Chapter 1,192

In fact, the weather was getting warmer in May, and whenever Harry saw Ginny, Ron was always by Harry's side.

This made Harry feel helpless. For the first time, Harry felt that Ron was really in the way.

Harry found himself wishing that something unexpected would make Ron realize that his best friend had fallen in love with his sister, and that he would be happier by being alone for longer.

In fact, this was what excited Harry.

Because Fanlin quietly told Harry something about Ginny last night.

According to rumors, this was revealed from Hermione's mouth during an unintentional discussion.

This couldn't help but make Harry excited, but what followed was doubt about himself...

Didn't you hide it?

But with the Quidditch final approaching, it seemed like there was no chance.

Ron had been thinking so much about discussing tactics with Harry that he had no time to think about anything else.

Ron wasn't the only one obsessed with the sport, as Quidditch craze quickly spread throughout the school as it determined who would win the championship. If Griffith beats Ravenclaw by more than 00 points, they will win the Quidditch Cup. If they don't have 00 points more than Ravenclaw, they will be in second place: if they are less than 100 points behind, they will be in third place, and if they lose by more than 100 points, they will be in fourth place, no place.

Um...

If you want to win the championship...00 points?

Probably one Golden Snitch plus fifteen goals?

Ever since Harry started playing Quidditch, he had never seen anyone win by so many points.

Even if the opposite side is full of Fan Lin and Hermione's level...

Thinking this way, there is some chance of winning, provided that magic is not used, but Fan Lin must have a way to hide it from everyone's eyes.

It's always the same thing on the eve of a final: a group of rivals trying to intimidate each other in the corridors, a satirical song being sung over and over again as a player passes by.

Some of the team members were proud to be the center of attention, while others rushed into the toilet and vomited.

This is probably due to being cursed. Such things often happen in Hogwarts. Please refer to Neville's life for details. Although no one would bully Neville, Neville always has a way to make a little bit of himself appear. What kind of situation.

Like the Soft Legs Curse?

Before fourth year, this was probably the most curses Neville had ever received.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts became lively because of the Quidditch match.

For some reason, the game kept popping up in Harry's mind when he thought about Ginny, and he couldn't imagine what the celebration would be like if they were ahead by more than three hundred points, a huge party. Maybe it's like taking a swig of a lucky potion.

Despite all these important events, Harry still hadn't forgotten his other plan: to find out what Malfoy was doing in Myrtle's toilets. He was still checking the Marauder's Map, but Harry could never find Malfoy, but through the traces, Harry roughly estimated Malfoy's daily routine.

After all, after completing Slughorn's mission, both Fan Lin and Harry fell into a relatively long blank period.

However, although Harry's hope of entering the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was dwindling, he tried - as long as he was nearby, but no matter how he repeated his request, in Parseltongue or other means, he washed his hands in the bathroom. The table didn't move at all.

But everyone knew that there was a huge underground passage that was connected to the old sewer pipes in Hogwarts that were in disrepair, and Slytherin's basilisk once walked through it.

A few days before the tournament, Harry found himself having to go to dinner alone... Ron hurried into a nearby toilet to vomit, and Hermione hurried to see Professor Victor about an error in his final Mathematical Divination, And Fan Lin has become weird since seeing Slughorn's memory, and he doesn't like to talk, so he spends more time in the Room of Requirement.

This forced Harry to act alone, go to the second floor just like he did before, and then stare at the Marauder's Map intently, finding the slightly eye-catching name among the countless names.

However, Harry searched for a while but couldn't find Malfoy, so Harry was certain that he was in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

But suddenly, Malfoy's name appeared on the map again.

Accompanying him is not Gower, Clara or Vincent, but the gold digger.

Harry stopped. He had been doubting whether Myrtle was really helping Malfoy, but now it seemed that things had become clearer.

However, when he was about to leave, his elbow bumped into a pair of armor standing next to him.

A loud crash pulled him out of his thoughts, and Harry hastily put the map away.

