Chapter 910 Harry’s Extra Lessons

In fact, teaching Harry Occlumency was like an extra disgusting...well, fun for Professor Snape.

Anyway, based on Fanlin's understanding of Professor Snape, it is inevitable that Harry's experiences come more from Harry's father.

This becomes quite contradictory.

On the one hand there is Harry himself, representing a part of Lily, and on the other...

Well, maybe Professor Snape is also reluctant, and Fanlin doesn't think anyone can teach Harry Occlumency.

Maybe wait until the day when Harry is truly powerful. Anyway, it is simply a joke for Voldemort's Horcrux to resist Voldemort's own will.

Dumbledore couldn't guarantee it, and the only effect it could have was to temporarily block it.

However, no one can guarantee whether it is truly effective.

Anyway, this is definitely a nightmare for Harry.

That evening, Harry had been worrying about the next day. However, two Potions lessons the next morning did little to assuage his fears, as Snape remained as unpleasant as ever.

His mood sank further when members of the Defense Association approached him in the hallway between classes, asking hopefully if there would be a meeting that evening.

"Just so you know to do it as usual when you come next time," Harry said over and over again, "but I can't do that tonight, I have to go and - um - catch up on potions."

"You're going to take potions lessons!" Justin asked arrogantly, almost driving Harry to a corner on the porch after dinner. "Oh my God, you must be crazy. Snape rarely tutors people, doesn't he?"

Ron glared after Sally as he stalked off in annoyance. "Should I jinx him? I can still hit him from here," he said, drawing his wand and aiming it at Surrey's shoulder.

"Oh, forget him..." Harry said gloomily, "That's what everyone has to think about, isn't it? That's where I was really stupid -"

"Hi, Harry," said a voice behind him. He turned around and found Qiu standing there.

"Oh," Harry said. Inexplicably, Harry felt his heart beating unsatisfactorily. "Hi."

"We'll be in the library, Harry," Hermione said firmly as she and Verlin grabbed hold of Logan and pulled him out of the marble hallway.

"Merry Christmas?" Autumn said.

"Well, not bad," said Harry.

"I'm very happy." Qiu said, this kind of unreasonable conversation made her look very embarrassed. "Well, next month, I'm traveling to Hogsmeade again. Did you see the notice?"

"What? Oh, no, I haven't looked at the notice board since I came back."

"Yes, that was on Valentine's Day."

"Okay," Harry said, wondering why Cho was telling him this.

"Okay, I guess you want to...?"

"I mean, you have time," Autumn said eagerly.

Harry stared at her blankly. He said, "I suppose you'd like to know when the next Defense Association meeting is?"

But Qiu didn't answer.

"I - um -" he said.

"Oh, it's okay if not," she said, looking distressed.

"Don't worry. I--I'll see you often." She walked away. Harry stood behind her, watching her, his mind racing with thoughts. Then something clunks down here.

"Qiu! Hi - Qiu!" He chased her and caught up with her halfway in the marble corridor.

"Um--, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's Day?"

"Oh, yes!" she said, blushing and looking at Harry very happily.

"Okay, um, it's settled then." Harry swallowed, which made him feel a little out of control, but nothing could express Harry's slight anxiety better than this action.

In fact, after this incident, no matter who it was, they felt that Harry's day was not wasted. For Harry, this should be considered a great joy.

Harry found Fanlin and Hermione in the library before class in the afternoon. However, before six o'clock that evening, the successful invitation to Qiu Zhang still could not alleviate his terrible feeling, and he walked step by step towards Snape's office.

When he got there, he paused at the door, wishing he were somewhere else, and then, taking a deep breath, he knocked and walked in.

The shadowed room contains more than a hundred glass bottles containing juices from animals and plants of various colors. In one corner stood a cupboard full of things that Snape had warned Harry - not without reason - to snatch. But Harry's attention turned to the table, where there was a shallow, stone-filled pool, with various words and symbols revealed in the candlelight.

Harry had seen it before - in Dumbledore's Pensieve. Just as he was wondering what that thing was doing, Snape's cold voice came out.

"Close the door behind you, Potter." Harry did as he was told, feeling like he was imprisoning himself.

But as he turned back into the room, Snape stepped into the light and pointed quietly to the chair on the other side of his desk. Harry sat down, and so did Snape, his cold black eyes staring at Harry with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"Okay, Potter, you know why you're here," he said. "The principal has asked me to teach you Occlumency. I just hope that you can be more familiar with it than pharmacy and forget what that guy Fan Lin taught you. Although his Occlumency is pretty good, he is not a qualified Teacher."

Harry curled his lips secretly, looking a little disdainful of Snape's statement, but it was obviously not a wise decision to refute it when they were alone.

In fact, Fan Lin taught him many magic spells, such as blasting spells, eye disease spells, etc. Many of the spells were guided by Fan Lin, except for Occlumency.

"Okay," Harry said simply.

"This is not an ordinary course, Potter," Snape said, his eyes twinkling sinisterly, "but I am still your teacher, so you should call me 'Sir' or 'Sir' at all times. professor'."

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

Snape studied him with tiny eyes, and then said, "Now Occlumency. As I told you in your dear godfather's kitchen, magic seals branches of the mind against magical intrusions and magical influences. "

"But why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?" Harry said, looking curiously at Snape's glasses, waiting for his answer. Snape looked at him contemptuously for a while, "Obviously you can come up with the answer, Potter? The Dark Duke is very skilled at invading people's minds -"

"What is that, sir?"

"It can read the thoughts and emotions of another person—"

"He can read other people's minds?" Harry said quickly, confirming his worst fears.

"You are not shrewd, Potter," Snape said, his dark eyes twinkling.

