"Come with me, I need to ask you something. Hermione said with a serious face.

Harry then followed Hermione to a wooden table with a golden blanket in the corner, and sat down in a somewhat tattered but fluffy armchair.

Hermione sat down as well, took a deep breath, and looked around carefully to make sure that there was no one around before asking.

"Harry, tell me, do you often be able to connect with Voldemort's mind?" Hermione asked in a low voice, asking the question that had already been answered in Dumbledore's place.

Harry was taken aback and was silent for a moment, perhaps hesitating, but finally nodded heavily.

"It lasted a long time, didn't it?" Hermione asked.

Harry remembered that shortly after he participated in the Goblet of Fire, the pain of the scar had become more frequent and intense.

"He can see others through your point of view, and maybe you can share his point of view, which obviously does more harm than good, Voldemort has no scruples, but you have. Hermione began to analyze.

"Ideally, you'll be able to put up a decent resistance when he tries to invade your brain, and not let him run wild. The girl continued.

"The principal gave me this task. Hermione said quickly.

"Why did you teach me?" Harry looked at Hermione with some suspicion, it was so unusual, she was also a student to teach herself, and she always felt that something was wrong.

"Professor Dumbledore, he originally chose Professor Snape, if he were to teach you, guess how well you would learn?" Hermione said lightly.

A visceral sense of disgust appeared on Harry's face, and God knows how the man would teach him to learn.

He would poke his wand at the door of his own head, insulting him and venting his anger at his father.

"Are all Gryffindors idiots like you, you should have slipped your brain open and used your wand to stir and poke it inside, maybe that stiff brain would be better used. ”

Snape's harsh and vicious words Harry could have imagined, and even more hurtful.

"According to Professor Dumbledore, Snape's Dementoring is so skilled that he can even hide from Voldemort's Dementoring. Hermione hesitated for a moment, but told Harry the truth.

"No matter how good he is, it doesn't matter to me!" Harry said in a vicious voice, feeling agitated.

"He guessed this situation, so he said that he could only let me help you, even if the teacher is strong and the students resist, it will not have any effect, just look at your Potions class results. Hermione sighed.

"Actually, that subject is not difficult. Hermione shrugged, it was clear that Potions class wasn't on her radar, and even Snape's hatred of all Gryffindors and her extreme pickiness couldn't stop her from getting good.

Harry nodded approvingly.

"We're going to have to practice somewhere else. Hermione looked around and heard a knock on the door to the Gryffindor common room, presumably someone had entered.

It's obviously not a good place to practice, and it's a lot of people.

Now, I have to sacrifice my lunch break.

"I know a place. "George and Fred often do their prank experiments there, which they discovered last year. ”

"That's just right. Hermione nodded.

The two of them left the lounge and walked quickly through the floor.

Harry walked ahead, Hermione followed.

Hermione saw Harry walking in front of her, and her body froze.

"Hello, Potter?" Cedric beckoned to Harry, and they met on the third floor of the castle, in the aisle in front of the Memorial Cup Showroom.

Behind Cedric was his girlfriend, Ravenclaw's Autumn Zhang, who had beautiful and smooth black hair and an oriental elegant and mysterious temperament, and was snuggled up to him by the bird, and when he saw Harry walking in front of him, he immediately straightened his robes. He let go of Cedric's hand and greeted them.

She's still not used to showing such affection with her boyfriend in front of others.

"Harry, who is it?" Hermione shouted behind him.

"Harry?" Hermione behind her lowered her tone, and Harry came to his senses and helped his frame as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Sorry, a little distracted. He said apologetically.

"Oh, and Granger, where are you two going......" Cedric saw the girl behind Harry, and wanted to continue the question, but was pulled by the girl behind him.

"We still have a little thing to do and go first. Qiu Zhang said with a smile at the two of them, and then left with Cedric, biting his ears with him as he went.

Harry was left behind in the spot, stunned.

How much he wanted to say more to that girl, but she was so intimate with her boyfriend.

Maybe there's something wrong?

"Let's go. Hermione thought it was a simple encounter, and hadn't noticed the unusually stiff pace at Harry's feet.

Then the two of them walked briskly to the eighth floor of the castle.

There was a tapestry hanging on the wall, and the trolls were pounding the stupid Barnabas with an iron rod, and when they came, the moth-eaten trolls stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned their heads to look at them, and Harry wandered around the wall three times, silently thinking in his heart, and a very smooth door gradually appeared and opened.

The two walked in one after the other.

Entering the line of sight was a huge room

On the wall was a wooden bookshelf, and there were no chairs on the floor, but large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room are various instruments such as speculums and secret detectors.

But it looked like it was all rubbish, and Harry even recognized it as a fake Moody's use.

If it were the usual thing, Hermione would definitely take a good look at the place, look through the school history, and find some explanations, but there was not much time for today.

"Alright Harry, I'll cut it short, our time is precious. Hermione started decisively.

She took a few books from an old shelf and stacked them to use as chairs.

Out of nowhere, a blackboard appeared, floating steadily in front of Harry.

And using his wand as a whip, he struck on it, making a dull noise.

She looked serious, to the point that she had the temperament of a teacher.

"Professor Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort. ”

"Voldemort was very good at telekinesis, and as the name suggests, he extracted sensations and memories from your brain, in other words, mind reading. ”