Snape's office was more secluded, and the two walked down a long, dark corridor for a long day, then stopped in the middle of the middle, where Snape lifted a tapestry that hung on the wall and descended a narrower staircase.

Harry could only follow his footsteps.

It is a shortcut that leads to less than two floors.

A closed wooden door blocked their way, and Snape pushed it open, and a strong smell of herbs came to their faces.

The dim light shines through the glass bottles filled with various potion materials, casting strange shadows on the walls, which are eerie.

Harry felt the African beetle on the table staring straight at him, goosebumps coming from the sound of rustling out of nowhere.

"Actually, I don't like to give people supplementary lessons, mediocrity is mediocrity, no matter how much you learn, the level you can reach is like that. ”

Snape sat in his chair, looking back and forth with his slightly mocking eyes.

"If you just want to tell me that fact, I think I'm going to have to leave right now, I'm busy. Harry said displeased.

"Potter, you, like your arrogant father, lack the patience you deserve. Snape's tone grew more contemptuous.

"You are not allowed to insult my father. Harry clenched his fists.

"I'm just stating a fact, Mr. Potter. Snape's mouth curled with a hint of mockery.

"Well, my time is precious, but Dumbledore asked me before he left, otherwise I wouldn't have any interest in a troublemaker. ”

"I just wanted to see the results of that Miss Granger's teaching. Snape rose from his withered rattan chair, stamped back and forth in front of the decaying table, raised a glass and shook the dark blue liquid in it, turning pink again.

Only then did he turn around and look at Harry, who was a little hateful.

Then Harry's expression changed to stunned for a moment.

Occlumency, the word popped up in his mind.

"Originally, Dumbledore gave me this task, you know, I hate you, and I don't shy away from mentioning it, it's not a good solution for either of us. Snape said maliciously.

"I don't need you to teach me either. Harry was-for-tat.

"It's just that Dumbledore asked me to check your progress regularly before leaving, and if that Miss Granger wasn't doing well, maybe I'd have to do it for me. ”

Harry's expression suddenly tensed, as if he were facing a great enemy.

What would happen if Snape were to teach him?

"You'd better pray that you're practicing well, or you'll be reluctant to let me see some secrets that I shouldn't see. Snape's eyes looked at him gloomily, and Harry's heart jumped.

"Occlumency, a spell to prevent the mind from being invaded by outsiders. It's a cold branch of witchcraft, but it's very useful. Snape spoke to himself. "I don't know the quality of Miss Granger's teaching, and I don't have the time to supervise you. ”

"So, now we can only draw conclusions from practice. ”

"Now, raise your wand, Potter. ”

"Against me. ”

Harry clenched his wand tightened his legs nervously, and the two faced off across the table.

"You'd better pray that you're practicing well, or you'll be reluctant to let me see some secrets that I shouldn't see. Snape's eyes looked at him gloomily, and Harry's heart jumped.

"You can disarm me with a wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of. Snape said.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking at Snape's wand a little nervously.

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape whispered, "and we're going to see how you can resist, it's similar to resisting the Imperius Curse, the Dementor!"

Snape struck suddenly, caught off guard, and Harry didn't have time to 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.

At the age of five, he watched Dudley ride on his new red bicycle and his heart was filled with jealousy, and at the age of nine he was driven into a tree by his guard dog, Lippi, while the Dursleys laughed on the lawn.

He arrives at Hogwarts, wears the Sorting Hat, and hears it say he can go to Slytherin.

He was terrified.

No, a voice in Harry's head shouted, you can't look at this, you can't look at it, it's private - he struggled desperately, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, Snape's office came back, and he 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 probe too deep, 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.

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

"Polite, Potter, it's all the same, you're as blind as your proud father. Snape said fiercely,

"As for doing that, that's Miss Granger's responsibility, I'm just checking it now, and now, I want you to close your eyes. Harry glared at him before he complied.

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

"Get rid of distractions, Potter," Snape said in a cold voice, "and let go of all feelings. But the anger at Snape still hit his veins like venom. Is it easier to lose anger than to lose a leg?

"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.

"Again, I'll count to three-one-two-three-regent!"

Harry felt as if his soul had been torn apart, to be seen through, and there was nothing to hide.

"Harry, emptying your emotions is not the only way, you can gather your emotions, but not complex emotions, only a single one, that can also play a defensive role. It wasn't that long ago that Hermione's words came back to him.

"You can't be too emotionally charged for defending because you can't control it and anger makes everything worse. ”

"But strong enough. ”

Anger?Harry felt that his anger was out of his way, but it wasn't enough, and it couldn't withstand Snape's invasion.

As Hermione said, those emotions were like a bunch of stragglers who couldn't organize effective resistance.

When the depths of that memory were revealed, he felt like he had been stripped naked and thrown in front of the auditorium to be watched by the crowd.

He was afraid that Snape would wipe out his memories and have no privacy, and then mock him in class.

The figure of a beautiful black haired girl suddenly came into his mind, but it was not only her, but there was also a boy who was kissing Cedric with her eyes closed and standing tall in the mistletoe.

During Christmas, a woman standing in the place where the mistletoe hangs can ask for a kiss from the man next to her.

A woman can't refuse.

Legend has it that a woman who stands under mistletoe on Christmas Day can be happy.

