v2 Chapter 1547： Half-Blood Prince (2/2)

”I didn't mean it.” Harry said immediately, his voice echoed in the cold, wet space. ”I don't know what the curse is, Ivan reminded me, but I never thought about it...”

But Snape ignored him, and he looked at Harry carefully with half his eyes.

”I obviously underestimated you, Potter!” he whispered. ”Who wants to get this kind of black magic? Who taught you that spell? Ivan Mason?”

”No, not him, it is me, I think.”

”Where?”

”Yes, it's a book in the library.” Harry made a casual mess. ”I can't remember the title.”

”Lie.” Snape said without hesitation.

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

In a flash, the bathroom swayed in front of him, and Snape entered his mind. He tried to get rid of all the thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, the Half-Blood Prince's ”Advanced Potion Making” was still blurry.

Then he saw Snape again, in the middle of this messy flooding washroom.

He looked at the unfathomable dark eyes, and fortunately hoped that Snape did not see the memory, however...

”Give me your bag.” Snape whispered, ”And all your textbooks, all, get here, fast!”

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

As soon as he reached the corridor, he ran to the Gryffindor Tower. Most of them were heading in the opposite direction. He was shocked to see him in blood, but he only ran forward and did not answer to vote for him. One by one.

To be honest, he was puzzled, as if a cute pet suddenly became ferocious.

Harry didn't understand what the prince thought when he copied such a curse into the book.

He has too many questions, what will Snape see when he sees it?

Snape would tell Slughorn about it, and Harry thought of it in his stomach.

How did his good results in the potion class of this school year come from? Will he confiscate or tear up the book that taught Harry so much knowledge, that book that has become like a mentor and friend? Harry can't let this happen, he can't...

He must take measures and must hide the book.

”God, Harry, where have you been? How is it, is that blood?”

Ron stood on 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 breathlessly. ”Your potion textbook, get it to me quickly...”

”But the half-breed prince...”

”Explain later! Time is too late!”

Ron took the ”Advanced Potion Making” from his bag and handed it to him. Harry rushed into the common room and grabbed his bag. Despite the surprised eyes of the few people who finished the meal, he drilled a portrait hole and walked along the eight. The corridor of the building rushed.

He suddenly stopped in front of the tapestry where the monster danced, closed his eyes and began to walk back and forth.

”I need a place for me to collect books. I need a place for me to collect books. I need a place for me to collect books...”

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

Harry opened it and rushed in, hit the door, and appeared in front of him...