Hogwarts Lion Girl

As the noise of the Quidditch match faded away, Harry was immersed in another world - the Half-Blood Prince's notes.

In the common room, Ron was still excitedly talking about his last wonderful save, while Hermione smiled gently beside him, correcting Ron's exaggerations from time to time.

But Harry turned a deaf ear to all this. He curled up in the armchair, holding the tattered Potions textbook in his hands, his eyes focused, as if it contained secrets more exciting than the Quidditch game.

"God's Wind Without Shadow..." He muttered in a low voice, his fingers gently stroking the scribbled notes on the pages. This spell was left by the Half-Blood Prince. It is said that it is a very powerful spell he created.

Harry was looking forward to it.

Because of the contents of the notes, Harry shines in Potions class. This feeling of being in control of everything makes him addicted and excited.

"Harry, you've made great progress in Potions class recently. Professor Horace is impressed by you!" Ron finally noticed Harry's condition and said with envy, "Teach me, brother. I also want to show my face in Potions class."

Harry looked up from the book, a hint of subtle pride flashing in his eyes, "This is not a simple skill, it requires talent, do you understand, Ron?"

Ron curled his lips. He knew Harry was showing off, but he had to admit that Harry's recent performance in potions was indeed amazing.

Hermione frowned. She didn't like Harry's arrogant attitude, but she didn't say anything.

Harry turned his attention back to the book he was studying.

He couldn't wait to try it, but was worried that the drug was too powerful and might lead to some unpredictable consequences.

"Harry, are you reading that book again?" Hermione's voice was filled with worry. "I think you've been a little too absorbed in it lately. Maybe you should pay more attention to your other classes."

Harry waved his hands impatiently, "Leave me alone, Hermione, I'm doing something important."

"What important thing? More important than your friends?" Hermione's tone became more serious.

"More important than anything else!" Harry raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of fanaticism, "This is the secret of the Half-Blood Prince, do you understand? It can make me stronger, stronger than anyone else!"

Hermione sighed, knowing that Harry would not listen to any advice now, so she could only walk away silently. Ron shrugged and followed Hermione out of the room.

Only Harry and the tattered Potions textbook were left in the room. He greedily absorbed the knowledge in the book, as if a thirsty traveler had finally found an oasis.

He was completely immersed in his own world and indifferent to everything in the outside world.

……

At night, Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in silence.

In the dim light, dust danced in the air like a group of tiny ghosts.

Harry stood alone in the Room of Requirement, holding a worn Potions textbook in his hands.

The pages were yellowed, the edges were curled, and the words on the cover were blurred. One could only barely make out the words "Advanced Potion Making" and the scribbled signature below - "Half-Blood Prince".

The pages contain not only detailed potion recipes and production steps, but also many incredible modifications and annotations, some of which are even more brilliant than the contents of the original book.

It was with the help of these annotations that Harry repeatedly achieved unexpected success in Potions class, even surpassing the talented Hermione.

However, what attracted Harry today was not the magical potion formula, but a spell hidden in the corner of the page.

The spell was scrawled on a scrap of parchment, tucked between the pages, as if it were a secret the Half-Blood Prince had deliberately kept hidden.

"Kamikaze," Harry whispered the name of the spell, feeling curious and a little uneasy.

There was no explanation below the spell, only a few simple symbols that looked like some kind of strange spell gesture.

Harry tried to wave his wand according to the instructions of the symbols, muttering the spell silently.

However, nothing happened.

He practiced over and over again, waving his wand faster and faster, chanting the spell louder and louder, but still to no avail.

"Did I understand it wrongly?" Harry put down his wand in frustration and rubbed his sore eyes.

He carefully looked at the symbols on the parchment again, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the order of the symbols.

He tried to rearrange the symbols to form a new gesture.

This time, when he waved the wand again and recited the spell, a powerful magic power gushed out from the tip of the wand, making a sharp whistling sound.

Harry was frightened by the powerful magic and quickly pointed his wand at the open space beside him.

A blinding green light shot out from the tip of the wand and struck a pile of discarded armor with a deafening explosion.

The armor was blown to pieces in an instant, and metal fragments flew everywhere, drawing shining arcs in the dim room.

Harry stared at everything in front of him, his heart filled with shock and excitement.

"This... this is incredible!" Harry muttered to himself, his hand still tightly grasping the wand, feeling the powerful magic remaining on the wand.

He looked at the parchment again, his mind full of questions.

Who is the Half-Blood Prince? Why did he create such a powerful spell? And why did he hide it in this tattered Potions textbook?

Harry couldn't wait to learn more about the Half-Blood Prince and the story behind this mysterious spell.

In the next few days, Harry spent almost all his time in the Room of Requirement, practicing the Kamikaze Spell over and over again.

He gradually mastered the skills of using this spell and was able to control the output intensity and direction of magic power.

However, as he gained a deeper understanding of the spell, his uneasiness grew.

The power of this spell is so strong that it is terrifying.

Harry realized that if this spell fell into the wrong hands, it would cause unimaginable disaster.

He began to wonder if he should continue learning the spell.

He even thought about handing the Half-Blood Prince textbook to Professor Dumbledore and letting him handle this dangerous secret.

However, whenever he thought of the threat posed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and the innocent lives that had been lost, he would waver.

He knew that in this dangerous era, strength was the only weapon to protect himself and his friends.

The inky black clouds rolled over like a giant beast slowly devouring the night sky. The thin moonlight struggled in the cracks of the clouds, like a candle that was about to go out, casting a few pale rays of light and covering the earth with an eerie color.