Legend has it that couples who kiss under mistletoe will stay together forever.

Harry couldn't imagine what Snape would have done when he learned of this.

It's not Christmas yet, and his imagination has drifted so far.

"Oh, the so-called savior Potter actually likes someone else's girlfriend, and that's the funniest joke I've ever seen. Snape would have mocked him and sarcastically mocked him with a hundred times more vicious words.

"No, I refuse!" he roared inwardly.

Maybe Snape wouldn't laugh at him—perhaps because of a little bit of empathy.

To laugh at him is to laugh at yourself.

These are things that Harry won't know.

The intense and persistent emotion was like an iron wall that prevented Snape's thoughts, but his expression was rather hideous, and he was in excruciating pain.

"It seems to be barely useful. Snape frowned, but in vain, put away his wand, and said something unexpected in his tone.

"Can I go?" asked Harry, panting.

Snape gave him a cold look.

"Yes. He said with a few words.

Harry pushed open the door as if he were running away and left.

Snape looked at Harry's back, and even as he closed the door and slammed it loudly, he didn't look away.

Today, Harry had sparked his potential and had explosively stopped Snape's peeping, but he wasn't happy at all.

Because this is what he paid extremely hard in exchange.

This is just a small episode in Hogwarts life.

Student life is still busy.

The Weasley brothers have started their business again, and their father is now safe and sound, giving them the heart to devote themselves to the great business of making money and mischievous.

After their enthusiastic pitch.

Indoor Quidditch began to gain popularity throughout Hogwarts, and soon became popular throughout the campus.

It's worth mentioning that, for some reason, they also gave Pansy a set of gear for free.

Then the girl did not accept it, and haughtily threw them some gold galleons.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"I don't like to owe Gryffindor a favor. Pansy said coldly, but instead of pushing the thing back, she accepted it.

Of course, she wouldn't know that it was just two brothers who wanted to return the favor.

Aside from this, George and Fred were not satisfied with the status quo.

They now have the development of the Golden Snitch and the Mini Broom on their agenda.

The Golden Snitch's flight trajectory is easy to observe, and the randomness and speed need to be strengthened.

Mini brooms can be developed into more types.

They try to maintain the balance of performance of the broom, and do not appear to be ahead of the times in all-round performance crushing like fire ballista arrows.

For example, the straight-line acceleration ability of some brooms can be appropriately stronger, which is easier to cooperate with flotation.

But the corresponding turning ability is a little worse.

Some have increased swooping capabilities and some have increased ascent capabilities.

In short, let each broom have its own characteristics.

They were struggling with how to meet these requirements, and the material had been studied by them, but nothing had progressed.

Sighing and sighing all day long and sighing are not like the twins who are happy to be funny and good at filling everyone with laughter.

Their "scientific research" work has reached a bottleneck.

Hermione saw it all.

Until one day.

"The Christmas gifts for both of you have been handed over to you in advance. Hermione placed a twine-tied package at their feet.

"What is this?" said George, cutting the rope open, and saw the thick stack of books inside.

"A set of Muggle elementary physics textbooks, I think it will be useful to you, and it should contain knowledge that will inspire you. Hermione nodded.

"Hermione, you're a genius. ”

The twins praised it from the bottom of their hearts.

Just the optimization of the broomstick does not require too advanced knowledge.

You can't use any fluid mechanics, right?

Then the two of them impatiently immersed themselves in studying these books to see what other directions they could improve.

Many people are busy these days.

Especially Hermione.

, and Harry's Occlumency.

The latter spends a little less time.

According to Harry, he had now basically mastered the method of keeping Voldemort's snoying thoughts out, but when Hermione asked, he vaguely avoided talking about it.

Hermione had no choice but to trust.

She now turned her attention to something else that was so important to her.

Fight for the cause of the emancipation of the house-elves.

"What are you doing?"

Ron approached Hermione's seat, looked at her and asked with some curiosity.

In Gryffindor's common room, the fire in the fireplace was blazing and warm, and Hermione was sitting quietly in her loose armchair, knitting something, but it was crooked, and the stitches were not neat, and it looked ugly.

"Socks?" Ron asked tentatively.

"It's a hat!" Hermione said solemnly, as she stopped what she was doing.

"Hahaha, that's ugly. Ron clutched his stomach and laughed.

With a "meow", it curled over Hermione's lap like a big ginger cat on a cushion - Crook Hill jumped down at this time, and didn't know where to run.

Perhaps it was a foreshadowing of a heated argument that was about to break out between the two.

"What do you want to do?" Ron asked, retracting his smile and frowning.

Hermione placed a box of eaten chocolates on top of her knitted hat.

"You say, if they pick it up while they're cleaning, will they be free? ”

"That's an insult to them!" Ron said excitedly.

"Also, their current owner should be "Hogwarts", even if they pick it up, it will be useless. ”

"Really?" Hermione hung her head in disappointment, she had forgotten about it.

"Then I'm going to at least have to dress them better, because the working conditions there are really bad. Hermione spoke, and began to weave the miniature garments again.

"Why don't you care about anything else about them besides being fed and clothed?"

"Why don't you recommend my brother's indoor Quidditch device to them?" said Ron mockingly.

"Makes sense!" Hermione didn't hear Ron's sarcasm, but fell into excitement, her eyes full of sparkles.

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