Chapter 1547 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 the 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 up and down the empty wall three times, 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...