In Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Umbridge had apparently lost interest in teaching the young wizards.

She just gave each person a special piece of parchment and asked them to copy the textbook.

There is no limit to the number of times, no time limit.

In her words, it is to transcribe until you remember it thoroughly.

And that piece of parchment.

Every time they are filled, all the ink is diluted away and it becomes a blank again.

Owen certainly has a way to crack this low-level magic item.

But - why?

Anyway, she didn't ask for it, buddy wrote a word in ten minutes, and the time was too empty for him to use for fugue.

The bell rang for the end of class, and Umbridge was in a hurry before they left.

But the little wizard didn't care about that, as long as the woman didn't get sick, it was better than anything else.

The afternoon was herbalism, and Professor Sprout was still so warm and gentle.

She introduced the young wizards to a new breed from the Ming Dynasty that she had improved twice.

This amazing plant is called Quyi grass.

She didn't know what the grass did, but it was interesting to see its stems and leaves wriggle up when someone walked by, and Professor Sprout had each of them grow one that could be used as a decoration in their dormitories.

At the end of the class, each young wizard had a flower pot in his hand.

Saturdays and Sundays are normal holidays.

Although they have only been in class for two days.

In his free time, Owen focused all his energy, and the little wizard's progress in learning spells was too slow. It's really annoying that some stupid heads can't learn how to teach.

Two days after the upset.

It's a new week.

After the Magical Beasts Conservation class in the afternoon, everyone huddled together, wrapped in clothes, and returned to the castle with frozen steps.

Others may have been due to the weather, but Harry, who was with Ginny, was not, he was worried, his face was very ugly, and tonight was his first class at Snape's.

Looking at the castle, he suddenly had the idea of escaping, as long as he didn't let him go to Snape's office, anywhere!

Unfortunately, this did not ease his ominous premonitions, and even if Hermione and Ginny on the side kept comforting him, it was useless.

That's it, after dinner.

Harry still made his way to the basement with trepidation.

He paused outside the door for a moment, gasping for breath and comforting himself.

Then he took a deep breath and knocked on the door to enter.

It was a dimly lit room with hundreds of glass bottles on shelves, and slimy specimens of plants and animals floating in colorful potions.

A cupboard in the corner was filled with all sorts of precious medicinal herbs—once visited by Owen and Hermione.

Harry even knew that there was a secret room in this office, and that was the way to open it

Thinking about it, his attention was suddenly drawn to the desk in front of him, and in the candlelight there was a shallow stone basin engraved with mysterious symbols, which Harry immediately recognized, it was Dumbledore's meditation basin.

He was wondering what it was doing here when Snape's cold voice came from the shadows, startling him.

"Close the door, Potter."

Harry complied, feeling in horror that he had locked himself up.

He turned, and Snape had walked to the light, silently gesturing to the chair across from his desk.

Harry went over and sat down, and New Neck sat down.

His cold black eyes stared at Harry unblinking, disgust carved into every line of his face.

"You know what you're doing here." He whispered, "The Headmaster wants me to teach you Occlumency, and I can only hope that you are smarter than you were in Potions class." ”

"Yes." Harry replied without daring to say more.

In fact, he was quite talented in potions, and Owen had said more than once that her mother and the Potter family had excellent achievements in potions, and he couldn't really be as ignorant of potions as Snape said.

He just didn't meet a good teacher.

Harry had always felt that way.

"This may not be your average class, Potter," Snape's eyes narrowed sinisterly, "but I'm still your teacher, and it's the least respect that you have to call me Mr. or Professor at all times." ”

"Okay professor." Harry said without being salty.

"Good." Snape looked at him coldly, "Maybe the great saint Sanchez has already explained to you what this spell does and why you want to learn it. So I don't want to hear from you any more why, such stupid words. ”

"I understand."

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly.

Then he pulled his wand from his robe, and Harry's body tensed.

But he just lifted the tip of his staff to his temples and stuck it into the greasy roots.

When he took the wand away, there was a strand of silver attached to the tip of the wand, like thick spider silk.

He ripped it off and let it fall softly into the meditation basin, where it swirled into a silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more and added the silver substance to the stone basin.

He didn't explain, just carefully lifted the meditation basin to the side shelf.

Then, he turned his wand to Harry.

