In fact, teaching Harry Occlumency was one more repulsive ...... Well, fun.

Anyway, with Van Lin's understanding of Professor Snape, it was inevitable that Harry's experience was more from Harry's father.

This becomes quite a contradiction.

On the one hand, Harry himself, representing a part of Lily, and on the other, ......

Well, perhaps Professor Snape wasn't reluctant, and Vanlin didn't think anyone could teach Harry Occlumency.

Maybe it won't be until the day when Harry is really strong, anyway, Voldemort's Horcrux to resist Voldemort's own will, it's a joke.

Dumbledore couldn't guarantee that the only thing he could do was to stop it temporarily.

However, no one can guarantee whether it will be effective or not.

Anyway, it would be an absolute nightmare for Harry.

That evening, Harry had been worrying about the next day. However, two potions lessons the next morning did not ease his fears, as Snape was still as unpleasant as ever.

The proximity of a member of the Defense Association in the hallway during recess made his mood fall even more, and he asked hopefully if there would be a rally that night.

"The next time you come, let you know to do business as usual," Harry said over and over again, "but I can't do that tonight, I have to go to-um-remedial potions." ”

"You're going to cram potions!" asked Justin arrogantly, cornering Harry on the porch after dinner. "God, you must be crazy, Snape rarely tutors, does he?"

As Sarri strode away in annoyance, Ron glared at him. "Am I going to make him unlucky? I can still attack him from here. He said, drawing his wand and aiming it at Sarri's shoulder.

"Oh, forget about him," Harry said gloomily...... "That's what everybody has to think about, isn't it? That's my real stupidity—"

"Hi Harry," a voice behind him said. He turned around and found Cho standing there.

"Oh," Harry said, and inexplicably Harry felt his heart beat uncontrollably. "Hi. ”

"We'll be in the library, Harry," Hermione and Van Lin said firmly, as they grabbed Logan and pulled him out of the marble hallway.

"Merry Christmas?" Cho said.

"Well, it's not bad," Harry said.

"Mine was very pleasant. Autumn said that this unreasonable accosting made her seem very awkward. "Well, next month, I'm going to travel to Hogsmeade again. Did you see the notice?"

"What? Oh, no, I haven't looked at the notice board since I came back. ”

"Yes, it was on Valentine's Day. ”

"Okay," Harry said, wondering why Cho had told him these things.

"Okay, I guess you want ......?"

"I mean, you have time," Cho said eagerly.

Harry stared blankly. He said, "I guess you want to know when the next Defense Association meeting will be?"

But Cho didn't answer.

"I-mm-" he said.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't," she said, looking distressed.

"Don't fret. I- I'll see you often. She walked away. Harry stood behind her, watching her, his mind thinking wildly. And then something makes a dull sound here.

"Autumn, hey—Autumn!" he chased after her, catching up with her in the marble hallway halfway through.

"Hmm——, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's Day?"

"Oh yes!" she said, blushing and looking at Harry with great delight.

"Okay, well, then it's settled. Harry swallowed his own saliva, which made him feel a little out of shape, but nothing could express Harry's slightly apprehensive feeling at the moment.

In fact, after this incident, no matter who it is, it feels that Harry's day is not going to be wasted, and for Harry, this should be regarded as a great joy.

Harry found Van Lin and Hermione in the library before class in the afternoon. However, before six o'clock that evening, the successful invitation to Cho Chang did not alleviate his terrible feelings, and he walked to Snape's office step by step.

When he got there, he stopped at the door, hoping he was somewhere else, and, taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and walked in.

In the shadowy room, there are more than 100 glass bottles containing the juice of animals and plants of various colors. In one corner was a cupboard full of things that Snape had warned Harry—not for no reason—to snatch. Harry's attention, however, turned to the table, where there was a shallow, stone-filled pool of words and symbols in the candlelight.

Harry had seen it before—it was in Dumbledore's meditation basin. Wondering what the thing was doing, Snape's cold voice came out.

"Close the door behind you, Potter. Harry did as he was told, and he felt like he was holding himself.

But as he turned back to his room, Snape stepped into the light and quietly pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. Harry sat down, and so did Snape, his cold black eyes staring at Harry with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Okay, Potter, you know why you're here," he said. "The headmaster has asked me to teach you Occlumency. I just hope you're more familiar with it than pharmacy, and forget what that guy Van Lin taught you, and while his Occlumency is good, he's not a good teacher. ”

Harry pursed his lips to himself, a little dismissive of Snape's claim, but retorted when he was alone, which was clearly not a wise decision.

In fact, Van Lin taught him a lot of spells, blasting spells, eye disease spells and the like, many of which were instructed by Van Lin, but except for the Occlumency.

"Okay," Harry said simply.

"It's not your average lesson, Potter," Snape said, his eyes blinking sinisterly, "but I'm still your teacher, so you should call me 'sir' or 'professor' at all times." ”

"Yes. Sir," Harry said.

Snape looked at him with tiny eyes, and said, "Occlumency, now." As I tell you in your dear godfather's kitchen, magic seals off branches of the mind against magical intrusions and magical influences. ”

"But why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?" said Harry, looking strangely at Snape's glasses, waiting for his answer. Snape looked at him contemptuously for a moment, "Apparently you can figure out the answer, Potter?Duke Dark is very skilled at intruding into people's minds-"

"What's that, sir?"

"It can read his thoughts and emotions from another person's heart—"

"Can he read other people's minds?" Harry said quickly, confirming his worst fears.

"You're not shrewd, Potter," Snape said, his dark eyes glinting.

