In fact, the weather was getting warmer in May, and whenever Harry saw Ginny, Ron was always there for Harry.

This made Harry a little frustrated, and for the first time, Harry felt that Ron was really in the way.

Harry discovers how much he wishes for something unexpected to make Ron realize that his best friend is both in love with his sister, and that being alone longer would make him happier.

In fact, that's what excites Harry.

Because last night Van Lin had 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 with that came questioning himself......

Didn't hide it?

But when the Quidditch final was approaching, it seemed that there was no chance.

Ron spent his days discussing tactics with Harry and didn't have time to think about anything else.

Ron wasn't the only one obsessed with the activity, and his passion for Quidditch quickly spread through the school, as it determined the ownership of the champion. If they win more than 300 points against Ravenclaw, they will win the Quidditch Cup. If they don't have 300 points more than Ravenclaw, they'll be second: if they're within 100 points behind, they'll be third, and if they've lost more than 100 points, they'll be fourth, not in place.

Well......

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

Probably a golden snitch plus fifteen goals?

Harry had never seen a win win by so many points since he first came into contact with Quidditch.

Even the other side is all of Van Lin and Hermione's level......

There are some odds of winning this way, without using magic, but Van Lin must have a way of hiding from everyone's eyes.

In the run-up to the final, it's always the usual situation: a group of opponents try to threaten each other in the hallway, and a song that satirizes a player as he passes by is sung over and over again.

Some of the team members were proud to be the center of attention for others, while others rushed into the toilet and vomited.

This is probably a curse, Hogwarts often happens like this, please refer to Neville's life for details, although no one will bully Neville, but Neville always has a way to make a little situation on his body or something.

For example, the soft leg charm?

Before fourth year, this was probably the most spell Neville had ever received.

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

Somehow, the game always popped into Harry's mind when he thought of Ginny, and he couldn't imagine what the celebration would be like if they were more than three hundred points ahead, and a big party might be like drinking a cup of lucky medicine.

Despite all the big things, Harry hadn't forgotten his other plan: to find out what Malfoy was doing in Myrtle's toilet. He was still checking the map of the living site, but Harry couldn't find Malfoy, but through the traces, Harry could roughly estimate Malfoy's routine.

After all, after the end of Slahhorn's mission, both Verlin and Harry were left in a relatively long gap.

However, while Harry's hopes of entering the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets were diminishing, he tried, as long as he was nearby, but no matter how much he repeated his request, with a parseltongue or whatever, the washstand in the bathroom did not move.

However, it was clear to all that there was a huge passage underneath that connected to the old Hogwarts sewer pipes that had fallen into disrepair and that Slytherin basilisks had used to pass through.

A few days before the game, Harry found himself having to go to dinner alone...... Ron hurried into a nearby toilet to vomit, Hermione hurried to see Professor Victor for his mistake in divination at his last subject, and Van Lin had become weird and disliked talking since seeing Slahhorn's memories, spending more time in the Room of Requirement.

This forced Harry to go alone, going to the second floor as he had done before, and then staring intently at the map of the living spots, finding the slightly eye-catching name among the countless names.

However, after Harry searched for a while but could not find Malfoy, Harry was sure that he was in the Slytherin chamber.

Suddenly, however, Malfoy's name appeared on the map.

He was accompanied not by Goyle or Carat or Vincent or anything like that, but by the Gold Digger.

Harry paused, he had been wondering if Myrtle was really helping Malfoy, but now it seemed that things were getting a little bit of an eyebrow.

However, as he was about to leave, his elbow hit a pair of armor erected next to him.

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

Act rashly and alert the enemy?

Luckily, he had just reached the third floor and ran down the stairs to target Myrtle's bathroom.

Truth be told, he'd been here countless times, but not once, so excited Harry.

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

Harry cautiously opened the door.

Malfoy was standing behind the door, his hands grasping the sink, his pale face reaching for it.

"Don't," Gold Digger's bass voice came out of the compartment.

"Don't ...... Tell me what's wrong...... Maybe I can help you...... It's like this......"

"No, no one can help me," Malfoy said, his whole body trembling. "I can't do it...... I can't...... It won't work out...... And unless I do it right away...... Otherwise he said he was going to kill me......"

Harry was a little dazed, but soon Harry realized what Malfoy was doing.

Choked words, combined with a trembling body......

Malfoy was crying...... Actually crying...... Tears flowed from his pale face into the filthy pool.

Malfoy sobbed, trying to wipe the tears from his face with his hands, but it made his vision even more blurry, 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, but in fact, Harry felt very flustered when he actually saw Malfoy.

Perhaps, Malfoy was forced?

No, he must have been trying to win Myrtle's sympathy......

As Harry struggled, Malfoy suddenly looked up and saw through the shattered mirror that Harry was looking over his shoulder.

Malfoy turned, holding his wand.

Harry instinctively pulled out his own wand.

"You ......"

"It's all you, Potter!" Malfoy shouted frantically, "It's all your fault, damn it!"

As he spoke, before Harry could react, Malfoy's hand shook, and Harry's eyes ached from the red light of the Unconscious Charm.

