8th floor, Principal's room.

Floating candles glowing with dim candlelight flew freely around the room, and the silverware on the table swallowed silver smoke from each other.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, not knowing what candy to chew in his mouth, and across from him was Harry, with his head down.

It was the evening of the second day. Harry had wanted to come to Dumbledore at dawn, but he was busy during the day, and it wasn't until the evening that Harry was able to come in.

"I've got it all figured out, it seems like something has happened to you, Harry, that we can't reverse!" Dumbledore said slowly, and then his hand grasped the golden trident that lay on the table.

"But it's a pity that although this thing belongs to you, you are still a student."

Dumbledore's eyes looked at Harry under his half-moon glasses, "You know what I mean, right! I can't watch a little wizard in his second year waving around the castle with this thing.

That would be a difficult time for Filch, and it wouldn't be good if he accidentally hurt someone. ”

Harry was a little reluctant, but he couldn't argue with what Dumbledore said, but he still wanted to fight for it, "Professor, I'm not going to take it and wave it around." I promise! ”

"Harry, you have to understand that there are a lot of things that we can't control ourselves. Remember? It's like last year when Hagrid got drunk and then revealed how to deal with Lowe! Dumbledore said kindly. Lowe was the three-headed dog he had at Hogwarts Castle last year.

It's not good if someone else uses him to hurt someone.

"But...... Well, Professor. Harry said with some wobness that he didn't want to lose it, but Dumbledore had spoken.

"Then it's decided, I'll give it back to you when you're done." Dumbledore laughed, "Then I think you should go back, after all, it's almost time to rest!" Dumbledore feigned looking at the time.

"Okay, Professor." Harry stood up, said goodbye, and hurried back to the common room.

In the corner of the lounge, Linde has his back to the entire wide lounge.

"Come, grow your mouth, and say—"

"Gah-"

In the dark corner, Andersen opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth were torn, and several tentacles protruded from it and expanded outward into a chrysanthemum. Deep in the throat of this center, an eyeball drooped in the upper part of the throat.

After a few glances, Linde withdrew the tweezers on his left hand and hand, and rubbed his eyes, which were a little dry because they were always open.

Andersen retracted his tentacles and closed his mouth. Then he asked Lind with a grunt.

"You've got an eye in your mouth." Lind thought of what he had just seen.

Andersen had been retching today, and then Linde saw this, and thought he was sick, so he simply looked at it. It turned out not to be sick, but to have another thing in the throat.

At first, Lind thought it was a tumor, but he examined it with tweezers, and there was an eyeball wrapped under a layer of flesh. The eyeball was probably not fully developed, and there was no reaction to Linde's act of pulling its "eyelids" apart. Andersen's brain didn't receive the visual images it transmitted.

"Wait! If you can't control it yourself when you grow up, cut it off! Linde said lightly, his threshold for these slightly bloody things was getting higher and higher.

"It doesn't affect your eating!" Lind asked.

Andersen shook his head and grunted. It just felt like this thing was a little uncomfortable in its own throat. But now it doesn't affect my daily life.

That's good. Thinking about it, he touched the plaster cast that wrapped around his right hand. "I guess it will be a week before it can be fully recovered." Linde mentally estimated the time.

Last night, he tried to cast a spell with his left hand, but his wand couldn't swing it at all, and all but the fluorescent flickering of the spell was unsuccessful.

He could only lie on the edge of the pool and read......

Then soak your right hand in the water and turn the book with the tentacles of your chin.

During this time, he had already begun to refine the potions of the Sea Singers. If he knew that Harry had been given a sea beast sacrifice directly by Yu San, who was struggling in the black lake, he didn't know what to do in his heart.

However, he has never been to the Black Lake now, so he naturally doesn't know that Yu San failed that year and finally brought his clan to the Black Lake to live.

With this in mind, Harry and the others walked not far from Linde, and Hermione began to instruct Harry in practicing the Water and Moisture Retention Charm. Because Linde is unsociable, this corner of his place is still relatively empty. Harry, they came here to practice spells.

This is a protective spell, and with the exception of Seamus and Neville, most people don't pose any danger, so they are safe to practice here.

When Lind saw them coming, she shrank back into the corner and continued to read to herself. A shorthand quill pen was flying next to him, sketching on the book for him.

The fingers of the right hand wrapped in the plaster cast were throbbing with difficulty, and although it was a little inconvenient, it was right to look for the feeling of casting a spell.

He basically doesn't have any entertainment activities now, and the entertainment in the past was to watch the famous scenes in the plot, but now with some changes to the plot, many famous scenes either don't happen or haven't happened yet.

I guess the basilisk won't happen again this year.

"No, no. The voice should be a little higher, it should be subdued and raised, and the s should not be pronounced. Hermione corrected Harry like a little teacher, and when he tried to cast a spell, his robe was twisted up like a veil, strangling him out of breath.

Lind looked at Harry's appearance and inexplicably thought about Occlumency.

During this time, Snape only talked to him about theory and asked him how he was doing.

This Linde has no bottom.

In the original book, Harry was stimulated by Dobby's death when he practiced Occlumency, and he didn't practice it until then. The description at the time was:

He eventually learned to control, to keep Voldemort out of his brain, which was exactly what Dumbledore wanted him to learn from Snape. Just like when Harry was grieving Sirius, Voldemort's mind couldn't control Harry......

Although this description is only a partial part of Occlumency,

But the cultivation of the Occlumency Technique is indeed the same as described in the original text, and it is even more mysterious than this.

Snape just told him that when you can escape into your subconscious, you'll really learn Occlumency.

And he also spends about two hours every night staying underwater, trying to enter a deep meditation state similar to sleep, trying to break the barrier between the sea of consciousness and enter his subconscious.

But he just feels like he's wasting time every day, maybe he can't see or touch what he can't feel, does he have a system that will show him a progress bar.

But he never thought that what he was doing was useless, after all, in addition to the rarity of brain occlusion, another characteristic is that it is difficult. He also went to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to find out, but they both said he wouldn't.

So by now, the only people he knew who could do Occlumency were Dumbledore, Snape, and the future Harry.

In addition to Harry's chosen son, one is the pinnacle of the wizarding world, and the other is a T0-level genius.

Every time he thought of this, he would sweep away his unhappiness and continue to practice occlusion excitedly. Besides, he didn't accept the Regent's thoughts, and he couldn't use the Boggart, so his practice could only be practiced by grinding kung fu.