textbooks, suggesting that his family's financial situation was probably quite modest when he was a child.

He kept his textbooks, perhaps because they contained many notes that could be used as teaching materials.

However, Snape left the Potions Classroom where he had spent fifteen years, and he forgot to take it, leaving it in the locker.

Unexpectedly, Slughorn gave it to Harry.

Hermione glanced around cautiously and whispered, "What if Harry finds out about his mother's relationship with Professor Snape?"

"Maybe, it depends on whether Harry is interested or not." William wiped his mouth.

He was neither a party to the emotional entanglements of the previous generation, nor a descendant of them, and therefore had no right to comment.

So even if William knew those things, even knew that Snape had been writing letters to Lily that he could never send... he wouldn't tell Harry.

But if Harry wanted to investigate, William had no reason to stop him.

After all, there was nothing shameful about it, and it had nothing to do with him.

So, will Harry investigate?

Of course he would. He would inquire about Nicolas Flamel as soon as he heard the name from Hagrid.

He is a very curious person.

So, will Harry be able to find out?

If he's smart enough, he can find out.

Because he would soon discover that Professor Snape lived in Cokeworth.

That town was also where Harry's maternal grandparents lived.

In other words... Professor Snape's house wasn't very far from Lily's; it was only a few blocks away.

There's absolutely no reason why the two of them wouldn't know each other!

Although William wouldn't say it, he was indeed very curious:

What was Harry's feeling when he discovered that Professor Snape and his mother were childhood sweethearts?

After all, given Snape's habits, he wouldn't tell Harry this story unless he was about to die.

If Harry discovers this himself, how will he treat Professor Snape?

That was so exciting!

William no longer cared about it, and in fact, no one cared about Harry's suddenly enhanced Potions abilities.

After all, even if he's incredibly skilled, can he really be more skilled Hermione?

Anyway, Hermione took all the rewards from sixth grade.

But since Granger wasn't in the other grades, the young wizards were all eagerly anticipating Slughorn's classes.

Slughorn truly understands the psychology of students.

In the realm of Potions, it's hard to say who's more powerful between him and Snape, but when it comes to boosting student motivation, Slughorn is in a league of his own.

In particular, he used precious and very useful Potions as rewards in the following classes for other grades.

Fifth-grade students were preparing for the O.W.L. Exam when Professor Slughorn pulled out Baruffio's Brain Elixir.

This thing is a good item, and it's very sought after.

Because in the later part of the OWL year, students' review efficiency decreased significantly.

This stuff is the perfect Potions for a final burst of energy and mental alertness.

However, without a doubt, Anne got it.

But she could get it herself, while Ginny could get it from the twins.

Anne then gave it to her good friend Luna.

In a fourth-grade class, Slughorn pulled out the Dream Come True Potion.

Just drink it, and you'll have the most perfect dream all night.

Don't think it's just a dream; the effect is actually more like Inception.

Because time travels faster in dreams, theoretically you could experience 72 hours in a dream, and you would be in control of your own dream.

In the third-grade class, Slughorn used invitations from the Slug Club as prizes.

Students flocked to it.

On Thursday, the seventh graders finally had their first Potions Class.