"Stand up and pull out your wand, Potter."

Harry stood up nervously, and the two faced each other across the table.

"You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of." Snape said.

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

"No manners, Potter! Is that what your bereaved godfather taught you? Talking to a professor like that? ”

"Sirius is not a lost dog, he is a hero! He also has a Merlin Medal of the First Degree! Now my godfather, he's busy saving the world! Professor! Harry was annoyed. He could stand Snape's ridicule of him, but he couldn't keep silent to his friends or relatives.

Snape's face turned even more ugly.

He heard Harry's words.

Sirius is a hero, with the Merlin Medal, and saving the world, but he, the self-proclaimed nemesis, has achieved nothing.

"Save the world?" Snape scoffed, "That's a lot of prestige. Dealing with a few brainless monsters is also considered a feat, so this honor is really cheap. ”

"Alright." He let out a low growl. "That's the end of the boring topic, I'm not you, I don't have so much leisurely free time."

With that, he raised his wand, "Now into your brain, I'm going to see your resistance, prepare, take the mind!" ”

Harry had seen Owen cast the spell before, but Snape's sudden attack didn't give him time to prepare.

The next second. The landscape in front of Harry's eyes suddenly changed drastically.

The office was gone, images flashing through his mind like a movie, and he couldn't see what was around him.

When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride on his new red bike, and his heart was filled with jealousy.

At the age of nine, he was driven into a tree by his dog, Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn, leaving him alone.

He saw himself stealing Dudley's chocolates and shredding his pants.

Deliberately smashed the glass of Vernon's car.

He wears the Sorting Hat and hears it say he can go to Slytherin.

In his first year, he and a group of young wizards faced Professor Quirrell, who was under Voldemort's control.

The battle at the pinnacle under the dark moon in the second year will always be remembered by him.

Third Grade Hogsmeade War.

The top of the fourth-grade Azkaban Tower. Fleur's scream, Owen's fire shield charm, the timely arrival of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore's duel with Voldemort.

He saw the path of death that he had glimpsed in the blurred vision.

It was young Voldemort who spoke so disrespectfully to them, and it was death that was so close to him.

He saw Owen tell him about the Potter family's fortune the other day, and told him that the most important thing in learning Occlumency was to empty your mind and not think about anything.

He heard a voice, "I don't know what you're afraid of?" Snape won't eat you, someone who can leave you an inheritance when he dies, so what exactly are you afraid of? ”

Wait—Harry suddenly forced himself to focus.

He knew that the caster could only see if he remembered the images, as long as he could stop.

He felt a sharp pain in his knee as Snape's office returned.

Harry found himself on the ground, one knee slamming the leg of the table.

He looked up at Snape and saw him rubbing his wrist, where there was a red, swollen whip mark like a brand.

"Do you want to sting people?" Snape asked coldly.

"Nope." Harry scrambled to his feet, a little bewildered, and did his best not to look Snape in the eye.

He was afraid that what Owen said would be seen by the man in front of him.

"I think so." Snape said contemptuously, "You've pushed me too deep. You lose control. ”

"You saw them all?" Harry didn't know if he wanted to hear an answer.

"Part." Snape spat out coldly. "I didn't expect Mr. Sanchez to be so concerned about my property."

"Uh-" Suddenly, Harry became very embarrassed. He was angry again, Snape saw his secret completely disregarding his privacy, and he felt a sigh of inexplicability, about his father's grievances, Harry had already learned from Owen's mouth.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

Could it be—would Snape really give him the inheritance?

"What are you thinking about Potter!" Snape grimaced, fiercely.

"No—no professors."

"Hmph—I think I'll know." He said coldly, "Now throw away all your emotions, concentrate your thoughts, and restrain your memories and thoughts." ”

"Again, I'll count to three or two—the Regent!"

Harry felt as if he had been stirred with a stick in his head.

The intense pain and powerlessness were like waves that instantly drowned him.

"Ridiculous idea." In the midst of nothingness, Snape's voice was particularly hideous. "Do you think I'm going to care about you?"

He said, "If it weren't for Dumbledore's orders, Potter, we wouldn't have crossed paths. ”

Harry gritted his teeth, his eyes rising wildly.

He may have been controlled.

But some kind of force still supported him, shouting: "Me too!" ”

"Bang-" Harry, back in the office, soaking wet, collapsed on the floor.

