Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The spell struck out without hitting Malfoy, but bounced back from the wall behind Malfoy's ear, smashing the toilet under the weeping Peach Golden Lady.

The peach blonde screamed loudly, the water flooded the ground, and Harry slipped.

Malfoy twisted his face and called: “Diamond heart..."

“Shadowy!” Harry roared on the ground, waving his wand wildly.

White light struck Malfoy's face and chest as if it had been cut by an invisible sword. He retreated backwards, pouring through the accumulated water, splashing large swathes of water, and the wand fell from his soft right hand.

“No!” Harry shocked, incredibly looking at Malfoy, his head blanked.

What did he do? Malfoy...

He slipped under his feet, climbed up unsteady and rushed to Malfoy.

Malfoy's face had turned bright red and his pale hands grabbed his blood-soaked chest.

“No, no, I didn't...”

Harry felt unprecedented remorse, not knowing what he was saying, and he knelt down beside Malfoy.

Malfoy shuddered uncontrollably in the blood, seemed to want to say something, but had no power at all, life was passing from his body, the crying Peach Golden Girl made a deafening scream, "Murder! Murder in the bathroom! Murder! ”

“Don't, don't yell...”

Bang bang!

The door slammed open behind Harry, and he raised his head in horror: Snape rushed in and looked blue.

He brutally pushed Harry aside, knelt before Malfoy, pulled out his wand, and moved along those deep mouths created by Harry's spell, reading a singing spell in his mouth, which seemed to ease the bleeding.

Snape wiped the dirt off Malfoy's face and read the spell again, now the wound seems to be healing.

Harry was still watching, frightened by what he had done, hardly realizing that he was immersed in blood and sewage, and the sobbing Peach Golden Girl was crying and moaning over their heads.

After Snape broke the spell for the third time, he lifted Malfoy up half-dragged.

“You need to go to the school hospital, you may have some scars, but if you use white in time, you may even avoid scars, go...” Snape turned around at the door as he walked out with Malfoy in his arms and said in an icy, angry tone, "You, Porter, wait for me here. ”

Harry had no idea of disobedience, and he slowly stood up and was covered in chestnuts.

He looked down at the floor of the accumulation of water, with a saffron-like blood on it, and he didn't even have the courage to call the crying peach golden woman to stop the noise.

She was still crying, but it was becoming more and more obvious that she was enjoying herself.

The feeling of loss slowly returned to Harry's body before he realized what he had done, the spell he had used against Malfoy.

Spirit Shadowless Spell, so this is the effect of this spell.

Ivan warned him a few weeks ago not to use this magic against students easily, Harry never thought...

He never thought that the power of "Shadowy Shadow" would be so powerful. It's black magic!

Will Malfoy be all right? What's he gonna do now?

Before Harry could think of it, Snape came back, and he walked into the bathroom with a gloomy face and closed the door.

“Go away.” He told Madame Peach that she drilled back into the toilet and left a tinnitus silence.

“I didn't mean to.” Harry said immediately that his voice echoed in a cold, wet space, "I don't know what that spell is, Ivan warned me, but I never thought...”

But Snape ignored it, and he gauged Harry with half narrowed eyes.

“I obviously underestimated you, Porter!” He whispered, "Who would have thought you'd have this dark magic? Who taught you that spell? Evan Mason? ”

“No, not him, me, I saw. ”

“Where is it? ”

“Yes, in a book in the library.” Harry made it up temporarily, “I can't remember the title. ”

“Liar.” Snape said without any hesitation.

Harry had a dry throat, he knew what Snape was going to do and he could never stop himself...

Moments later, the bathroom swayed in front of him, Snape entered his mind, and he tried to get rid of all ideas, but no matter how hard he tried, the Mixed Prince's Advanced Potion Making came to his eyes in vague...

Then he saw Snape again, in the middle of this wretched flooded bathroom.

He looked into those unpredictable dark eyes and fortunately hoped Snape didn't see that memory, however...

“Give me your bag.” Snape said softly, "And all your textbooks, all of them, get over here, quick! ”

The argument was useless, and Harry immediately turned around and stepped on the water and ran out of the bathroom.

As soon as he reached the corridor, he pulled his legs towards the Gryffindor Tower, most of them walking in the opposite direction, and was surprised to see him covered in blood, but he only ran forward and did not answer a question that had been thrown at him.

To be honest, he was stunned, as if a lovely pet had suddenly become fierce.

Harry doesn't understand. What did the prince think when he copied such a spell into the book?

He has too many questions. What happens if Snape sees them?

Snape wouldn't tell Slughorn that, thinking about it, Harry's stomach flipped.

How did he get good grades in his potion class this school year? Will he confiscate or tear down the book that taught Harry so much knowledge that it has become like a tutor and a friend? Harry can't let this happen, he can't...

He must take steps to hide the book.

“Jesus, Harry, where have you been? How's that wet? Is that blood? ”

Ron stood at the top of the stairs, staring confused at Harry, who had just finished vomiting and stepped out of the boys' bathroom.

“I need your book, quick.” Harry panted and said, "Give me your magic book, quick, quick...”

“But a hybrid prince...”

“Explain later! Time's running out! ”

Ron pulled Advanced Potion Making out of his bag and handed it to him. Harry rushed into the public lounge, grabbed his bag and, despite the surprise of several people who had finished eating, drilled out a portrait hole and ran along the corridor on the eighth floor.

He suddenly caught his footsteps in front of the tapestry where the troll danced, closing his eyes and walking back and forth.

“I need a place to hide books, I need a place to hide books, I need a place to hide books...”

He walked back and forth in front of the empty wall three times, and when he opened his eyes, he finally saw the door to the house of necessity.

Harry pulled it open and rushed in, knocked the door into it, and it appeared in front of him...