Chapter 1548 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 banned, defaced, or stolen; Broken bottles containing frozen potions; hats, jewels, cloaks, what looked like dragon eggshells; a few corked bottles still gleaming evilly; and rusty swords and a blood-stained 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 be a better place for a book in the room than here, but he doesn'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, his chest aching like fire.

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.

"Is this your Advanced Potion-Making, Potter?"

"Yes." Harry was still panting.

"You're sure you are, Potter?"

"Yes." Harry said stubbornly, with a little more resistance in his tone.

"This is the "Advanced Potion Making" you bought from Lihen Bookstore?"

"Yes." Harry insisted.

"Then why is Luo Niao Wei Qili written on the back of the cover?"

Harry's heart stopped for a moment, he forgot about it, it's a good thing Ron didn't write his real name in the textbook.

"That's my nickname," he said, trying to look natural.

"Your nickname?"

"Yes, it's the name my friend gave me. I like the nickname Luo Bird."

"I know what nicknames mean, Potter!" said Snape, his hard black eyes fixed on Harry's again like piercing eyes.

Harry tried not to look into those eyes, recalling what he had learned last term.

"Shut up your brain, shut up your brain, shut down your brain..."

He hadn't practiced this spell for a long time, and he couldn't always do it well.

But he could refuse to look into Snape's eyes, which was the best defense against the spell.

"Stop making that ridiculous attempt, you know what I think, Potter?" said Snape softly, "I think you're a liar, a liar, well, you've got to get punished, You should be sent to detention every Saturday until the end of term. What do you think, Potter?"

"I-I can't agree, Professor," said Harry, still refusing to meet Snape's eyes.

"Okay, see how you feel after detention. Come to my office at ten o'clock Saturday morning, Potter."

"But, Professor..." Harry said, looking up at him in despair, "Quidditch, Saturday is the last game..."

"Ten o'clock, you must come!" Snape whispered, smiling and showing his yellow teeth, "Luo Bird? What a ridiculous nickname! Without you, Gryffindor would lose, wouldn't it?" It's a pity, Gryffindor is going to finish fourth this year, I'm worried..."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Leaving Harry looking in the broken mirror feeling worse than he'd ever felt in his life.

Snape must have become suspicious of the Prince's book, and based on what Harry knew about him, he would not give up his pursuit.

Harry wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep this secret under Snape's investigation, if the Half-Blood Prince's textbook was found...

What puzzled and frustrated Harry even more was why there was such a dangerous black magic in Prince's book!

Harry shivered again at the thought of Malfoy lying on the ground bleeding.

This thing is simply terrible!

Thinking about it carefully, Harry was even more startled into a cold sweat. This house really didn't seem that simple.

"Oh, you used Shenfeng Wuying on Malfoy?" Aiwen said in the common room when he was a child.

He and Elaine went back to study last night just now, and vampires are particularly energetic only at night.

The two found an empty classroom, and they worked from eight o'clock until two o'clock in the middle of the night. When they came back, they saw Harry in such a distraught state.

"I remember, I reminded you before, don't treat students..."

"I know, but I didn't take it seriously," Harry said weakly. "I never thought that magic would be so terrible."