To arouse the enemy?

Fortunately, he had just reached the third floor and ran down the stairs, aiming for Myrtle's bathroom.

To be honest, he had come countless times, but never once had Harry been so excited.

Carefully, Harry put his ear to the door, but he heard no sound.

Harry opened the door carefully.

Malfoy was standing behind the door, his hands gripping the sink and his pale face stretched toward the sink.

"No," the gold digger's low voice came from the cubicle.

"Don't... tell me what's wrong... maybe I can help you... like this..."

"No, no one can help me," Malfoy said, his whole body shaking. "I can't do it...I can't...it won't work...and unless I do it right away...he says he's going to kill me..."

Harry was a little confused, but soon he realized what Malfoy was doing.

Choked words and trembling body...

Malfoy was crying...actually crying...tears flowed from his pale face into the dirty pool.

Malfoy sobbed and tried to wipe away the tears on his face with his hands, but this made his vision blurry, as if a gap had opened, and tears could not stop flowing down the corners of his eyes.

Harry was silent, suddenly not sure what to do.

Originally, this was what he had been looking forward to, but in fact, when he actually saw Malfoy, Harry felt very panicked.

Maybe Malfoy was forced?

No, he must be trying to win Myrtle's sympathy...

While Harry was struggling, Malfoy suddenly raised his head and saw Harry looking at him through the broken mirror through his shoulder.

Malfoy turned around, holding his wand.

Harry instinctively took out his own wand.

"you..."

"It's all your fault, Potter!" Malfoy shouted frantically, "It's all your fault, damn it!"

As he said this, before Harry could react, Malfoy's hand shook, and the red light from the Stunning Curse stung Harry's eyes.

Without hesitation, Harry quickly dodged behind the wall, and then a red light shattered the floor under Harry's feet.

Without any time to think, with many years of experience in fighting with Fanlin, Harry instinctively cast the leg-locking spell in a flash. He wanted to subdue Malfoy.

However, it turned out that this childish spell had no effect at all. The moment the spell was cast, Malfoy had already used magic to remove Harry's restrictions on himself.

"No! No! Stop!" the gold digger screamed, her voice echoing through the empty room. "Stop! Stop!"

A loud noise came from behind Harry. Harry tried a leg-locking spell that bounced off the wall and grazed Malfoy's ear, breaking the pool as the gold digger groaned and she screamed loudly and splashed.

"It's all you, Potter!" Malfoy's voice became angry, and this emotion overwhelmed Malfoy's reason. Harry clearly felt that Malfoy was brewing some evil curse.

A fire whip hit the spot where Harry had been hiding, leaving behind a dark whip mark and gravel.

"Malfoy wants his own life?"

For a moment, this thought came to Harry's mind.

Harry kept changing his position. Never before, Harry didn't even know how powerful Malfoy was, the magic he had never seen before, and the magic beyond imagination.

Within seconds, Malfoy had almost reduced the bathroom to rubble.

Without any time to think, Harry used his armor to protect himself from the whipping. The huge impact made Harry stick to the floor tightly.

"It's over without you..." Malfoy raised his wand.

"Blade!" Harry screamed as he lay on the floor, waving his wand wildly.

For a moment, blood poured from Malfoy's face and chest, as if he had just been struck by an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and fell to the watery ground, his wand falling from his limp right hand.

"No..." Harry gasped, "It shouldn't be like this..."

Harry knelt down in pain beside Malfoy, who was trembling in his own blood all over the floor.

For a moment, Harry couldn't believe his wand. What had he done?

Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream: "Murder! Murder! Murder in the toilet!"

The door behind Harry opened with a bang, and he saw in horror: Snape rushed into the room, his face ashen, and pushed Harry aside rudely. He knelt beside Malfoy and drew out his wand. , pointed at the wound caused by Harry's curse, and murmured the curse, which sounded like a song.

