Chapter 144 The Pot King - Snape!

Harry was looking for William, not to be a spy, not to be coerced, but for his damn horns.

emmmm...scars!

As a famous tool that can communicate with the Dark Lord, Harry has suffered too much recently because of this thing.

In the past, the scar was like a big aunt, and it only came once a month. It usually hurts at night, when you sleep.

But now, it is suddenly frequent, like talking about a boyfriend, and the pain is almost uninterrupted every night.

Harry could still feel bouts of annoyance or joy unrelated to Voldemort's actions at the time.

If you change someone, you might think that you are going through that kind of plot where your bodies are often interchanged... but the person changing is not a girl, but Voldemort.

Harry insisted: "This increase in frequency is the first time I learned from Snape after Occlumency!"

He thought it was Snape's counseling that made it worse.

Harry was more reserved, and Ron made no secret of his malice towards Professor Snape.

"Maybe... it's not Harry's fault for not being able to shut down his brain."

"Then whose fault do you think it is?" William asked amusingly, looking at the duo.

It can't be the time's fault, can it?

Ron whispered meaningfully, "Perhaps Snape was actually trying to open Harry's mind a little bit more...to make You-Know-Who...you know..."

Professor Snape deserves to be Hogwarts' first scapegoat, and he can take over the title of scapegoat...

Seeing that Ron was still blackening Snape with "talking about it" and "not talking about it", William asked rhetorically:

"Harry, why did Dumbledore let you learn Occlumency?"

"Voldemort might be hacking into my brain, and that connection has to be cut off," Harry said honestly.

"Then when did he realize this connection?"

"After Mr. Weasley was attacked last time..." Harry was suddenly at a loss for words.

He suddenly realized one thing:

The scar pain used to be low because Voldemort didn't find the connection; now it's high because he has.

It's that simple!

"Yes, it really has nothing to do with Professor Snape." William shook his head.

"This increase in frequency is purely due to Voldemort. Even if you don't learn Occlumency now, the pain will come."

"So..." William looked at Ron again, "Dumbledore trusts Professor Snape, he's working for the Order of the Phoenix, and that's enough.

Stop doubting yourself! "

"Snape used to be a Death Eater," said Ron stubbornly. "We've never seen evidence of his real transformation..."

"You didn't see it doesn't mean it didn't," William interrupted.

"Professor Dumbledore has his reasons not to tell you every piece of evidence he knows."

Ron is the classic "I don't see is nothing".

But he never had a B-number, or was not familiar with the status of one of the four great classics.

Ron didn't think about it, he was a little wizard, why would Dumbledore tell him secret things?

and,

Although Snape and Harry had a grudge, to say that he didn't teach them seriously would be wrong.

Harry's progress in Occlumency was slow for two reasons:

First, Harry wanted to figure out what Voldemort was doing rather than sever that mental connection.

Second, Harry really doesn't have much talent for Occlumency.

After William explained it clearly, he gave Harry a few more bottles of high-concentration water of life and death.

The water of life and death is similar to sleeping pills, although it can't prevent Harry from connecting with Voldemort's mind, it can put him into a deep sleep.

The spirit will be much better.

Harry thanked a few words, took a deep breath, and asked again:

"By the way, William, did you... see Qiu?"

William, Hermione, and Annie looked at each other, and then pointed to the Padieff Teahouse not far away at the same time.

Harry turned his head to look, almost blacked out.

It turned out that he saw Cedric and Qiu sitting on the chair by the window, hugging each other affectionately... kissing! !

Compared to the pain of the scar, Harry had only one thought at this time:

I'm in... hell!

Cedric, who was sitting at the table, suddenly felt cold and got goosebumps all over his body.

This damn feeling... so familiar!

On the day of his confession, he was about to kiss Qiu when he found Harry's photo, staring at himself in the corner... It was exactly the same.

Cedric couldn't help but open his eyes and glanced at the window out of the corner of his eye.

He shuddered suddenly, and Harry was standing not far away, staring at him.

Cedric feels so bad!

If he has any sequelae in the future, such as "a certain atrophy", "quick shooter", etc., it will be caused by Harry!

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This trip to Hogsmeade is destined to be both happy and sad.

For example, Cedric, he felt that the current Harry was about to become a shadow in his heart.

Harry was also very sad to see that Cedric and Qiu were really together, still kissing...

He is lost!

At night, Harry, who had tossed and turned repeatedly, had to get up and take the life and death water that William gave.

Finally fell asleep and the medicine worked well.

In the dream, Harry dreamed that Cedric became a vampire and transferred to the United States, and he succeeded in chasing Qiu. TV mobile terminal/

The only fly in the ointment is that during the kiss, there is a picture of Cedric on the side of the room, staring at him all the time...

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into March,

The snow around the school gradually melted, replaced by a clammy clammy of magic damage.

Gray-purple clouds pressed low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawn slippery and muddy.

So, the first apparition lesson for the sixth graders moved from the playground to the auditorium.

William, who does not have a certificate, will also take the April exam, but will not sign up for this course.

After all, there is a fee.

But as a professor of the Ravenclaw Department, Dean Flitwick should have taken care of himself and left the task of taking care of the students to William.

You can help, but you have to pay overtime.

In the previous life, whether it was a final exam or a Grade 4 or 6 exam, it was all money.

So, under the instigation of Professor Flitwick, the "honest man", William honestly asked about overtime pay.

As a financial expert, Professor McGonagall showed a puzzled expression at the right time.

Overtime pay? Is that shrimp?

Okay, old skinned!

Although there is no money, William has to do it.

When he came to the auditorium in the morning, he found that the auditorium tables were gone.

The rain beat against the high windows, the enchanted ceiling, whirled dimly overhead.

All students who met the age limit appeared in the auditorium.

Just when the students were waiting for the teacher, Professor McGonagall waved and brought the two deans, plus William, who was a little transparent in the workplace, and held a temporary meeting.

It turned out that the teacher of the apparition class had a bad stomach in the morning and couldn't come for the time being.

Let McGonagall and others teach themselves first...

This is outrageous!

Even if there is no money for the invigilator, now I have to go and help for free?

Why don't you die!

Ask for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

Thanks to "lenxlee" for the reward.