At this moment, Harry could not have imagined that the place he had been searching for a semester would appear in front of him.
During this semester, he had wanted to follow Malfoy into the House of Answered Requests countless times, to find out what Malfoy was doing inside, to find out where Malfoy had gone. The room that appeared in front of him now was what he had been looking for.
Because he had injured Malfoy with the Shadowless Blade, because Snape had wanted to take away the prince's textbook, things had taken a dramatic turn at this moment.
Harry did not know this yet, but he was really shocked by the scene in front of him.
He had only wanted a place to hide his books, but he did not expect the House of Answered Requests to give him a room like this.
Harry took a deep breath. Despite his anxiety, fear, and fear of what was waiting for him in the bathroom, he could not help but be amazed by the scene in front of him. He stood in a room as big as a cathedral, and the light from the high windows looked like a walled city.
Harry could see that it was piled up by the belongings of the previous generations of Hogwarts. The streets and alleys were filled with crumbling pieces of broken furniture, which could have been stuffed here to hide the evidence of magic, or hidden by the house-elves who maintained the dignity of the castle.
There were thousands of books, no doubt banned, scribbled, or stolen; there were winged slingshots and flying saucers, some of which were still hovering feebly over the mountains of forbidden items; there were broken bottles filled with congealed potions; there were hats, jewels, cloaks, and what looked like fire dragon eggshells; there were a few stoppered bottles that still gleamed with evil light; there were also a few rusty swords and a bloodstained axe.
Harry hurriedly walked into an alley in the middle of the pile of treasures, turned right, passed by a troll specimen, ran a short distance, turned left beside the old vanishing cabinet, and finally stopped in front of a faded crate.
On top of the crate was a statue of an ugly old wizard. Its head was covered with an old dusty wig, and the top of the wig had a circle of star indentations. Perhaps the statue used to wear something like a Coronet on its head, but it was gone now.
Harry hesitated for a moment and looked into the room again, but he couldn't see the end of it.
There must be a better place for books in the room, but he had no time.
He found a dirty rag, wrapped the book in it, and shoved it to the back of the crate.
Harry gasped for breath and paused for a moment. His heart was beating violently as he looked around the pile of junk …
Further back, there was a large pile of broken furniture, which was thrown here in a disorderly manner.
Because of the crate, there was no way he could see the book hidden in the back.
Would Snape be able to find this place in the middle of all this junk?
After a brief hesitation, Harry felt that the answer was no.
Then, he rushed through the alley full of junk until he reached the corridor. He slammed the door, and it immediately turned into a stone wall.
Harry ran downstairs at full speed to the bathroom, stuffing Ron's "Advanced Magic Potion Making" book into his bag.
If possible, he should talk to Elwyn first.
He had a copy of the Half-Blood Prince's book, and he seemed to know what the Shadowless Divine Blade Spell was.
But at this moment, Harry couldn't care less. He knew he had to hurry.
A minute later, he returned to Snape breathlessly. His chest was burning with pain.
Snape reached out his hand without saying a word, and Harry handed him his bag.
In front of Harry, Snape took out Harry's books one by one and checked them.
Finally, only the Magic Potion Making book was left. He stared at it very carefully for a while.
"Is this your" Advanced Magic Potion Making "book, Potter?"
"Yes." Harry was still gasping for breath.
"Are you sure it is, Potter?"
"Yes." Harry said stubbornly, but there was a hint of resistance in his tone.
"Is this the" Advanced Magic Potion Making "book you bought from Lihen Bookstore?"
"Yes." Harry insisted.
"Then why does the back of the cover say Robin Wesley?"
Harry's heart stopped for a moment. He had forgotten about this. Fortunately, Ron did not write his real name in the book.
"That's my nickname," he said, trying to sound natural.
"Your nickname?"
"Yes, it is the name my friend gave me. I like the nickname Robin Wesley."
"I know what a nickname means, Potter!" Snape said, and his cold black eyes stared into Harry's eyes.
Harry tried not to look into those eyes, and tried to recall what he had learned last semester.
"Seal your brain, seal your brain, seal your brain …"
He had not practiced this spell for a long time, and he could not do it well.
But he could refuse to look into Snape's eyes, which was the best way to resist this spell.
"Don't make that ridiculous attempt again. Do you know what I think, Potter?" Snape said softly, "I think you are a liar, a liar. Well, you must be punished. You should be grounded 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 into Snape's eyes.
"Well, let's see how you feel after you're grounded. At ten o 'clock on Saturday morning, Potter, come to my office. "
"But, Professor …" Harry said, and looked up at him in despair, "Quidditch, Saturday is the last game …"
"Ten o 'clock, you must come!" Snape whispered, and a smile appeared on his face, showing his yellow teeth. "Robin Wesley? What a ridiculous nickname! Without you, the Gryffindor team will lose, isn't that a pity? The Gryffindor team is going to get fourth place this year, I'm afraid … "
After saying that, he swaggered off.
Leaving Harry looking at the broken mirror, he felt more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life.
Snape must be suspicious of the Prince's book, and with Harry's understanding of him, he would not give up the search.
Harry was not sure how long he could keep this secret under Snape's investigation. If the Half-Blood Prince's book was found …
What made Harry even more puzzled and depressed was why the Prince's book contained such dangerous black magic!
Thinking of Malfoy lying on the ground bleeding, Harry shivered again.
This matter was simply terrifying!
Thinking about it carefully, Harry broke out in a cold sweat. This house did not seem to be that simple.
"Oh, you used Shadowless Blade on Malfoy?" An hour later, Elwyn said in the common room.
He and Elaine had just gone back to study last night. Vampires were especially energetic at night.
The two found an empty classroom and studied from eight o 'clock until two o' clock in the morning. When they came back, they saw Harry in a daze.
"I remember I reminded you before, don't do that to the students …"
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