Vol 2 Chapter 1548: Collection of books and punishment

At this moment, Harry might not have imagined at all, and he found a place for a semester to appear in front of him.
This semester, he has countless times wanting to follow Malfoy into the responsive room, figuring out what Malfoy is doing inside, figuring out where Malfoy has gone, and the room that appears in front of him is what he wants to look for. .
Because there was no shadow of Malfoy with the gods, because Snape wanted to take the prince's textbook, things changed dramatically at this moment.
Harry didn't know about it, but he was really shocked by the sights.
He originally wanted only a place to collect books. He did not expect to have a room for him.
Harry took a sigh of relief, and despite the urgency, fear, and fear of waiting for him in the bathroom, he couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. He stood in the big room of a cathedral and cast it in the high window. The light column shines like a city with high walls.
Harry saw that it was built of items hidden by the Hogwarts of the past. The streets were filled with crumbling pieces of furniture, which might have been stuffed in order to hide the evidence of misintelligence. Here, or hidden by the home elves who maintain the decent castle.
There are thousands of books, undoubtedly banned books, smeared books or stolen books; there are winged slingshots and wolf flying saucers, several of which are still madly hovering over the mountainous forbidden; The broken bottle contains the coagulated potion; there are hats, jewels, cloaks, things like fire dragon eggshells; a few plugged mouths are still shining with evil light; there are several rusted swords And a big axe with bloodstains.
Harry hurried into an alley in the treasure pile, turned to the right, passed a monster specimen, ran for a short time, turned left again next to the dilapidated disappearance cabinet, and finally stopped at a faded In front of the crates.
On the top of the crates is an ugly old wizard statue with a gray hairpin on the head and a star dent on the top of the sleeve. Maybe the statue was once on the head. Something like a crown, but it is no longer there.
Harry hesitated and looked into the room again, not seeing the end.
There must be a place in the room that is more suitable for collecting books than here, but he has no time.
He randomly found a dirty rag, wrapped the book of the Half-Blood Prince, and stuffed it behind the crates.
Harry gasped, stopping for a while, his heart violently jumping, looking around at the debris pile...
In the back position, there is a lot of broken furniture, which is discarded here in disorder.
Due to the occlusion of the crates, there is no way to hide the book of the mixed prince behind.
In the midst of so many breaks, can Snape find this place?
After a brief hesitation, Harry felt that the answer was no.
Then, he quickly rushed through the streets full of debris, ran to the corridor, and slammed the door, and it immediately turned into a stone wall.
Harry rushed to the bathroom downstairs at full speed, and ran Ron's "Advanced Potion Making" into his bag.
If he can, he should communicate with Ai Wen.
The book of the Half-Blood Prince has a copy of him, and he seems to know what it is like to have a shadowless spell.
But at the moment, Harry has not taken care of the other, he knows he has to hurry.
A minute later, he went back to Snape in a gasless manner, and his chest burned and healed.
Snape reached out with a word, and Harry handed the bag over.
In the face of Harry, Snape took Harry's book and checked it out.
In the end, only the potion textbook was left, and he stared at it very carefully for a while.
"Is this your "Advanced Potion Making", Potter?"
"Yes." Harry was still breathing heavily.
"You are pretty sure, is Potter?"
"Yes." Harry said reluctantly, a little more resistance in his tone.

This is the
Advanced Potion Making
you bought from the Flourish Bookstore?

"Yes." Harry bitten.
"How do you write Luo Wei Wei Qi Li behind the cover?"
Harry's heart stopped and he forgot about it. Fortunately, Ron didn't write the real name in the textbook.
"That is my nickname." He said, trying to make yourself look natural.
"Your nickname?"
"Yes, it’s the name that my friend gave me. I like the nickname of the bird."
"I know what the nickname means, Potter!" Snape said, his cold black eyes staring at Harry's eyes.
Harry tried not to look at the eyes and recall what he had learned during the semester.
"Close your brain, close your brain, and close your brain..."
He hasn't practiced this spell for a long time, and he always does not do well.
But he can refuse to see Snape's eyes, which is the best way to resist this spell.
"Don't do that ridiculously try again, do you know what I think, Potter?" Snape said softly. "I think you are a liar, a liar, um, you have to be punished. You should be punished for closing my detention every Saturday until the end of the semester. What do you think, Potter?"
"I, I can't agree, Professor." Harry said, still refused to see Snape's eyes.
"Well, what will you feel after seeing the confinement? I am at 10 am on Saturday, Potter, to my office."
"But, Professor..." Harry said, looking up in desperation and looking at him, "Quidditch, Saturday is the last..."
"At ten o'clock, you have to come!" Snape whispered, his face floating and smiling, revealing yellow teeth. "Roman bird? It's a ridiculous nickname! Without you, Gryffindor will lose, isn't that? It’s really pitiful, Gryffindor is going to take the fourth place this year, I am worried...

When he finished, he went away.
Leaving Harry looking at the mirror, I feel that I feel more uncomfortable than I feel in my life.
Snape was sure to be suspicious of the prince's book. He knew Harry and he would not give up.
Harry is not sure how long he can hide this secret under Snape's investigation, if the textbook of the Half-Blood Prince is found
What makes Harry more confused and frustrated is why there is such a dangerous black magic in the prince's book!
Thinking of Malfoy falling to the ground, Harry snorted again.
This thing is terrible!
When you think about it, Harry is even more shocked by the cold sweat. The house seems to be really not that simple.
"Hey, have you used the gods at Malfoy?" Ai Wen said in the public room when he was a child.
He and Elaine returned to study last night, and the vampire was only exceptionally good at night.
Two people found an empty classroom. They learned from eight o'clock at two o'clock in the middle of the night. When they came back, they saw Harry's lost soul.
"I remember, I reminded you before, don't be against students..."
"I know, but I didn't go to my heart." Harry said weakly. "I didn't think that magic would be so terrible."