The spell did not hit Malfoy, but bounced off the wall behind Malfoy's ear and smashed the toilet bowl under the crying Myrtle.
Myrtle screamed, water splashed all over the floor, and Harry slipped and fell.
Malfoy twisted his face and cried, "Gouge …"
"Shadowless Blade!" Harry roared from the floor and waved his wand wildly.
The white light flashed, and blood gushed out of Malfoy's face and chest, as if he had been cut by an invisible sword. He staggered backward and fell with a loud splash on the puddles of water. The wand fell from his limp right hand.
"No!" Harry was shocked and looked at Malfoy in disbelief. His mind was blank.
"What did he do?" "Ma, Malfoy …"
He slid, staggered to his feet and ran to Malfoy.
Malfoy's face had turned bright red, and his pale hands were clutching his blood-soaked chest.
"No, no, I didn't …"
Harry felt a strong sense of regret. He didn't know what he was saying, and he knelt beside Malfoy.
Malfoy lay in a pool of blood, trembling uncontrollably. He seemed to want to say something, but he had no strength. Life was draining from his body. The crying Myrtle let out a deafening scream, "Murder! Murder in the bathroom! Murder! "
"Don't, don't shout …"
"Bang!"
The door opened behind Harry. He looked up in horror: Snape rushed in, his face livid.
He pushed Harry aside roughly and knelt in front of Malfoy. He took out his wand and moved it along the deep wounds caused by Harry's spell. He chanted a spell that sounded like he was singing, and the bleeding seemed to lessen.
Snape wiped the dirt off Malfoy's face and chanted another spell. Now the wounds seemed to be healing.
Harry was still watching, frightened by what he had done. He hardly realized that he was also soaked in blood and dirty water, and the crying Myrtle was still sobbing and wailing above their heads.
After Snape cast the Antidote for the third time, he half-dragged and half-carried Malfoy up.
"You need to go to the school hospital. There may be some scars, but if you use Bleach in time, maybe even scars can be avoided. Let's go …" As Snape helped Malfoy out, he turned back at the door and said in a cold and angry voice, "You, Potter, wait for me here."
Harry did not think of disobeying. He stood up slowly, trembling.
He looked down at the puddles of blood on the puddles. He did not even have the courage to ask the crying myrtle to stop making noise.
She was still crying, but it was getting more and more obvious that she was enjoying it.
The feeling of loss slowly returned to Harry, and he realized what he had done. He had used the spell on Malfoy.
So this was the effect of the Shadowless Divine Blade Spell.
Elwyn had reminded him a few weeks ago not to use this spell on students, but Harry never thought …
He never thought that "Shadowless Blade" could be so powerful. This was black magic!
Would Malfoy be okay? What should he do now?
Before Harry could think, Snape came back. He walked into the bathroom with a gloomy face and closed the door.
"Go away," he said to Myrtle. She quickly went back to the toilet, leaving behind a deafening silence.
"I didn't mean to." Harry said immediately, his voice echoing in the cold, wet space. "I don't know what the spell is. Elwyn reminded me, but I never thought …"
But Snape ignored him. He squinted and looked at Harry carefully.
"Obviously I underestimated you, Potter!" he said softly. "Who would have thought that you would know this kind of black magic? Who taught you that spell? Elwyn Mason? "
"No, not him. I, I saw it."
"Where is it?"
"In, in a book in the library." Harry made it up. "I can't remember the name of the book."
"Liar," Snape said without hesitation.
Harry's throat went dry. He knew what Snape was going to do, and he could never stop him …
In a flash, the bathroom swayed in front of him. Snape entered his mind. He tried to get rid of all thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, the Advanced Magic Potion Making of the Half-Blood Prince still floated vaguely in front of him …
Then he saw Snape again, in the middle of the waterlogged mess of the lavatory.
He looked at the unfathomable black eyes, hoping that Snape had not seen that memory, but …
"Give me your schoolbag," Snape said softly. "And all your textbooks, all of them. Bring them here, quick!"
It was useless to argue. Harry immediately turned and ran out of the bathroom, treading water.
As soon as he was in the corridor, he ran toward Gryffindor's Tower. Most people were walking in the opposite direction and were surprised to see him covered in blood. But he just ran forward and did not answer the questions thrown at him.
To be honest, he was shocked and puzzled, as if a cute pet had suddenly become ferocious.
Harry did not understand. What was the prince thinking when he copied such a spell into the book?
He had too many questions. What would Snape do if he saw it?
Would Snape tell Slughorn about it? Thinking of this, Harry's stomach churned.
How did he get such good grades in Magic Potion this year? Would he confiscate or tear up the book that had taught Harry so much, the book that had become like a mentor and friend? Harry could not let this happen. He could not …
He had to take measures. He had to hide the book.
"Oh my God, Harry, where have you been? Why are you so wet? Is that blood? "
Ron stood at 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, panting. "Your Magic Potion textbook, hurry, hurry up and give it to me …"
"But the half-blood prince …"
"I'll explain later! There's not enough time! "
Ron took out "Advanced Magic Potion Making" from his bag and handed it to him. Harry rushed into the common room, grabbed his bag, and, ignoring the surprised looks of the people who had just finished their meals, crawled out of the portrait hole and ran along the corridor of the eighth floor.
He suddenly stopped in front of the tapestry of dancing trolls, closed his eyes and began to pace back and forth.
"I need a place to hide my books, I need a place to hide my books, I need a place to hide my books …"
He walked back and forth in front of the empty wall three times. When he opened his eyes, he finally saw the door to the Room of Answered Requests.
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