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

There was no time to think about it, with years of experience in fighting Van Lin, instinctively, Harry knocked out the leg lock charm in a flash, he wanted to subdue Malfoy.

However, it turned out that this pediatric spell had no effect at all, and at the very moment of the spell, Malfoy had already used magic to remove Harry's restrictions on himself.

"No! stop!" the gold digger screamed, her voice returning to the empty room. "Stop, stop!"

A loud bang came from behind Harry. Harry tried a leg-locking charm that bounced off the wall, brushed Malfoy's ears, and shattered the pool at the Gold Digger's moans, screaming and splashing.

"It's all you, Potter!" Malfoy's voice turned angry, and the emotion overwhelmed Malfoy's sanity, and Harry could clearly sense that Malfoy was brewing some evil curse.

A flaming whip struck where Harry had been hiding, leaving a trail of black marks and rubble.

"Malfoy wants his own life?"

In an instant, such a thought crossed Harry's mind.

Harry kept changing his place, never before, Harry didn't even know how powerful Malfoy was, magic he hadn't seen before, and magic beyond imagination.

Within seconds, Malfoy had almost reduced the bathroom to rubble.

Before he had time to think about it, Harry used his armor to resist the whiplash, and the huge impact caused Harry to stick to the floor.

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

"Blade!" Harry shouted desperately as he lay on the floor, frantically waving his wand.

In an instant, blood poured out of Malfoy's face and chest, as if he had just been slashed by an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and fell to the watery ground, his wand falling out of his feeble right hand.

"No......" Harry gasped, "it shouldn't be like this......"

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

For a moment, Harry couldn't believe his wand, what had he done?

The weeping myrtle let out a deafening scream: "Murder! murder! murder in the toilet!"

The door behind Harry slammed open, and he watched to his horror: Snape rushed into the room, his face ashen, and he pushed Harry aside very rudely, and he knelt beside Malfoy, drew his wand, pointed at the wound caused by Harry's spell, and muttered a spell that sounded like a song.

The bleeding seemed to subside, and Snape brushed the remaining blood off Malfoy's face and repeated his incantation. The wound looked as if it was being stitched up.

Harry was still watching, horrified by what he had done, not even aware that he was covered in blood and water.

The crying myrtle is always sobbing and whimpering from a high place. When Snape repeated his incantation for the third time, he half-pulled and half-fell to Malfoy's feet.

"You need to go to the hospital. There will definitely be some scarring, but it can be avoided if treated promptly...... Come on......" He helped Malfoy walk through the bathroom, turned around in front of the door, and said in a cold, irritated voice, "And you, Potter...... You are waiting for me here. ”

For a moment Harry didn't think to listen to him. He shuddered and slowly stood up, looking down at the soaked floor, blood floating on the surface like bright red flowers. He couldn't even think of telling the weeping Myrtle, who was sobbing and whimpering with growing joy.

Malfoy was saved, but he almost killed him?

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

The blood burst open, and Harry felt as if the blood on the floor had an eerie magical power.

Ten minutes later, Snape returned. He walked into the toilet and locked the door.

"Go," he said to Myrtle, and she immediately flew into her own toilet, where there was silence.

"I didn't mean to," Harry said right away. His voice echoed in this cold, watery place, "I don't know what this spell does. ”

But Snape didn't bother at all.

"Apparently I underestimated you, Potter," he said softly, "who would have thought you would know about this kind of dark magic?

"I ...... Somewhere read about it. ”

"I thought you were going to push it on Van Lin, then...... What is that place?" Snape looked at Harry with a sneer......

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

"Lying. Snape said coldly, eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry's throat began to dry. He knew what Snape was going to do, and there was no way he could stop it...... In his eyes, the toilet began to flicker.

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

"Give me your bag," Snape said softly, "and all your textbooks, all of them. Get them all here. Now!"

There is nothing to argue about. Harry immediately turned and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he reached the hallway, he ran towards Gryffindor Tower. Most of them walked in the opposite direction, staring at him covered in blood and water, but he didn't answer any of the questions they asked as he passed.

Harry felt dizzy, as if a tame pet had 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 Slavhorn......

Harry's stomach began to churn...... For a moment, Harry almost threw up.

How did Harry get high marks on potions all year long, and would he have confiscated or destroyed the book that taught Harry so much...... Harry couldn't let that happen, a book that had become a kind of guide's friend...... He can'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 potions book, ,...... Give me ......," Harry said anxiously, eager to rush up and grab it.

"The half-blood......"

"Don't say so much...... I'll explain later!"

Ron pulled his Advanced Potions Guide from his bag and handed it over, and Harry immediately ran past him back to the common room. There, he grabbed his bag and, ignoring the surprised expressions of those who had already finished eating, rushed out of the portrait and ran to the corridor on the seventh floor.

He closed his eyes and began to walk. I need a place to store my books...... I need a place to store my books...... I need a place to store my books...... He walked back and forth three times in front of the blank wall, and when he opened his eyes, the door to the Room of Request finally appeared.

Harry slammed the door open, and Van Lin was sitting beside him, and then Harry tossed the book to Van Lin and went out...... Slam the door shut.

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