At this moment, Harry probably couldn't have imagined that the place he had been looking for for a semester would appear in front of his eyes.

This semester, he wanted to follow Malfoy into the Room of Requirement, figure out what Malfoy was doing inside, figure out where Malfoy went, and the room that appeared in front of him at this time was what he was looking for.

Things take a dramatic turn for the worse when Malfoy was wounded with Blade, and because Snape wanted to take the prince's textbook.

Harry didn't know any of this yet, but he was really shocked by what he saw.

Originally, he only wanted a place to store books, but he didn't expect that the Room of Request would give him such a room.

Harry gasped, and despite his anxiety and fear, he couldn't help but marvel at what was waiting for him in the bathroom, standing in a room the size of a cathedral, the pillars of light cast from the high windows that looked like a city with high walls.

Harry could see that it had been made up of piles of objects that had been hidden by generations of Hogwarts, and that the streets and alleys were lined with crumbling and broken furniture, perhaps stuffed here to hide evidence of mistaken magic, or hidden by house-elves who maintained the castle's decency.

There were thousands of books, undoubtedly forbidden, scribbled, or stolen, winged slingshots and wolf-tooth flying saucers, a few of which still hovered limply over the mountains of forbidden objects, some broken bottles containing solidified potions, hats, jewels, cloaks, something like dragon eggshells, a few gagged bottles still glowing with evil light, a few rusty swords and a bloodstained axe.

Harry hurried into an alley in the middle of the treasure pile, turned to the right, passed a troll specimen, ran a short distance, turned left next to the dilapidated vanishing cabinet, and finally stopped in front of a faded crate.

On top of the crate was a statue of an ugly old wizard, covered with an old gray hairdress, and a circle of star dents at the top of the haircover, perhaps the statue had a crown or something on its head, but it was no longer there.

Harry hesitated, then looked back into the room, with no end in sight.

There must have been a better place in the room for books than here, but he didn't have time

He scrambled for a dirty rag and wrapped the half-blood prince's book and stuffed it behind the crate.

Harry gasped and paused for a moment, his heart pounding violently, looking around at the pile of debris......

Further back, there is a large pile of tattered furniture, discarded in a haphazard manner.

Due to the obscuration of the crate, the book of the half-blood prince hidden behind it was not visible at all.

In the midst of all this rags, would Snape be able to find this place?

After a brief hesitation, Harry felt the answer was no.

Then he sprinted through the alley full of debris, ran down the hallway, slammed the door, and it turned into a stone wall again.

Harry ran to the bathroom downstairs at full speed, tucking Ron's Advanced Potions Maker into his bag as he ran.

If he could, he should talk to Evan first.

He still had a copy of the Half-Blood Prince's book, and he seemed to know what the Shadowless Spell was all about.

But at the moment, Harry couldn't care about anything else, he knew he had to hurry.

A minute later, he returned to Snape breathlessly, his chest aching like a fire.

Snape reached out without saying a word, and Harry handed over the bag.

In Harry's presence, Snape took out Harry's books one by one and examined them.

In the end, all that was left was the Potions textbook, and he stared at it very carefully for a moment.

"Is this your Advanced Potions Making, Potter?"

"Yes. Harry was still gasping for air.

"Are you sure, Potter?"

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

"This is the Advanced Potions Making you bought from the Blotted Bookstore?"

"Yes. Harry was adamant.

"Then why is it written on the back of the cover?"

Harry's heart stopped beating, and he forgot about it, thankfully Ron hadn't written his real name in his textbook.

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

"Your nickname?"

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

"I know what the nickname means, Potter!" Snape said, cold black eyes staring at Harry's eyes again.

Harry struggled not to look into those eyes, remembering what he had learned last semester.

"Close your brain, close your brain, close your brain......"

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

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

"Stop that ridiculous attempt, do you know what I think, Potter?" Snape said softly, "I think you're a liar, liar, well, you must be punished, you should be punished for keeping me in confinement every Saturday until the end of the semester." What do you think, Potter?"

"I—I can't agree, Professor. Harry said, still refusing to look Snape in the eye.

"Okay, let's see how you'll feel after the lockdown. Saturday morning at ten o'clock, Porter, to my office. ”

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

"Ten o'clock, you must come!" Snape whispered, a smile on his face and yellow teeth, "Bird, what a ridiculous nickname! Without you, the Gryffindor team will lose, isn't that really pitiful, Gryffindor is going to finish fourth this year, I'm worried about ......"

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Harry was left looking at the broken mirror, feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life.

Snape must have been suspicious of the Prince's book, and with what Harry knew about him, he wouldn't give up on it.

Harry wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep the secret under Snape's investigation, if the half-blood prince's textbooks were discovered......

What made Harry even more puzzled and frustrated was why there was such a dangerous dark magic in the prince's books!

Harry shuddered again at the thought of Malfoy bleeding from the ground.

This thing is simply terrible!

Thinking about it carefully, Harry was even more shocked into a cold sweat, this house really didn't seem to be that simple.

"Oh, you used Blade on Malfoy?" Evan said in the common room for an hour.

He and Elaine had just gone back to study last night, and vampires were only in good spirits at night.

The two of them found an empty classroom, and went from eight o'clock until two o'clock in the middle of the night, and when they returned, they saw Harry's dejected appearance.

"I remember, I warned you before, don't ...... students"

"I know, but I don't take it to heart. Harry said weakly, "I didn't expect that magic to be so terrifying. ”