"You don't know that. That's a big drawback that prevents you from being a good potion maker. Snape paused for a moment, apparently pleased to embarrass Harry, but soon Snape lost that nature.

This kind of expression seems to Fan Lin to be ten points, which probably means, you scum......

"Only Muggles say 'read minds'. The mind is not a book that can be opened in free time. The heart is not fixed in the mind and can be known by all. The mind is a complex, multi-layered thing, and Potter – or at least, the mind of most people is. He smiled fakely. "But, that's true, the Imperius Curse can control a person's mind, it can enter a victim's mind to command him properly. For example, Duke Dark, always knows if someone else is lying, of course, not all of them are Imperius Charms, the more commonly used and useful ones are the Dementor Charm, which is the same as the Imperius Charm, and only the Occlumency of the Brain can shut down your thoughts and memories, and can return untrue information without being detected. ”

No matter what Snape said, the word Deception sounded like reading a mind to Harry, and he didn't like it at all.

"So he can know what we're thinking? sir?"

"The Duke of Darkness is far away, and the walls and floors of Hogwarts are protected by some ancient spells and magic, so those who live in it are safe," Snape said. "In magic, there's the concept of time and space, Potter. Mind Sensation requires eye contact. ”

"Okay, then, why do I have to learn Occlumency?"

Snape looked at Harry as if he were looking at a mountain monster, and he pointed a long, thin finger at Harry.

"Common sense doesn't seem to apply to you, Potter. A curse that kills you to declare defeat looks like a sign that you're related to the Dark Duke. Sometimes, evidence shows that when your mind is very relaxed – such as when you sleep – you share the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Duke. The Headmaster felt that this was a mistake, and he wanted me to teach you how to close your mind to the Duke of Darkness. ”

Harry's heart twitched quickly again, he didn't know that.

"But why would Professor Dumbledore want to stop him?" he asked suddenly. "I don't like that, but it's useful, isn't it? I mean, I can see someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and if I can't, Professor Dumbledore can't save him, sir?"

Snape stared at Harry for a moment, still gagging his mouth with his hand. When he spoke again, his voice slowed down, as if each word weighed a thousand pounds.

"It seems that the Duke of Darkness was not aware of the relationship between you and him until now. By now, you seem to have experienced his emotions and share his thoughts, and it doesn't take any special effort. But, before Christmas, your short dream—"

"Is it about the attack, or is it about Mr. Weasley?"

"Don't interrupt me, Potter," Snape said in a terrifying tone, "As I said earlier, your pre-Christmas dream was a powerful shock to the Dark Duke—"

"I'm looking at it from the perspective of a third person's head, not his!"

"I suppose I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter?" but Harry didn't mind if Snape was angry, and eventually he looked like he was coming to the end of the matter, so he walked over to his chair and didn't understand that. He sat on the edge of his chair, nervous, but pretending to be poised.

"If I'm sharing Voldemort's thoughts, why was it all third-person viewing until then?"

"Don't say the name of Duke Dark!" Snape slapped the table. There was a terrible silence.

They stared at each other through the obscure darkness.

"Dumbledore said his name," Harry said quietly.

"Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard," Snape muttered to himself. "He felt safe enough to say his name. But we're not. ”

Visibly upset, he wiped the place where Duke Dark had burned his left arm.

"I just want to know," Harry said again, politely pushing his voice back, "why-"

"It's because Duke Dark was in a special time that you are observing as a third party," Snape roared. "But, this time, you're in his head. He noticed you, otherwise, who is the third party?. ”

"So V-he-knows I'm there?"

"I think so. Snape said coldly.

"How do you know?" said Harry eagerly, "that's just Professor Dumbledore's speculation, or ——?"

"I told you," said Snape, sitting in his chair with his eyes narrowed, "calling me 'sir.'" ”

"Yes, sir," said Harry, impatiently, "but how do you know—"

"We can know very well," Snape whispered. "The point is that the Duke of Darkness is now until you can understand his thoughts and feelings. He is also ready to change this fact. That is to say, he can also understand your thoughts and ideas—"

"So he can try to drive me to do something, too?" Harry asked, "Sir?" he hurriedly added.

"Probably," Snape said, coldly and nonethelessly. "Let's go back to Occlumency class. Snape pulled his wand from his pocket and sat nervously in his chair, but Snape simply raised his wand to the roots of his hair. When he put it away, some silver-like substance ran away, widening like a string around his temples, and when he removed his wand to the meditation basin, it shattered again. It swirled silvery-white, neither like a gas nor a liquid.

Twice later, Snape put his wand to his temple, and then put the silver object into the stone pool, and then, without explaining what he had just done, he carefully picked up the meditation basin, took him out of the bookshelf, grabbed his wand, and turned his face to face Harry.

"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter. Harry stood up, uneasy. They stood on opposite sides of the table, staring at each other.

"You can use your wand to try to disarm me, or use whatever you want to protect yourself," Snape said.

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

"I'll try to break into your heart," Snape said softly. "I'm going to see how well you resist. I have told you to be ready to resist the spells of the Regents. You will find that you need a power similar to this. Protect yourselves, now, Regents!" Snape began to attack before Harry was ready, even summoning some forces of resistance before he could summon some resistance.

The office suddenly vanished before his eyes, and picture after image passed through his seemingly blind mind like a glittering movie. When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride a new red bike, and he was filled with jealousy. When he was nine years old, he and Rita, a cow dog, were up a tree, and the Dudley family was laughing on the lawn below. He sat under the Sorting Hat, and it told him he could do well in Slytherin. Hermione was lying in the hospital, her face hidden under her thin black hair. A hundred Dementors surrounded him by the Black Lake. Autumn leans on him under the mistletoe.