"Uh, uh-huh. Harry replied absent-mindedly, his eyes staring at the blackboard in the frame, but his eyes were a little hollow, almost staring through the blackboard, as if there was something behind it.

He still had in his mind the scene he had just seen, Cedric and Cho Chang were walking side by side in the hallway, showing affection, why didn't that girl feel any different about him? Cedric didn't even qualify for the Goblet of Fire last year, but he won the championship.

He deserves to be looked at by others.

He was unbalanced, a little jealous, and when he thought about it, he felt ridiculous, and he had no position of jealousy.

Jealousy makes a man ugly.

He felt ugly right now.

There was a "click" sound, and Hermione, seeing that Harry was a little distracted, tapped the blackboard several times with her wand to keep Harry focused.

She subconsciously frowned, as if Professor McGonagall had seen a distracted student in class.

Harry barely managed to concentrate his attention, and let go of some of the dark thoughts in his heart for a while.

"The walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells that keep the school physically and mentally safe. Hermione pointed to the blackboard and said slowly, this is a faint revelation in "Hogwarts A History".

"Time and space have an effect on magic, Harry, except that you may be the exception, and that spell makes your connection to Voldemort very close, inseparable, or inseparable. ”

"You often communicate with his mind in your dreams, which means that your mental defenses are the weakest at that time, and he can take advantage of it. ”

"But there are exceptions, right? Sometimes you're awake and still in sync with Voldemort's perspective. ”

Harry nodded, barely concentrating on Hermione's lecture.

"Then it could be that his emotions are too strong and affect you, even if you are conscious. ”

"I tried to deduce the Occlumency practice method during this holiday - temporarily relaxing, and then gathering a certain emotion of your ability to make an effective resistance, which is another method that I have summed up, but I don't know if it will work. ”

"Because we don't need to deceive him, we just want to drive away his invasion, in a sense, it's simpler. ”

Professor Dumbledore agrees that this option may work. ”

"Anger, that's too intense to be controlled by you, sadness, maybe it's a 'good' emotion, it's resilient and persistent, but we can't grieve for now, at least for now, we're still carefree and happy most of the time, right?"

Harry nodded his head, he felt unhappy at all now.

And Hermione may have inadvertently punctured the root cause of Snape's Occlumency.

The endless sadness and pain that surged in the heart and spread to all parts of the body was long-lasting and mellow.

"Fear, this kind of emotion is not easy to use, after being strengthened by Voldemort, maybe your spirit will completely collapse. ”

"Maybe we must first find a mood that we can exploit in order to resist Voldemort's invasion. Hermione analyzed it carefully, talking to herself, not realizing that not far away, Harry's eyes began to redden, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The pinprick-like pain frantically struck, and he stroked the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and a bloodthirsty desire rose to bite something. He felt the feeling of a terrible serpent again, and longed to attack, to destroy.

He was now a serpent, and instinct told him that he had to strangle his enemies with his thick body first.

The source of all this came from an uninvited guest in front of the door of the Department of Mysteries not long ago.

This is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic, located on the ninth and lowest floor of the Ministry of Magic, and usually no one will appear there except for the staff.

Few people know what they're working on.

The wizards who work here are collectively referred to as the Silencers, and their working hours are very erratic, and they work in a circular room with many doors lined up, with many rooms branching out.

"Sorry sir, even by order of the Minister, this is the top secret of the Ministry of Magic, and it is not to be entered. "The guards stopped a man who was trying to get inside.

He was wearing a pure black cloak, and he couldn't even tell whether his figure was fat or thin, and the whole person was hiding in the shadow of the black robe.

Even though he had given Umbridge's signature, it was the graceful handwriting that didn't quite match the woman's ugly countenance.

To climb up, she will work hard in this direction.

When the man heard this answer, a very manic look appeared on his pale face, hidden under the cloak, and he suddenly grasped the wand in the black robe, but he still tried his best to endure it.

"Then I'll come back next time. The man gave the guard a deep look, as if to remember him.

Voldemort coaxed Umbridge and got a lot of convenience, and now he is also interested in the secrets of the Ministry of Magic, and wants to obtain those information in the open and satisfy his voyeuristic desires.

But when he was stopped, he didn't expect that the minister's power would also be invalid.

He couldn't force his way in, or he had concerns, and the benefits and risks were not balanced.

Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts now, and he is now in the Ministry of Magic.

That means that the old man could be here at any time.

It's just that Voldemort doesn't mind teaching them a small lesson when he is able.

He left.

"Oh, Noel, who is that?" a middle-aged man then walked up to the guard, looked at the departing Voldemort, and asked with some strange surprise.

"Who knows? This place is so weird, no one wants to come, even us marginal little people who have to come and stand guard. The man named Noel was a tall, bald man, and he said boredly.

"Arthur, ...... behind you" Noel's face suddenly showed a very frightened expression, and a stone statue of the Guardian seemed to dissolve, and then quickly turned into a cyan python.

"What's behind you?" asked Arthur Weasley, surprised.

"Why is it a little cold?" he touched his face, as if something was licking him.

It was the serpent's letter.

"Arthur, don't move!" Noel screamed.

Noel vaguely remembers saying that meeting pythons only stimulates their ferocity.

Whether it's right or not is another matter, but the most important thing is that it is a snake created by Transfiguration, and all actions are under the command of its master, and its bloodthirsty and cruel characteristics are in the same vein as his master.

Expecting mercy from its men seems like a joke.