HP Magic Biography

In fact, the weather was getting warmer in May, and whenever Harry saw Ginny, Ron was always by Harry's side.

This made Harry a little helpless. For the first time, Harry felt that Ron was really getting in the way.

How much Harry found himself wishing that some accident would have made Ron realize that his best friend and his sister were both in love, and would be happier spending more time alone.

In fact, that's what got Harry excited.

Because Fan Lin quietly told Harry something about Ginny last night.

According to rumors, it came from Hermione, in an unintentional discussion.

This couldn't help but make Harry excited, but what followed was doubts about himself...

Didn't hide it?

But when the Quidditch final is approaching, it seems that there is no chance.

Ron was too busy discussing tactics with Harry to think about anything else.

Ron wasn't the only one obsessed with the sport, a Quidditch craze quickly spread throughout the school as it determined the champion. If each side beats Ravenclaw by more than 300 points, they will win the Quidditch Cup. If they didn't beat Ravenclaw by 300 points, they'd be in second place: if they were within 100 points behind they'd be third, and if they lost by more than 100 points they'd be fourth, no place.

Um……

If you want to win the championship... 300 points?

Probably one Golden Snitch plus fifteen goals?

Harry has never seen a victory with such a lead since he first came into contact with Quidditch.

Even if the opponents are all at the level of Fan Lin and Hermione...

Thinking of it this way, there is some chance of winning, as long as no magic is used, but Fan Lin must have a way to hide it from everyone's eyes.

The eve of the final is always the usual pattern: a group of opponents try to threaten each other in the corridor, and a satirical song is sung over and over again as a player passes by.

Some of the team members were proud of being the focus of others, while others rushed into the toilet to vomit.

This is probably under 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 a little what kind of situation.

Like the Soft Legs Curse?

This was probably the most spells Neville had endured before fourth year.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was heated up by the Quidditch match.

For some reason, the game kept coming to Harry's mind when he thought of Ginny, and he couldn't imagine what the celebration would be like if they were leading by more than three hundred points, a big party Maybe it's like swigging a glass of luck medicine.

Despite all the big stuff, Harry still hadn't forgotten his other plan: to find out what Malfoy was doing in Myrtle's toilet. He was still checking the Marauder's Map, but Harry couldn't find Malfoy, but through the traces, Harry roughly estimated Malfoy's schedule.

After all, after finishing Slughorn's mission, both Van Lin and Harry fell into a relatively long blank period.

But even though Harry's hopes of getting into the Slytherin chamber dwindled, he tried—as long as he was around, but no matter how much he repeated his request, Parseltongue or whatever, the bathroom wash The table was motionless.

But everyone knew that there was a huge underground passage connecting Hogwarts' old and dilapidated sewer pipes, through which Slytherin's basilisks used to travel.

A few days before the competition, Harry found himself having to go to dinner alone... Ron hurried to throw up in a nearby toilet, Hermione hurried to see Professor Victor about his last math divination error, and Fan Lin has become weird since meeting Slughorn's memory, and he doesn't like to talk, and spends more time in the Room of Requirement.

This made Harry have to act alone, go to the second floor as he did before, and then stare intently at the Marauder's Map, finding the slightly eye-catching name among countless names.

However, Harry searched for a while and couldn't find Malfoy, so Harry was sure he was in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

But suddenly, Malfoy's name appeared on the map again.

Accompanying him was not Gore, Carat, or Vincent, but the Gold Digger.

Harry stopped, he had been wondering if Myrtle was really helping Malfoy, but now it seemed that things seemed to have some clues.

However, when he was about to leave, his elbow bumped against a pair of armor standing next to him.

The loud crash pulled him out of his thoughts, and Harry put the map away hastily.

Scared the snake?

Fortunately, he had just reached the third floor and ran down the stairs, aiming for Myrtle's bathroom.

To be honest, he had come here countless times, but never once had Harry been so excited.

Carefully, Harry pressed his ear to the door, but he couldn't hear anything.

Harry opened the door carefully.

Malfoy was standing behind the door, his hands clutching the sink, his pale face stretched toward it.

No, came the gold digger's low voice from the cubicle.

Don't... tell me what's wrong... maybe I can help you... like now...

No, no one can help me, Malfoy said, his whole body shaking. I can't do it...I can't...it won't work...and unless I do it right away...he said he's going to kill me...

Harry was a little dazed, but it didn't take long for Harry to realize what Malfoy was doing.

The choked words, combined with the trembling body...

Malfoy was crying...was crying...tears were streaming from the gap between his pale face into the dirty sink.

Malfoy sobbed, trying to wipe the tears off his face with his hands, but this made his vision even more blurred, as if a gap had been opened, and the tears could not stop flowing down the corners of his eyes.

Harry was silent, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

Originally, this was what he had been looking forward to all along, but in fact, Harry felt very flustered when he actually saw Malfoy.

Perhaps Malfoy was forced?

No, he must be seeking Myrtle's sympathy...

While Harry was struggling, Malfoy suddenly looked up, and through the broken mirror, he saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.

Malfoy turned around, holding his wand.

Harry instinctively pulled out his own wand.

you……

It's all your fault, Potter! Malfoy yelled frantically, It's all your fault, damn it!

As he said that, before Harry could react, Malfoy's hand trembled, and the red light of the Stunning Spell hurt Harry's eyes.

Without hesitation, Harry quickly dodged behind the wall, and a flash of red light shattered the floor beneath Harry's feet.

