Harry's heart pounded, and Snape's explanation was similar to what Evan had been telling him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But he always felt that something was not right, and something couldn't be explained.

"Why did Professor Dumbledore stop it?" he suddenly asked, "I don't really like the feeling, but it's useful, I saw Voldemort splitting his own soul, making Horcruxes out of evil god statues, and saving Rais, isn't it?"

Hearing the sensitive words Voldemort, Split Soul, and Evil God statue, Snape visibly backed back.

He looked at Harry, still touching his mouth with his fingers, and then spoke slowly, as if considering every word.

"The Dark Lord didn't seem to notice this connection between you and him until recently, before that it seemed that you could sense his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't know it, but now it's completely different, your dream has invaded his mind so badly, seeing something so important, do you think he will do nothing?"

"What is Voldemort going to do?"

"Don't say his name, Potter!"

Professor Dumbledore said his name as well. Harry whispered.

"Dumbledore is a skilled wizard, and he may not be shy about the name, but the rest of us ......are not," Snape said gloomily, "and it is only a sign of stupidity for you to call the Dark Lord by his name, because of ignorance he is fearless." ”

He seemed to touch his left arm unconsciously, and Harry knew it was the place where the Dark Devil had once been marked.

"And now that he knows the connection between me and him, what is he going to do, Professor?" Harry tried to keep his tone polite, "manipulating me in turn?"

He didn't agree with what Snape had said, but he wasn't here to argue with Snape.

Harry had more to worry about, and at the end of the duel in Norway, he seemed to be controlled by Voldemort!

He still remembered the scene at that time, he could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, but he lost control of his body, Voldemort was talking with his mouth, and most importantly, he wanted his body to move, and he fell directly from that platform, falling into the endless abyss.

"Probably!" said Snape coldly, nonchalantly, "you see, what we are worried about now is not that he controls you, but that we are in turn perceiving your thoughts and feelings, and knowing from you the secrets of his interest, which is what he is good at, and you know too many things that you should not know." ”

There was silence for a while, and Snape's words made Harry feel bad, and he actually became the source of the leak.

Could it be that Dumbledore refused to tell him anything, preferring him to stay alone in the Dursleys?

Snape drew his wand from his robes, and Harry's body tensed.

But Snape simply lifted the tip of his staff to his temple and thrust it into the greasy roots of his hair.

When he took the wand away, there was a strand of silver attached to the tip of the wand, like thick spider silk.

He ripped it off and let it fall softly into the meditation basin, where it swirled into a silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more and added the silver substance to the stone basin.

He didn't explain, just carefully lifted the meditation basin to the side shelf.

Then, he turned his wand to Harry.

"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter. ”

Harry stood up nervously, and the two faced each other across the table.

"You've learned Occlumency with Mason before, you should know some basic things, and now you can use it, or you can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of. Snape said, "Either one will do!"

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking at Snape's wand in fear.

"Get into your brain!" Snape whispered, "I'm going to see your resistance, now, prepare, Dementor!"

Harry had never seen Evan do that before, and Snape had struck out so suddenly that he didn't even know he could prepare to resist.

The office shook before his eyes and vanished, images flashing through his mind like a movie, and he couldn't see anything around him.

When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride on his new red bike, and his heart was filled with jealousy.

At the age of nine, he was driven into a tree by his dog, Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn, leaving him alone.

He wears the Sorting Hat and hears it say he can go to Slytherin.

In his first year, he faced Professor Quirrell alone, who was under Voldemort's control.

He and Aven grabbed the basilisk and scurried around the school's pipes.

Also, more than a hundred Dementors surrounded him and Hermione in the dark field.

Sirius fainted beside him, and he saw two silver-white Patronuses flying from a distance.

Autumn wants to go on a date with him to Hogsmeade, and he wants to ......

No, there was a voice in Harry's head that shouted, you can't look at this, you can't look at it, it's private.

He felt a sharp pain in his knee as Snape's office returned.

Harry found himself on the ground, one knee slamming the leg of the table.

He looked up at Snape and saw him rubbing his wrist, where there was a red, swollen whip mark like a brand.

"Do you want to sting?" Snape asked coldly.

"Nope. Harry said resentfully, rising from the ground.

"I think so. Snape said contemptuously, "You let me penetrate too deeply, and you lost control." ”

"You saw it all?" Harry didn't know if he wanted to hear an answer.

"Some fragments. Snape pouted, "Whose dog is that?"

"Aunt Maggie's. Harry whispered, hating Snape in his heart.

"That's too bad, you should have reacted faster!" Snape raised his wand again, "You've wasted a lot of time and energy yelling and doing some useless resistance, you have to concentrate and use your brain to resist me, you don't need to use a wand." ”

"I'll try. Harry said angrily, "But you didn't tell me how!"

"Courtesy, Potter!" Snape said fiercely, "I thought you knew, because you told me that you had studied Occlumency before, and I didn't expect that you didn't even know these basic things, which is really disappointing, and now, I want you to close your eyes." ”

Harry glared at him fiercely, and reluctantly complied.

He didn't like to stand there with his eyes closed, leaving Snape standing in front of him with his wand.

"Eliminate distractions, Potter. Snape's cold voice said, "Throw away all feelings." ”

Harry tried to do so, but his anger at Snape still pounded through his veins like venom.

It's easier to throw away anger than to lose a leg.

Evan had told him to empty his brain and not think about anything, and he didn't say that he wanted to let go of all his feelings.

"You didn't do it, Potter, you need to discipline yourself, focus your thoughts, and get started!"

Harry tried to empty his mind, not to think, not to remember, not to feel.

"Very good, come again, I'll count to three, one, two, three, Regent!"

The office was gone again, and Harry saw his parents waving to him in the magic mirror.

Immediately afterward, he saw Voldemort's resurrection, and countless Death Eaters watched them from under their hoods.