Verlin needed to make a much more detailed plan than Harry's actions.

In fact, by now, the thread of Tfrey's line had been completely broken, and the family crest that Tfrey had given to Van Lin had completely dimmed.

Looks like something happened to the old bat, or maybe the entire vampire family has been co-opted by Voldemort?

I have to admit that this is a very possible thing, and so far, Voldemort has never missed this kind of thing, such as giants, werewolves and even Dementors who have returned to Voldemort's arms......

None of this was a no-brainer for Tom, and Van Lin had never doubted Voldemort's ability to demagogue.

A good example of this is that when Voldemort was not completely dehumanized, he was good enough to be loved by all the professors.

This is different from Van Lin, Van Lin himself is simply what you think of me, I don't care about the attitude, Voldemort behaved more perfectly, and Voldemort still pulled up the first Death Eater under Dumbledore's nose.

In terms of combat effectiveness, something like that can make up for it, or rather, at the moment, there is no comparison with the Death Eaters, although there is no way to guarantee it in the future, but the flowers of the greenhouse......

Now what Van Lin cares about more is death.

Trevey has expressed his family's relationship with the Grim Reaper more than once, and it can be said that Voldemort must have gained something.

It was like a scale, and the fragile balance between Dumbledore and Voldemort could no longer be maintained.

Disrupted the plan, Harry and several people grew beyond imagination, and Buffalo admitted that ordinary people didn't do it to subdue Harry in a short period of time.

And Horcruxes......

So, surely Voldemort will find something, maybe a weapon, or a new boost......

Bloodsucker?

Looking at Tefrey's posture, there is not only a cool sense of déjà vu. But Tfrey also expressed a message about death more than once.

To make matters worse, Van Lin had no clue what to use for a fatal blow except for a chain that could act as a limitation......

Compared to Van Lin's troubles, Harry had a very difficult time at this time, after all, it was not pleasant to be forcibly searched for his brain while he was conscious.

......

"No," a voice came through Harry's head, as he remembered that Cho was close to him, "you can't look at that, you can't look at that, that's my private business—"

Harry felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office came back into view, and he realized that he had fallen to the ground, his knee coming into close contact with the hard slate.

He looked at Snape, who lowered his wand and rubbed his wrist. There was a terrible scar there, like a burnt mark.

"Are you saying you've been subjected to a fierce spell?" asked Snape coldly.

"No," Harry grumbled, getting up from the floor.

"I don't think so," Snape said, walking in and looking at him. "You've let me trespass too deeply. You lose control of yourself. ”

"Do you know everything I've seen?" asked Harry, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer to the question.

"It flashed before me," Snape said, his lips curling. "Who does that dog belong to?"

"My aunt Maggie," Harry muttered, a little unresponsive.

Snape put on his hat. "Well, your first effort was terrible," Snape said, raising his wand again. "You ended up stopping me, and it looks like what he taught you was working, but you wasted a lot of time and energy. You have to concentrate and use your mind to fight me off without using your wand. ”

"I'm trying," Harry said angrily, "but you won't tell me how!"

"Be polite, Potter," Snape said sinisterly. "Now, I want you to close your eyes. ”

Harry gave him a disgusted look, then did as he was told. He didn't like to stand there with his eyes closed and clutching a wand while Snape looked at him.

"Clear your mind, Potter," Snape said coldly, "and let all emotions disappear. ”

But Harry was furious, and Snape invaded his mind like venom. It's not as easy as parting his feet.

"You're not doing it, Potter. You need more training than you do now, now, pay attention. ”

Harry tried to empty his mind, trying not to think, or remember, or feel. "Let's do it again. Count three times, one-two-three-regent!"

A huge black dragon appeared in front of him. His parents waved at him in a magic mirror. Ginny lay on the ground, staring at him with dark eyes.

"No————————!" Harry fell to his knees again. He covered his face with his hands, and his brain ached excruciously, like someone was trying to try to get it out of the cranial cavity.

"Get up!" Snape said sharply, "get up, you're not trying, you're not trying, you're allowing me to read your fears and learn to fight me!"

Harry stood up again, his heart terrified, as if he had seen Voldemort resurrected in the graveyard.

Snape's face looked paler and angrier than usual, though not as angry as Harry had been.

"I'm working hard," he said, gritting his teeth.

"I told you to empty your emotions! Stump you pig brain, I thought you'd remember something!"

"Yes, well, I find it hard to do at the moment," Harry yelled.

"Then you'll find yourself an easy prey for the Duke of Darkness!" Snape said savagely. "Those who cling to their emotions, those who can't control their emotions, those who are stuck in sad memories and let others provoke them, are fools, weak! In other words, they have no power against others! He can invade your mind effortlessly, Potter!"

"I'm not weak," Harry said in a low voice, his uncontrollable anger making him want to attack Snape now.

"Prove it!!," Snape cried, "control your anger, train your mind!, let's try again!get ready!

He saw Uncle Vernon seal the mailbox. A hundred Dementors floated across the lake around it. He walked with Mr. Weasley along a windowless path. Harry tried to walk through it, but Mr. Weasley pulled him to the left and walked down a stone staircase.

"I know, I know!" he collapsed on the floor of Snape's office for the fourth time, his scar aching unpleasantly, but the sound from his mouth barely pretended to be happy, and he stood up again, finding Snape watching him, his wand raised. At this point, it seemed as if Snape had successfully cast the spell before Harry could try to fight it.

"And then what happened, Potter?" he asked, staring at Harry intensely.

"I see—I remember," Harry gasped. "I just understood. ”

"Understand, what?" said Snape sharply. Harry didn't immediately return, he wiped his forehead, thinking back to the moment he had been blind. He dreamed of a windowless hallway disappearing in front of a door that had been locked for months, and he didn't leave to find it a real place. Now, he thought about it again, and he knew that the corridor he had dreamed of had been the one he and Mr. Weasley had passed through on August 12 as they ran to the Inquisition Room of the Ministry of Magic, and that it was here that he had dreamed that Voldemort had caused people to attack Mr. Weasley at night.

He looked up at Snape. "What's going on in the mystery department?"

"What did you say?" said Snape in a voice that was not fluctuating.