Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

He had been doing this lately, and Harry couldn't help but suspect that, in addition to the Ravenclaw supporters doing it, it might be Lavender taking revenge.

Hermione ran to Professor Victor, because she remembered that there might be an error in the paper she handed in last time for her arithmetic and divination class; Ivan took Elaine, who looked reluctant, to review her homework ten minutes ago, and agreed to have dinner Seeing each other from time to time, the two of them didn't know where they went, but they were definitely not at this point in time.

Harry also didn't want to bother to think about how much time had passed since Ivan and Elaine met in the auditorium, or they might not be people at this time at all, but from the past or the future...

Anyway, it's very troublesome, time magic is too complicated, let Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine play it.

He just needs to know that the other party is Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine himself, not someone else using compound soup to fake it.

Mostly out of habit, Harry didn't go to the Great Hall, but turned again to the corridor on the eighth floor, looking at the Marauder's Map as he walked.

At first, he couldn't find Malfoy, guessing the kid was off to the Room of Requirement again.

According to his observations, Malfoy would usually disappear at this point in time, but Harry hadn't grasped the time for Malfoy to enter the Room of Requirement at this time, because the sixth grade Slytherin had no classes all afternoon, and he could go there at any time .

Harry scanned the map casually, without hope.

Then he saw the little dot labeled Malfoy standing downstairs in a men's bathroom, next to not Crabbe and Goyle, but Moaning Myrtle! ! !

"Malfoy and Myrtle!"

Harry's eyes shot wide, staring at the unlikely combination, before he bumped into a pair of armor.

The sound of rattling woke him up from his contemplation. He was afraid that Filch would appear, so he rushed to the marble stairs and ran to the corridor on the next floor as fast as he could.He pressed his ear to the bathroom door, but hearing nothing, he gently pushed the door open.

In the bathroom, Draco Malfoy stood with his back to the door, leaning on the edge of the sink with both hands, his pale yellow head bowed down.

"Don't do this!" The crying Myrtle's gentle voice came from a compartment, "Don't do this, you make my heart hurt, tell me what's the matter, I can help you..."

"Nobody can help me," said Malfoy, trembling all over, his voice tearful, "I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, his patience is running out, if it doesn't happen soon, he said He's going to kill me..."

The scene seen through the crack of the door made Harry's heart tremble, and his feet seemed to be nailed there.

God, what did he see!What did you hear!

He actually found Malfoy crying, really crying, tears streaming down his pale face into the dirty pool.

Malfoy was scared because Voldemort had told him that if he didn't make that happen soon, Voldemort would kill him.

Harry's heart was beating so hard, what did that matter mean?

Perhaps, this is an opportunity to find out Malfoy's secret!

Because he was too excited, Harry pushed the door harder and accidentally made some noises.

Malfoy looked up, sobbing, shuddering, seeing Harry staring at him from behind in the broken mirror.

He turned hastily and drew his wand, and Harry instinctively drew his wand to defend himself.

There was a flash of red light, and amidst Myrtle's scream, Malfoy's spell missed slightly, shattering the wall lamp behind Harry, and Harry stepped aside, muttering the "Fuchsia" wand silently pointed out, but Malfoy blocked the spell and raised his wand again.

"Stop it! Stop it!" screamed Weeping Myrtle, echoing in the tiled washroom. "Stop it! Stop it!"

But no one listened to her, and with a bang, the dumpster exploded behind Harry.

Harry ducked down quickly, pointed his wand at Malfoy, and tried a Leg Locking Charm...

Chapter 1477 The Half-Blood Prince

The spell flew out and missed Malfoy, but bounced off the wall behind Malfoy's ear, smashing the toilet bowl under Moaning Myrtle.

Myrtle screamed, the water flooded the floor, and Harry slipped and fell.

Malfoy twisted his face and shouted, "Crucio..."

"Shen Feng Wu Ying!" Harry roared on the ground, waving his wand frantically.

The white light hit, and blood gushed out from Malfoy's face and chest, as if he had been struck by an invisible sword.He staggered backwards, fell to the puddles with a splash, and dropped his wand from his limp right hand.

"No!" Harry was shocked, looking at Malfoy in disbelief, his mind blank.

