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Harry has been in a terrible mood lately - very bad.

His classmates were always pointing at him as if they were laughing, and Umbridge and Snape were even more deliberate in making it difficult for him in class. Harry even felt that Professor McGonagall was much harsher on him, was he blaming him for acting recklessly and causing Headmaster Dumbledore to suffer, but that wasn't what Harry wanted, and he would rather be expelled than leave Headmaster Dumbledore from Hogwarts if he could.

But the thought of leaving Hogwarts made him feel like something was holding him tightly - if he was expelled, he would have to go home and live with Aunt Petunia's family, and it would be better to be killed by Voldemort. Harry thought as the scar on his forehead snapped again.

There was no one in the dormitory, and Harry pressed his forehead against the cold windowpane next to the bed, feeling the scar feel more comfortable. Then he undressed and lay down on the bed, hoping that the headache would go away. He was still feeling a little nauseous. He lay on his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

He stood in a dark room with a curtain and only a candle for its light. His hands grasped the back of the chair, his fingers were long and pale, as if he had not seen the sun for many years, and he clutched at the dark velvet back of the chair, like a large pale spider. In front of the chair, in the dim candlelight, kneeling was a man in a black robe.

"Looks like you've failed again. Harry's voice was sharp and cold, furious.

"Master, I beg your forgiveness. The man on the ground said hoarsely. The back of his head flickered in the candlelight. He seemed to be shaking.

"Crabbe, you've really disappointed me. Harry said in a cold voice. He let go of his chair and approached the shrunken man, standing in front of him in the darkness, looking down at him from a much higher angle than usual. "Why can't you even do this little thing? Crabbe?"

"But, however, Lucius does not trust me, master. ”

"Stand up, Crabbe. The kneeling man hurried to his fate. Almost fell.

"I'm very disappointed, Crabbe, isn't your son Vincent Crabbe a good friend of Lucius's son?

"Lord, master, my son is naturally stupid, and telling him a little thing has already made him uneasy, and if I let him do it, I am afraid that the son of Lucius will be revealed. ”

"So you haven't done anything of value in the past few months?"

"No, it's not. Master. I found out about the traitors' plans, they were planning an early change of Minister of Magic, forcing Fudge to step down and make him Minister of Magic. ”

"This news is so stupid, you have been deceived! Crabbe, that imposter has no legal status until now, how can he become the Minister of Magic in England?"

"Hmph, you idiot, if I don't need someone from the Ministry of Magic. You've been fed Nagini by me now. Now, before I change my mind, get out of here! Crabbe stooped back briskly and stepped out of one of the doors.

Left alone in the dark room. Harry turned to face the wall, a cracked, stained mirror hanging in the shadows, and Harry walked over it, his appearance growing larger in the darkness. Be clear. A face whiter than a skeleton, with two slits in the pupils in the red eyes. "No—!"

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"Stand up, Potter. ”

"What is that memory?" asked Snape.

"I don't know. Harry said, standing up tiredly.

"It's useless for me to lie, Potter, and your resistance to dementorship is like paper. ”

"Maybe it's a dream, Professor. ”

"Do you know what we're doing here, Potter?" Snape whispered menacingly, "do you know why I gave up my evenings to do this nasty job?"

"Yes. Harry said stiffly.

"Tell me what we're doing here, Potter. ”

"Teach me Occlumency. Harry said.

"Yes, Potter. Even if you're stupid, I thought that after two months of class, even the goblins should have made some progress. How many other dreams have you had about the Dark Lord?"

"That's it. Harry lied.

"Perhaps," Snape's grim dark eyes narrowed, "maybe you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter." Maybe they make you feel special—important?"

"Nope. Harry gritted his teeth, his fingers clenching the handle of his wand.

"That's good, Potter," Snape said coldly, "because you're neither special nor important, and you don't have to figure out what the Dark Lord says to his Death Eaters." ”

"But I see that the truth is not right? Voldemort is in trouble! One of his Death Eaters has betrayed him! Harry said excitedly.

"I said-don't name the man!" Snape yelled, "maybe you don't realize the danger of doing this, do you think it's cool?" Snape said angrily.

"The name of the Dark Lord is a taboo that cannot be mentioned, everyone who says his real name will be sensed by him, the more he says, the deeper this sense and connection will be, a powerful wizard like Dumbledore can ignore this danger, but a little wizard like you who doesn't know the height of the sky, every time you pronounce the Dark Lord's real name, it is equivalent to taking one more step towards death, he has already appeared to you, Potter!"

"But he didn't come to arrest me, did he. Harry retorted, "Because he's in trouble himself." ”

"But it wouldn't take him a breath to take a moment to take care of a minor character like you. A look of disdain flashed in Snape's eyes, "Dumbledore knows a lot more than you think, now, you can go! If you don't make any progress in your Occlumency next time, you don't need to!" Potter, I don't have the time to teach a guy who is stupider than a goblin. ”

Harry clenched his wand and walked out of Snape's office in a brisk manner.

"Your way of teaching is always so special, Professor Snape. ”

Silver appeared before Snape.

"Your illusion spell is working pretty well, Silver, at least Harry Potter didn't notice it. Snape said in a deep voice.

"Alright, Professor Snape, you don't have to taunt me for my lame illusion charm - I know this can't hide a great wizard. Silver wasn't angry, "I'm here to inform you of a meeting at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters tomorrow." ”

"Meeting?"

"Professor Dumbledore has decided to run for Minister for Magic, and we need to plan a campaign. (To be continued......)