The bleeding seemed to stop, and Snape brushed the remaining blood from Malfoy's face and repeated his spell again. The wound looked like it was being stitched up.

Harry was still watching, horrified at what he had done, unaware that he was covered in blood and water.

Moaning Myrtle was always sobbing and whimpering on high. When Snape repeated his spell a third time, he half-pulled, half-crouched Malfoy to his feet.

"You need to go to the hospital. There will definitely be some scars, but it can be avoided if treated in time... Come..." He helped Malfoy walk to the toilet, turned around in front of the door, and spoke with a cold and irritating expression. The exasperated voice said, "And you, Potter...you wait here for me."

For a moment it did not occur to Harry to disobey him. He stood up slowly and tremblingly, looking down at the soaked floor. Blood stains were floating on the surface like bright red flowers. He couldn't even think of telling Moaning Myrtle to be quiet, as she sobbed and whimpered with ever-growing joy.

Malfoy was saved, but he almost killed him just now?

Finally, Malfoy stopped. The curse did not fall. He was suppressed by Malfoy from the beginning, and then...

Blood flowers suddenly exploded, and Harry felt that the blood on the floor seemed to have strange magic power.

Snape returned ten minutes later. He went into the toilet and locked the door.

"Go," he said to Myrtle, and she immediately flew into her own toilet, where there was sudden silence.

"I didn't mean to," Harry said quickly. His voice echoed in this cold, water-filled place, "I don't know what this spell does."

But Snape paid no attention to this.

"Obviously I underestimated you, Potter," he said softly. "Who would have thought you knew such dark magic? Who taught you that?"

"I...read it somewhere."

"I thought you were going to push Fanlin, so...where is that place?" Snape sneered and looked at Harry...

"That's... a book from the library," Harry began to make it up, "I can't remember what it's called..."

"Lie." Snape said coldly, staring at Harry closely.

Harry's throat began to feel dry. He knew what Snape was going to do and there was no way he could stop it... and the toilet began to flicker in his eyes.

Harry struggled to seal away all his thoughts, but the more he tried, the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potions Guide" slowly emerged in his mind. Then he stared at Snape again, in the middle of the broken, wet toilet. He looked into Snape's dark eyes, hoping that Snape didn't see what he was afraid of, but...

"Give me your bag," Snape said softly, "and all your textbooks, all of them. Get them all here. Now!"

There is nothing to argue with. Harry immediately turned around and walked out of the toilet. Once in the corridor, he immediately ran towards Gryffindor Tower. Most of the people were walking in the opposite direction, staring at him covered in blood and water, but he didn't answer any of the questions they asked as he passed.

Harry felt dizzy, as if a tame pet suddenly turned into a wild beast. Why did the prince write such a spell in his book?

How would Snape react when he saw it?

Will he tell Slughorn...

Harry's stomach began to churn... and for a moment, Harry almost threw up.

How did Harry get high marks on Potions all year long? Would he confiscate or destroy the book that had taught Harry so much... a friend who had become a kind of guide? Harry couldn't let this happen...he couldn't...

"You went...? Why are you covered with...? Is this blood?" Ron stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at Harry.

"I need your book, Harry gasped,"

"Your potions book, quickly...give it to me..." Harry said anxiously, wanting to rush up and grab it.

"That half-blood..."

"Stop talking so much...I'll explain later!"

Ron took his Advanced Potions Guide out of his bag and handed it over, and Harry immediately ran past him back to the common room. There, he grabbed his schoolbag and, ignoring the surprised expressions of those who had finished their meal, rushed out of the portrait entrance and ran to the corridor on the seventh floor.

He closed his eyes and started walking. I need a place to hide books... I need a place to hide books... I need a place to hide books... He walked back and forth in front of the blank wall three times. When he opened his eyes, the door to the Room of Requirement finally appeared.

Harry opened the door suddenly, and Fan Lin was sitting next to him. Then, Harry threw the book to Fan Lin, then went out... and closed the door hard. (To be continued)