He, what did he do?Horse, Malfoy...

He slipped on his feet, got up unsteadily, and ran towards Malfoy.

Malfoy's face had turned bright red, and his pale hands were clutching his blood-soaked chest.

"No, no, I didn't..."

In a fit of unprecedented regret, Harry didn't know what he was talking about, and he knelt beside Malfoy.

Malfoy fell into a pool of blood and trembled uncontrollably, as if he wanted to say something, but he had no strength at all, the life was passing from his body, and the weeping Myrtle let out a deafening scream, "Murder! Killer in the bathroom ! Murder!"

"Don't, don't shout..."

bang!

The door slammed open behind Harry, who looked up in horror: Snape rushed in, livid.

He roughly pushed Harry aside, knelt down in front of Malfoy, drew his wand, and moved along the deep gash Harry had cast, uttering a singing spell, and the bleeding seemed to ease .

Snape wiped the dirt off Malfoy's face, said the spell again, and now the wound seemed to be healing.

Harry was still watching, dumbfounded by what he'd done, barely aware that he too was soaked in blood and slop, with the weeping myrtle still sobbing and wailing above their heads.

After Snape cast the breaking spell for the third time, he half-dragged and half-hugged Malfoy to his feet.

"You need to go to the school hospital, there may be some scars, but if you use white fresh in time, maybe even the scars can be avoided, let's go..." When Snape walked out with Malfoy, he turned his head at the door, Said in a cold and angry tone, "You, Potter, wait for me here."

Disobedience never occurred to Harry, and he rose slowly, trembling.

He looked down at the watery ground, where there were bloodstains like red flowers floating on it, and he didn't even have the courage to tell the crying myrtle to stop making noise.

She was still crying, but it was becoming more and more obvious that she was enjoying herself.

The sense of loss slowly returned to Harry, and he realized what he had done, the spell he had cast on Malfoy.

Shenfeng Shadowless Curse, so this is the effect of this spell.

Ivan had reminded him a few weeks ago not to use this magic on students lightly, Harry never thought about it...

He never thought that the power of "Shenfeng Wuying" would be so powerful, this is black magic!

Will Malfoy be okay?What should he do now?

Before Harry could think it through, Snape came back, walked into the bathroom with a gloomy face, and closed the door.

"Go away," he said to Myrtle, and she slid back into the toilet bowl, leaving a ringing silence.

"I didn't mean to." Harry said immediately, his voice echoing in the cold, wet space, "I don't know what that spell is for, Ivan reminded me, but I never thought about it..."

But Snape paid no attention, he half-closed his eyes and studied Harry carefully.

"I clearly underestimated you, Potter!" he said softly. "Who would have thought you could do the Dark Arts? Who taught you that spell? Alvin Mason?"

"No, it's not him, it's me, from what I see."

"Where?"

"Yes, in a book in the library." Harry improvised, "I can't remember the title."

"Lie," Snape said without hesitation.

Harry's throat was dry, he knew what Snape was going to do and he could never stop...

In an instant, the bathroom shook in front of him, Snape entered his mind, and he tried to get rid of all thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Making" still floated in front of his eyes...

Then he saw Snape again, in the middle of this mess of flooded bathrooms.

He looked into those unfathomable black eyes, hoping that Snape hadn't seen the memory, but...

"Bring me your schoolbag," Snape said softly. "And all your books, all of them. Get them here, quick!"

It was useless to argue, Harry immediately turned around and ran out of the bathroom stepping on the water.

Once in the corridor, he ran towards the Gryffindor Tower. Most people were walking in the opposite direction. They were surprised to see him covered in blood, but he just ran forward and didn't answer the hurl at him. one by one.

To tell the truth, he was amazed, as if a lovely pet had suddenly turned murderous.

Harry wondered what the prince was thinking when he copied such a spell into the book?

He had too many questions, so what if Snape saw it?

Will Snape tell Slughorn about this, Harry's stomach churned at the thought.

How did he get such good grades in Potions class this school year?Would he confiscate or tear up the book that had taught Harry so much, the book that had become like a mentor and a friend?Harry couldn't let this happen, he couldn't...