"You don't know that. That's one of the major drawbacks that prevents you from being a good potion maker." Snape paused for a moment, obviously taking pleasure in embarrassing Harry, but soon Snape It loses this quality.

This expression is like a tenth figure to Fan Lin, and it probably means, you scumbag...

"Only Muggles say 'read the mind.' The mind is not a book that can be opened at leisure. The mind is not solidified in the head and can be known by everyone. The mind is a complex thing with many levels. , Potter—or at least, that's what most people think." He gave a fake smile. "But, that's true. The Soul-Impering Curse can control a person's mind. It can enter the mind of a victim and order him correctly. For example, the Dark Duke always knows whether others are lying. Of course, it is not all Soul-Impering Curse. The more commonly used and easy-to-use curse is Legilimency, which has the same principle as the Imperius Curse, and only Occlumency can close your thoughts and memories and return untrue information without being noticed. "

Whatever Snape said, the words Legilimency sounded to Harry like reading minds, and he didn't like that at all.

"So he can know what we're thinking, sir?"

"The Dark Lord is in a place far away, and the walls and floors of Hogwarts are protected by some ancient spells and magic. Those who live inside are safe," Snape said. "In magic, there are concepts of time and space, Potter. Legilimency requires eye contact."

"Okay, so why do I have to learn Occlumency?"

Snape looked at Harry as if he were a mountain monster and pointed a long, thin finger at Harry.

"Common sense doesn't seem to apply to you, Potter. The failure of a curse that could kill you seems to indicate some kinship with the Dark Lord. Sometimes, the evidence suggests, when your mind is very relaxed— For example, when sleeping - you will share the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Lord. The principal feels that this is very inappropriate, and he wants me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord."

Harry's heart twitched rapidly again, he didn't know this.

"But why does Professor Dumbledore wish to stop him?" he asked suddenly. "I don't like it, but it's useful, isn't it? I mean, I could see someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and if I couldn't, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be able to save him, right sir?"

Snape stared at Harry for a moment, still covering his mouth with his hand. When he spoke again, his voice slowed down, as if each word weighed a thousand pounds.

"It seems that the Dark Duke was not aware of the relationship between you and him before. Until now, it seems that you have experienced his emotions and shared his thoughts, and it does not require special efforts. However, Before Christmas, your short dream—"

"Is it about the attack, or about Mr. Weasley?"

"Don't interrupt me, Potter," Snape said in a terrifying tone, "As I just said, the dream you had before Christmas was a powerful ideological shock to the Dark Lord -"

"I'm observing from the perspective of being inside the third person's head, not his!"

"I thought I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter?" But Harry didn't mind if Snape was angry, and eventually he looked like he was at the end of the matter; so he walked to the chair, not understanding that. He sat on the edge of the chair, feeling nervous but pretending to be calm.

"If I was sharing Voldemort's thoughts, why was it that I was watching from a third-person perspective before that?"

"Don't say the Dark Lord's name!" Snape slapped the table. There was a terrible silence.

They looked at each other through the obscure gloom.

"Dumbledore said his name," Harry said quietly.

"Dumbledore was a very powerful wizard," Snape muttered. "He feels safe enough to say his name. But we don't."

Clearly unhappy, he rubbed where the Dark Lord had burned his left arm.

"I just wanted to know," Harry said again, politely pushing back his voice, "why—"

"It is precisely because the Dark Lord was in a special period at that time that you were observing from a third party," Snape roared. "But this time, you are in his mind. He is aware of you, otherwise, who is the third party?"

"So Fu-he-knows I'm there?"

"I think so," Snape said coldly.

"How do you know?" Harry said eagerly, "Is that just Professor Dumbledore's guess, or -?"

"I told you," said Snape, slumped back in his chair, his eyes narrowed, "to call me 'Sir'."

"Yes, sir," said Harry impatiently, "but how do you know-"

"We can tell very clearly," Snape murmured. "The point is that the Dark Lord has now given you access to his thoughts and feelings. He is also ready to change that fact. This means that he can also understand your thoughts and ideas -"

"So he could also try to get me to do something?" Harry asked. "Sir?" he added hastily.

"Maybe," Snape said, coldly and dismissively. "Let's go back to the Occlumency lesson." Snape took out the wand from his pocket, and Leigh sat nervously on his chair, but Snape just raised the wand and pointed it at the roots of his hair. . As he put it away, some silvery substance ran away, widening like a string at the temple, and when he moved the wand away to the pensieve, it shattered again. It swirled silvery white, looking neither like a gas nor a liquid.

Two times later, Snape pointed the wand to his temple again, and then put the silver object into the stone pool. Then, without explaining what he had just done, he carefully picked up the pensieve and lifted him out of it. He took it out of the bookshelf, grabbed his wand, and turned to face Harry.

"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter." Harry stood up, feeling very uneasy. They stood on either side of the table, looking at each other.

"You can use your wand to try to disarm me, or defend yourself in any way you like," Snape said.

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked, looking nervously at Snape's wand.

"I will try to break into your mind," Snape said softly. "I want to see how well you resist. I've told you to always be prepared to resist Legilimency spells. You'll find you need a power similar to this. Protect yourself, now, Legilimency!" Snape struck before Harry was ready, even before he could summon some resistance.

The office suddenly disappeared before his eyes; one picture after another passed through his seemingly blind mind like a shimmering movie. When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride a new red bicycle and was filled with jealousy. When he was nine, he and Rita, a cattle dog, climbed a tree while the Dudley family laughed on the lawn below. He sat under the Sorting Hat, which told him he could do well in Slytherin. Hermione lay in the hospital, her face hidden by her thin black hair. A hundred dementors surrounded him by the Black Lake. Autumn leaned against him under the mistletoe. (To be continued)