Vol 2 Chapter 1192:

In fact, the weather in May was getting warmer and warmer, and whenever Harry saw Ginny, Ron was always by Harry's side.
This made Harry somewhat helpless. For the first time, Harry felt that Ron was really getting in the way.
Harry found out how much he wished for some accident to make Ron realize that his best friend and his sister had both fallen in love, and being alone longer would make him happier.
In fact, this is exactly what Harry is excited about.
Because last night Fanlin quietly told Harry something about Ginny.
According to rumors, this was revealed from Hermione's mouth during an unintentional discussion.
This couldn't help but excite Harry, but then he questioned himself...
Did not hide it?
But when the Quidditch final is approaching, there seems to be no chance.
Ron was thinking about discussing tactics with Harry all day and didn't have time to think about other things.
Ron was not the only obsessed with this activity. The enthusiasm for Quidditch spread quickly in the school because it determined the ownership of the champion. If each of them beats Ravenclaw by more than 300 points, they will win the Quidditch Cup. If they don't have 300 points more than Ravenclaw, they will be second: if they are less than 100 points behind, they will be third, and if they lose more than 100 points they will be fourth, no place.
Ok……
If you want to win the championship...300 points?
Probably that is a golden snitch plus fifteen goals?
Harry had never seen a win that could lead so many points from the beginning of his contact with Quidditch.
Even the opponents are all at the level of Fanlin and Hermione...
If you think so, there are some chances of winning. Without using magic, Fanlin definitely has a way to hide it from everyone.
The eve of the finals is always in this usual state: a group of opponents try to threaten each other in the hallway, and a satirical song is sung over and over again when a player passes by.
Some of the team members are proud to be the focus of others, but some rush into the toilet and throw up.
This is probably a curse. Such things often happen at Hogwarts. For details, please refer to Neville’s life. Although no one will bully Neville, Neville always has a way to make himself appear. What kind of situation.
Like the soft leg curse?
Before the fourth grade, this was probably the most spell Neville had suffered.
The atmosphere at Hogwarts became enthusiastic because of the Quidditch game.
Somehow, the game always came out of Harry's mind when he thought of Ginny. He couldn't imagine what the celebration would be like if they led by more than 300 points, a grand party. Maybe it's like sipping a glass of lucky medicine.
Despite so many important things, Harry still did not forget his other plan: to find out what Malfoy was doing in Myrtle’s toilet. He was still checking the spot map, but Harry could not find Malfoy, but through the traces, Harry probably estimated Malfoy's routine.
After all, after finishing Slughorn's mission, both Fanlin and Harry fell into a relatively long blank period.
However, even though Harry’s hopes of entering the Slytherin Secret Chamber were diminishing, he tried—as long as he was nearby, but no matter how he repeated his request, using snake-like voice or some other means, washing hands in the bathroom The Taiwan pattern does not move.
But everyone knew that there was a huge tunnel underground, linking Hogwarts's disrepaired old sewer pipe, and the Slytherin basilisk had passed through it.
A few days before the game, Harry found out that he had to go to dinner alone... Ron rushed into a nearby toilet and vomited, Hermione hurriedly went to see Professor Victor’s mistake in his last math divination, and Fanlin has become weird since seeing Slughorn's memory, and he doesn't like to talk, and spends more time in the room of responsiveness.
This made Harry had to act alone, going to the second floor as he did before, and then staring at the spot map intently, finding the slightly eye-catching name among countless names.
However, Harry searched for a while but couldn't find Malfoy, and Harry was sure he was in the Slytherin's secret room.
But suddenly, Malfoy's name appeared on the map again.
He was not accompanied by Gore or Carat or Vincent, but the gold digger.
Harry stopped. He was wondering if Myrtle was really helping Malfoy, but now it seemed that things were getting better.
However, when he was about to leave, his elbow hit a pair of armor set nearby.
The loud impact pulled him out of his thoughts, and Harry hurriedly put away the map.
Frighten the snake?
Fortunately, he had just walked to the third floor and ran down the stairs. The target was Myrtle's bathroom.
To be honest, he had been here countless times, but not once did Harry get so excited.
Carefully, Harry put his ear on the door, but he couldn't hear any sound.
Harry opened the door carefully.
Malfoy was standing behind the door, his hands grasping the sink, his pale face stretched out towards the sink.
"No," the gold digger's bass voice came from the compartment.
"Don't... tell me what's wrong... Maybe I can help you... just like now..."
"No, no one can help me," Malfoy said, his whole body trembling. "I can't do... I can't... won't succeed... and unless I do it right away... otherwise he said he will kill me..."
Harry was a little confused, but soon Harry realized what Malfoy was doing.
The choked words, coupled with the trembling body...
Malfoy was crying... Actually crying... Tears flowed from the cramps of his pale face into the dirty pool.
Malfoy sobbed, trying to wipe the tears off his face with his hands, but this made his vision more blurred, as if a gap had been opened, and tears could not stop running down the corner of his eyes.
Harry was silent, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.
Originally, this had always been what he was looking forward to, but in fact, when he really saw Malfoy, Harry felt that he was very flustered.
Perhaps Malfoy was forced?
No, he must be wooing Myrtle’s sympathy...
While Harry was struggling, Malfoy suddenly raised his head and saw Harry looking at him through his shoulder through the broken mirror.
Malfoy turned around, holding his wand.
Harry instinctively took out his own wand.
"you……"
"It's all you, Potter!" Malfoy yelled frantically. "It's all your fault, it!"
As he said, before Harry could react, Malfoy's hand shook, and Harry's eyes were painful with the red light stabbed by the stupor.