He had to do something, he had to hide the book.

"God, Harry, where have you been? How wet, is that blood?"

Ron was standing at the top of the stairs, looking puzzled at Harry, who had just come out of the boys' bathroom after throwing up.

"I need your book, hurry up," said Harry breathlessly, "your potions book, give me your potions book..."

"But the Half-Blood Prince..."

"I'll explain later! Time is running out!"

Ron took out "Advanced Potion Making" from his schoolbag and handed it to him. Harry rushed into the common room, grabbed his schoolbag, ignored the surprised eyes of several people who had finished eating, got out of the portrait hole, and walked along eight Run down the hallway.

He stopped suddenly in front of the tapestry where the troll danced, closed his eyes and started pacing back and forth.

"I need a place for my books, I need a place for my books, I need a place for my books..."

He walked back and forth three times in front of that empty wall, and when he opened his eyes, he finally saw the door to the Room of Requirement.

Harry yanked it open and rushed in, slamming the door, and in front of him was...

Chapter 1478 Book Collection and Punishment

At this moment, Harry might never have imagined that the place he had been looking for for a semester just appeared in front of him.

This semester, he has wanted to enter the Room of Requirement with Malfoy countless times, find out what Malfoy is doing in it, find out where Malfoy has gone, and the room that appeared in front of him at this time is what he wants to find .

Because of injuring Malfoy with the sharp edge Wuying, and because Snape wanted to take away the prince's textbook, things changed dramatically at this moment.

Harry didn't know this yet, but he was definitely taken aback by what he saw.

Originally, he only wanted a place to store books, but he didn't expect the Room of Requirement to give him such a room.

Harry gasped, and despite his anxiety, fear, and dread of what awaited him in the bathroom, he couldn't help marveling at the sight before him, standing in a room the size of a cathedral, with the shadows cast by the high windows. The beam of light illuminated what looked like a city with high walls.

Harry could see that it was piled up with objects hidden by generations of Hogwarts people. The streets and alleys were piled crumbling and broken furniture, which might have been stuffed in to hide evidence of wrongful magic. Here, or hidden away by the house-elves who keep the castle respectable.

There are thousands of books here, no doubt forbidden, scribbled, or stolen; there are winged slingshots and flying saucers, a few of which are still hovering feebly over the mountains of forbidden objects; some Broken bottles contained solidified potions; hats, jewels, cloaks, things like dragon eggshells; a few gagged bottles still glowed with evil; and rusted swords and a bloodstained axe.

Harry hurried into an alley among the treasure piles, turned right, passed a stuffed troll, ran for a short distance, turned left next to the dilapidated disappearing cabinet, and finally stopped at a faded Before the crate.

On top of the crate was an ugly statue of an old wizard with a dusty old wig on his head, with another star indented around the top, and maybe the statue had once had a Had a crown or something, but it wasn't there anymore.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then looked into the room again, and there was no end in sight.

There must have been a better place for a book in the room than here, but he didn't have time.

He fumbled for a dirty rag, wrapped the Half-Blood Prince's book, and stuffed it behind the crate.

Harry gasped, paused for a moment, heart beating wildly, and looked around the pile of debris...

Further back, there is a large pile of tattered furniture, discarded here in a disorderly manner.

The Half-Blood Prince's book hidden in the back cannot be seen at all due to the cover of the crate.

Would Snape be able to find this place amidst all the junk?

After a brief hesitation, Harry felt that the answer was no.

Then he dashed through the cluttered alleyway, up to the corridor, and slammed the door behind it, which immediately turned into a stone wall again.

Harry ran down to the bathroom at full speed, stuffing Ron's Advanced Potion-Making into his bag as he ran.

If possible, he should communicate with Ivan first.

He still has a copy of the Half-Blood Prince book, and he seems to know what the Shadowless Curse is all about.

But at the moment, Harry couldn't care about anything else, he knew he had to hurry up.

A minute later, he came back to Snape out of breath, with a burning pain in his chest.

Snape held out his hand without a word, and Harry handed over the bag.

In Harry's presence, Snape took out Harry's books and examined them one by one.

At last all that remained was the Potions book, and he stared at it very carefully for a while.