Vol 2 Chapter 1547: Half-Blood Prince

The mantra flew out and didn't hit Malfoy, but bounced back from the wall behind Malfoy's ear and shattered the toilet under the weeping Myrtle.
Myrtle screamed loudly, the water was over the ground, and Harry slipped.
Malfoy twisted his face and shouted: "Drilling..."
"There is no shadow!" Harry yelled on the floor and waved his wand wildly.
The white light struck, and Malfoy’s face and chest were like blood, like an invisible sword. He slammed back and slammed down on the ground of the water, splashing a large splash of water, and the wand fell from his soft right hand.
"No!" Harry was shocked and looked at Malfoy unbelievably, with a blank inside his head.
What did he and he did? Horse, Malfoy...
He slipped under his feet and staggered and rushed to Malfoy.
I saw that Malfoy’s face had become bright red, and the pale hand was holding the chest that was soaked in blood.
"No, no, I don't have..."
Harry had an unrepentant confession, not knowing what he was talking about, and he fell around Malfoy.
Malfoy fell in the pool of blood and couldn't help but squat, seemingly wanting to say something, but there was no strength at all. Life was passing through him, and the crying myrtle screamed with a deafening scream. "Killing! Killing people in the bathroom." Kill!"
"Don't, don't shout..."
A bang!
The door opened open behind Harry, and he looked up in horror: Snape rushed in and his face was blue.
He violently pushed Harry aside, slammed into Malfoy, pulled out his wand, and moved along the deep mouths caused by Harry's spell, with a singing-like spell in his mouth, bleeding seemed to ease. .
Snape wiped the dirt off Malfoy's face and read the spell again. Now the wound seems to be healing.
Harry was still watching, and he was scared by what he did. He barely realized that he was also immersed in blood and sewage. The crying myrtle was still sobbing and wailing over their heads.
After Snape applied the cracking spell for the third time, he helped Malfoy with half a hug.
"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..." Snape looked back at the door when he walked out of Malfoy. Said in an icy and angry tone, "You, Potter, wait for me here."
Harry didn't even think about disobeying, he slowly stood up and shuddered.
He looked down at the ground of the water, and there was a red flower-like blood on it. He didn't even have the courage to stop the crying myrtle.
She is still crying, but it has become more and more obvious with the taste of banter.
The feeling of loss slowly returned to Harry, and he realized what he had done, the spell he used for Malfoy.
The gods have no shadows, and this is the effect of this spell.
Ai Wen reminded him a few weeks ago that he should not use this magic easily for students. Harry never thought about it...
He never thought that the power of "the shadow of the gods" would be so strong, this is black magic!
Will Malfoy have something to do? What should he do now?
Before Harry thought about it, Snape came back. He gloomy into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Go away." He said to Myrtle, she slammed back into the toilet and left a tinkering silence.
"I didn't mean it." Harry said immediately, his voice echoed in the cold, wet space. "I don't know what the curse is, Ivan reminded me, but I never thought about it..."
But Snape ignored him, and he looked at Harry carefully with half his eyes.
"I obviously underestimated you, Potter!" he whispered. "Who wants to get this kind of black magic? Who taught you that spell? Ivan Mason?"
"No, not him, it is me, I think."
"Where?"
"Yes, it's a book in the library." Harry made a casual mess. "I can't remember the title."
"Lie." Snape said without hesitation.
Harry had a dry throat and he knew what Snape was going to do, and he could never stop...
In a flash, the bathroom swayed in front of him, and Snape entered his mind. He tried to get rid of all the thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Making" was still blurry.
Then he saw Snape again, in the middle of this messy flooding washroom.
He looked at the unfathomable dark eyes, and fortunately hoped that Snape did not see the memory, however...
"Give me your bag." Snape whispered, "And all your textbooks, all, get here, fast!"
The argument was useless, and Harry immediately turned to step on the water and ran out of the bathroom.
As soon as he reached the corridor, he ran to the Gryffindor Tower. Most of them were heading in the opposite direction. He was shocked to see him in blood, but he only ran forward and did not answer to vote for him. One by one.
To be honest, he was puzzled, as if a cute pet suddenly became ferocious.
Harry didn't understand what the prince thought when he copied such a curse into the book.
He has too many questions, what will Snape see when he sees it?
Snape would tell Slughorn about it, and Harry thought of it in his stomach.
How did his good results in the potion class of this school year come from? Will he confiscate or tear up the book that taught Harry so much knowledge, that book that has become like a mentor and friend? Harry can't let this happen, he can't...
He must take measures and must hide the book.
"God, Harry, where have you been? How is it, is that blood?"
Ron stood on the top of the stairs and looked at Harry in confusion. He had just finished vomiting and came out of the boys' bathroom.
"I need your book, hurry up," Harry said breathlessly. "Your potion textbook, get it to me quickly..."
"But the half-breed prince..."
"Explain later! Time is too late!"
Ron took the "Advanced Potion Making" from his bag and handed it to him. Harry rushed into the common room and grabbed his bag. Despite the surprised eyes of the few people who finished the meal, he drilled a portrait hole and walked along the eight. The corridor of the building rushed.
He suddenly stopped in front of the tapestry where the monster danced, closed his eyes and began to walk back and forth.
"I need a place for me to collect books. I need a place for me to collect books. I need a place for me to collect books..."
He walked back and forth three times in front of the empty wall. When he opened his eyes, he finally saw the door of the responsive house.
Harry opened it and rushed in, hit the door, and appeared in front of him...