Before he had time to think about it, relying on years of experience in fighting with Fan Lin, Harry instinctively cast out the Leg-locking Curse as soon as he dodged, and he wanted to subdue Malfoy.

But it turned out that this pediatric spell didn't work at all, and at the moment of the spell, Malfoy had already used magic to lift Harry's restrictions on himself.

No! No! Stop! screamed Gold Digger, her voice echoing in the empty house. Stop! Stop!

A loud bang came from behind Harry. Harry tried a Leg Locking Charm that bounced off the wall, grazed Malfoy's ear, and shattered the pool as the Gold Digger moaned, splashing as she screamed.

It's all you, Potter! Malfoy's voice became angry, and this emotion overwhelmed Malfoy's rationality, and Harry clearly felt that Malfoy was brewing some curse.

A whip of fire hit the spot where Harry was hiding before, and then left a black whip mark and gravel.

Malfoy wants his own life?

For a split second, the thought popped into Harry's mind.

Harry kept changing his position, never before, and Harry didn't even know how powerful Malfoy was, the magic he had never seen and the magic power beyond imagination.

In a matter of seconds, Malfoy had almost reduced the bathroom to rubble.

Before he had time to think about it, Harry resisted the whip with his armor, and the huge impact forced Harry to stick tightly to the floor.

Without you, it's over... Malfoy held his wand high.

Shenfengwusha! Harry yelled desperately as he lay on the floor, waving his wand wildly.

For an instant, blood gushed from Malfoy's face and chest, as if he had just been struck by an invisible sword. He staggered backwards onto the watery floor, his wand falling from his limp right hand.

No... Harry gasped, It shouldn't be like this...

Harry fell to his knees in pain beside Malfoy, who was trembling in his own blood.

For a moment, Harry couldn't believe his wand, what did he do?

Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream: Murder! Murder! Murder in the toilet!

The door slammed open behind Harry, and he was horrified to see: Snape rushed into the room, ashen-faced, pushed Harry very roughly aside, knelt beside Malfoy, and drew his wand. , pointing at the wound caused by Harry's spell, muttering the spell, it sounded like a song.

The blood seemed to be stagnant, and Snape wiped the remaining blood from Malfoy's face and repeated his spell again. The wound looked as though it was being stitched up.

Harry was still watching, horrified at what he had done, completely unaware that he was covered in blood and water.

Moaning Myrtle always sobbed and whimpered on high. When Snape repeated his spell for the third time, he half pulled and half pushed Malfoy to his feet.

You'll need to go to the hospital. There's bound to be some scarring, but it can be avoided if the treatment is on time... come on... He helped Malfoy across the bathroom, turned around in front of the door, and said in a cold and exasperated way The voice said, And you, Potter...you wait here for me.

It didn't occur to Harry for a moment not to listen to him. Trembling, he stood up slowly, looking down at the soaked floor, bloodstains floating on the surface like bright red flowers. He couldn't even think of telling Moaning Myrtle, who was sobbing and whimpering with growing joy, to be quiet.

Malfoy was saved, but he almost killed him just now?

Finally Malfoy stopped, the curse didn't fall, he was suppressed by Malfoy from the beginning, and then...

The blood burst suddenly, and Harry felt that the blood on the floor seemed to possess strange magical powers.

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, where suddenly there was silence.

I didn't mean to, Harry said quickly. His voice echoed in the cold, water-filled place, I don't know what the spell does.

But Snape didn't care about that at all.

Obviously I underestimated you, Potter, he said softly. Who would have thought you knew such Dark Arts? Who taught you?

I...read it somewhere.

I thought you would push on Fan Lin, so... where is that? Snape looked at Harry with a sneer...

That's... a book from the library, Harry began to make up, I can't remember what it's called...

Lie. Snape said coldly, his eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry's throat started to dry out. He knew what Snape was going to do and there was no way he could stop it... The toilet started to flicker in his eyes.

Harry struggled to keep all his thoughts shut, but the more he tried, the Half-Blood Prince slowly came to mind. Then he stared at Snape again, in the middle of the broken, wet toilet. He looked into Snape's dark eyes, hoping Snape didn't see what he was afraid of, but...

Give me your schoolbag, said Snape softly, and all your books, all of them. Bring them all here. Now!

There is nothing to argue about. Harry turned immediately and walked out of the toilet. Once in the hallway, he ran towards Gryffindor Tower. Most of the people were walking in the opposite direction, and they stared at him covered in blood and water, but he didn't answer any questions they asked as he passed.

Harry felt dizzy, like a tame pet suddenly turned into 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 started churning...for a split second, Harry nearly threw up.

How did Harry get high grades in potions all year long? Would he confiscate or destroy the book that had taught Harry so much... a friend who had become a sort of guide? Harry couldn't let this happen... he couldn't...

You went...? Why are you covered in...? Is this blood? Ron stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at Harry.

I need your book, Harry gasped,

Your potion book, quick...give it to me... Harry said anxiously, wishing he could rush up and grab it.

That mixed blood...

Stop talking so much... I'll explain later!

Ron took his from his bag and handed it over, and Harry ran right past him back into the common room. There, he grabbed his schoolbag, ignored the surprised expressions of those who had finished their meal, rushed out of the portrait opening, and ran to the corridor on the seventh floor.

He closed his eyes and started walking. 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 Room of Requirement finally appeared.

Harry slammed the door open, and Fan Lin was sitting beside him. Then, Harry threw the book to Fan Lin, and went out... and closed the door heavily.

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