Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At this moment, Harry may not have imagined that he had found a place for a semester that appeared right in front of him.

This semester, he wanted to go with Malfoy to the Bing House, figure out what Malfoy was doing in there, figure out where Malfoy was going, and this room in front of him was what he was looking for.

Things changed dramatically at this moment, because Malfoy was injured without a shadow, because Snape wanted to take the Prince's textbook.

Harry doesn't know that yet, but he was really struck by the sight.

He wanted only one place to hide books, and didn't expect to have a room like this for him.

Harry took a sigh of breath and, in spite of his impatience, fear and fear of waiting for him in the bathroom, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight in front of him. He stood in a house as big as a cathedral, and the high windows cast a column of light like a city with high walls.

Harry noticed that it was stacked with objects that had been hidden by the Hogwarts for generations, and that the alley was stacked with shaky pieces of furniture that might have been stuffed here to hide evidence of misuse of magic, or hidden by the decent family elves who preserved the castle.

There are thousands of books, undoubtedly forbidden, painted or stolen; winged slingshots and wolftooth flying saucers, several of which are still powerless to circle on piles of forbidden objects; some broken bottles filled with cured magic; hats, jewellery, cloaks, like fire dragon egg shells; several bottles stuffed with evil light; and several rusty swords and a large axe with bloodstains.

Harry hurried into an alley in this treasure stack, turning right, passing a giant specimen, ran another small section, turning left next to the dilapidated vanishing cabinet, and finally parked in front of an already discolored crate.

There is an ugly old man witch statue on the top of the crate with a grey old haircut over his head and another circle of star dents on the top of the haircut. Perhaps this statue has had a crown or something on its head, but it's gone by now.

Harry hesitated for a moment and looked inside the room and couldn't see the end of it.

There's got to be a better place to hide books in the room than here, but he doesn't have time.

He searched for a dirty rag, wrapped it in the book of a hybrid prince, and stuffed it behind a crate.

Harry gasped, paused for a while, his heart beating violently, looking around the clutter pile...

Further back, it was a pile of ruined furniture that was dumped here in chaos and disorder.

Due to the blockade of the crate, you can't even see the book of the hybrid prince hidden behind it.

Can Snape find this place in the middle of all this crap?

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

Then he rushed across a street alley full of clutter and ran all the way to the corridor, banging on the door, and it immediately turned into a stone wall.

Harry rushed downstairs to the bathroom and stuffed Ron's Advanced Potion Making into his bag as he ran.

If possible, he should talk to Evan first.

The book of the Mixed Prince also had a copy with him, and he seemed to know what the Shadowless Spell of God was all about.

But by this moment, Harry had lost sight of everything else, and he knew he had to hurry.

One minute later, he returned to Snape, breathless, his chest burning like a pain.

Snape reached out silently and Harry handed the bag over.

In front of Harry, Snape took out a copy of Harry's book for inspection.

The only magic book left in the end, and he stared at it very carefully for a while.

“Is this your Advanced Potion Making, Potter? ”

“Yes.” Harry was still gasping.

“Are you sure, Potter? ”

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

“This is Advanced Potion Making that you bought from the Leech Bookstore? ”

“Yes.” Harry bites.

“How does the cover say" Robert Wedgley "? ”

Harry's heart stopped for a moment, and he forgot that, fortunately, Ron didn't write his real name in the textbook.

“That's my nickname.” He said, trying to make himself look natural.

“Your nickname? ”

“Yeah, that's the name my friend gave me. I like the nickname Robert. ”

“I know what the nickname means, Potter!” Snape said, his cold black eyes staring at Harry's eyes like diamonds.

Harry tried not to look into those eyes and remember what he learned last semester.

“Seal your brain, seal your brain, seal your brain...”

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

But he can refuse to look Snape in the eye, which is the best way to resist the spell.

“Stop making that ridiculous attempt, you know what I think, Potter?” Snape said softly, "I think you're a liar, liar, well, you have to be punished, and you should be punished for locking me up every Saturday until the end of the semester. What do you think, Potter? ”

“I, I cannot agree, Professor.” Harry said he still refused to look Snape in the eye.

“Okay, we'll see how you feel when you're locked up. Saturday morning at 10: 00, Porter, to my office. ”

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

“Ten o'clock, you must come!” Snape whispered, with a smile on his face and yellow teeth, "Robin? What a ridiculous nickname! Without you, Gryffindor would lose. Isn't that pathetic? Gryffindor is going to take fourth this year, I'm worried..."

He's finished, and he's gone.

Leaving Harry looking in the broken mirror, he felt worse than he ever felt in his life.

Snape must have doubts about the Prince's book, and with Harry's knowledge of him, he would not give up pursuing it.

Harry is not sure how long he can keep this secret under Snape's investigation if the Mixed Prince textbook is discovered...

What makes Harry even more confused and frustrated is why there is such dangerous dark magic in the Prince's book!

Harry shuddered again when he thought of Malfoy bleeding to the ground.

This is horrible!

When you think about it, Harry is even more frightened and sweaty, and the house doesn't really seem that simple.

“Oh, you used Shadow of God on Malfoy?” An hour later, Ivan said in the public lounge.

He and Elaine went back to study last night, and vampires are only exceptionally good at night.

The two men found an empty classroom and learned from 8 o'clock until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night when they returned to see Harry as a lost spirit.

“I remember I warned you before not to treat students...”

“I know, but I didn't think about it.” Harry said weakly and powerlessly, "I had no idea that magic would be so terrible. ”