Without hesitation, Harry hurried to the back of the wall, and then a red light smashed the floor under Harry's feet.
Before he could think about it, relying on years of experience in fighting Fanlin, instinctively, Harry hit the leg-locking spell as soon as he flashed, and he wanted to subdue Malfoy.
However, it turns out that this kind of pediatric spell has no effect at all. At the moment when the spell was hit, Malfoy had used magic to lift Harry's restrictions on himself.
"No! No! Stop!" The gold digger screamed, her voice returning to Hong Kong in the empty room. "Stop! Stop!"
A loud noise came from behind Harry. Harry tried a leg-locking spell reflected off the wall, brushed Malfoy's ear, and shattered the pool under the groan of the gold digger, she screamed loudly and splashed.
"It's all you, Potter!" Malfoy's voice became angry, this emotion dazzled Malfoy's reason, and Harry clearly felt that Malfoy was brewing some evil curse.
A fire whip struck where Harry had previously hidden, leaving behind a dark whip and gravel.
"Malfoy wants his life?"
For an instant, this thought came to Harry's mind.
Harry kept changing his position, never before. Harry didn't even know that Malfoy was so powerful, the magic he hadn't seen and the magic beyond imagination.
Within a few seconds, Malfoy almost turned the bathroom into ruins.
Before he could think about it, Harry used his armor body to resist the lash. The huge impact force made Harry tightly pressed to the floor.
"It's over without you..." Malfoy held up his wand.
"Shen Feng Wuying!" Harry yelled desperately, lying on the floor, waving his wand frantically.
In an instant, blood poured out of Malfoy's face and chest, as if he had just been struck by an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and fell to the ground full of water, his wand fell out of his weak right hand.
"No..." Harry gasped. "It shouldn't be like this..."
Harry knelt in pain next to Malfoy, who was trembling in his own blood.
For a moment, Harry couldn't believe his wand. What did he do?
The crying Myrtle let out a deafening scream: "Murder! Murder! Murder in the toilet!"
The door behind Harry slammed open, so he saw in horror: Snape rushed into the room, his face turned gray, and he pushed Harry aside rudely. He knelt beside Malfoy and drew his wand. , Pointing to the wound caused by Harry's spell, muttering the spell, it sounded like a song.
The blood seemed to stop gradually, and Snape brushed off the remaining blood on Malfoy's face and repeated his spell again. The wound looked like it was being stitched up.
Harry was still watching, horrified by what he had done, unaware that he was covered in blood and water.
The crying Myrtle kept sobbing and sobbing from high places. When Snape repeated his spell for the third time, he half pulled and half prostrated to make Malfoy stand up.
"You need to go to the hospital. There will definitely be some scars, but if the treatment is timely, you can avoid...come..." He helped Malfoy walk through the toilet and turned around in front of the door, using a cold and irritated The voice said, "And you, Potter...you are here waiting for me."
For a moment, Harry didn't expect not to listen to him. He stood up slowly, shaking, looking down at the wet floor, blood stains floating on the surface like bright red flowers. He couldn't even think of telling the crying Myrtle to be quiet, because she kept sobbing and sobbing because of the 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...
The blood blossoms suddenly exploded, and Harry felt that the blood on the floor seemed to possess strange magic.
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, and suddenly there was silence in the toilet.
"I didn't mean it," Harry said immediately. His voice reverberated in this cold, watery place, "I don't know what this spell does."
But Snape ignored it at all.
"Obviously I underestimated you, Potter," he said softly. "Who would have thought you knew this dark magic? Who taught you?"
"I... read it somewhere."
"I thought you would push Fanlin, so...what is that place?" Snape sneered at Harry...
"That's... a book from the library," Harry started to make up, "I can't remember what it was called..."
"Lying." Snape said coldly, his eyes fixed on Harry.
Harry's throat began to dry. He knew what Snape was going to do and he couldn't stop it... In his eyes, the toilet started to flicker.
Harry struggled to block all his thoughts, but the more he tried, the half-blood prince slowly emerged in his mind. Then he stared at Snape again, in the middle of the broken, wet toilet. He looked at Snape's dark eyes, hoping that Snape hadn't seen what he was afraid of, but...
"Give me your schoolbag," Snape said softly, "and all your textbooks, all. Get them all here. Now!"
There is nothing to argue with. Harry immediately turned and walked out of the toilet. As soon as he arrived in the corridor, he immediately ran towards Gryffindor Tower~EbookFREE.me~ Most people walked in the opposite direction. They stared at him covered in blood and water, but he did not answer that they were passing by. Any questions asked at the time.
Harry felt dizzy, as if a tame pet had suddenly become a 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... For a moment, Harry almost vomited.
How did Harry get high marks on Potions all year? Will he confiscate or destroy this book of friends who taught Harry so much...have become a kind of guide? Harry can't let this happen... he can't...
"You went...? Why are you all covered...? Is this blood?" Ron stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at Harry.
"I need your book, Harry gasped,"
"Your potions book, come on,...give it to me..." Harry said anxiously, wishing to rush to grab it.
"That hybrid..."
"Don't say so much... I will explain it later!"
Ron took his from the bag and handed it over, and Harry immediately ran past him back to the common room. There, he grabbed his schoolbag, ignored the surprised expressions of those who had finished eating, and rushed out of the portrait and ran to the corridor on the seventh floor.
He closed his eyes and started to walk. I need a place to store books... I need a place to store books... I need a place to store books... He walked back and forth three times in front of the blank wall, and when he opened his eyes, the door of the responsive house finally appeared.
Harry slammed the door open, Fan Lin was sitting aside, then Harry threw the book to Fan Lin, and then went out... slammed the door shut.
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