His heart was pounding.

Some of the complicated emotions that had just risen to Snape disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Eliminate distractions, Potter." Snape's cold voice said, "Throw away all feelings." ”

Harry tried to do so, but his anger at Snape still pounded through his veins like venom.

It's easier to throw away anger than to lose a leg.

"Get up," snape snapped, "get up, you didn't do it, you didn't make an effort. ”

"I tried." Harry said through gritted teeth.

"No, you didn't, I told you to throw away your feelings"

"Really? I find it hard to do it right now. He yelled.

"Then you can easily be exploited by the Dark Lord," Snape said cruelly, "proud, emotional fools who don't control their feelings, and indulge in horrible, sad memories that make themselves so easily irritated." In a word, Potter, weak people, they are vulnerable to his magic and you are like that, he can easily invade your mind. ”

"I'm not weak." Harry whispered, furious, thinking he might soon beat Snape.

"Then prove that it controls itself," Snape reprimanded, "restrain your anger, take care of your brain, and we'll come again, ready for the gods!" ”

This time, Harry didn't feel any pain.

In fact, a burst of white light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes.

Under the magic of resentment, Snape's soul seemed to follow his thoughts.

Escape!

Yes, he fled.

Everything in the office is gone again.

It was as if he were in a dream, and in a trance, Harry found himself in a dimly lit hall.

There were a number of people bound in front of him.

Those people were like lambs to the slaughter, one by one convulsed and imprisoned in iron cages because they were tortured.

There were many small wizards standing beside him, as well as many mysterious people in black robes.

"So, you've failed again." 'Harry' said cruelly, and at his feet lay the corpses of several strange wizards.

Obviously, these people had just died, and 'Harry' he might be draining the souls of the other people or something.

That's why he's here.

Yes - Harry had realized that he had once again burrowed into Voldemort's head.

"Master—I didn't expect that, I—I'll reorganize the staff right away." The man, led by the little wizard, looked even tighter, and there were already a few drops of sweat on his cheeks.

"No, I don't." Voldemort looked down at the man, he raised his hand, and a blinding green light shot from the tip of his wand, "You don't need it!" ”

The wizards around him knelt down in shock.

No one dared to look him in the eye anymore.

Voldemort, on the other hand, held his wand and cast a spell on the poor wizards in the iron cage not far away.

"Regent!"

The next moment.

The wizard who had been struck by the spell began to scream.

This broke Harry, for the wizard, a wizard who could no longer see limbs and appearances, found that he recognized her as her memories came to his mind.

Mandy Bloch.

A Ravenclaw witch of his class.

She is known to Luna for her unpleasant relationship with her. But she wasn't as evil as Slytherin, she was just—a little jealous.

He first saw Mandy Broge's childhood, and then her days at Hogwarts.

Voldemort didn't seem to care about any of that.

It was only when Mandy Blohor appeared in his memory that he or Owen Hermione would be interested, and he detected it inch by inch.

He didn't seem to find anything of value, though.

Eventually, Voldemort was pulled out of her brain.

Harry heard the girl's screams still echoing, and after a long time the screams turned to faint wails, and her vocal cords nearly burst.

Her chest twitched from the pain, and she seemed pitiful and weird.

By this time, Voldemort had already walked in front of the other cages.

As he watched again and again, Harry could only watch, watching himself torment his classmates over and over again.

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Finally—Harry's spirit couldn't withstand the intrusion of countless memories.

His will began to swindle.

Eventually, the whole person fainted.

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Owen didn't know what had happened in Snape's office last night.

Early in the morning, he and Hannah Justin went to the auditorium for breakfast.

Walking into the foyer, Owen sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the auditorium.

Many young wizards gathered together, bowing their heads and discussing something.

Most of them had ugly faces on their faces.

It's like something big has happened.

"What's wrong?" He walked in briskly.

In the crowd, Hermione has the most young wizards around.

When everyone saw Owen, they all got out of the way.

"Look at this!" Hermione said.

Then he handed over the newspaper in his hand.

She spread the newspaper on the table and pointed to the headlines.

Owen, as well as the little wizards who came late, set their sights on the newspapers.

They saw a city that was on fire.

No—it's a small town.

All kinds of magical creatures are flying all over the sky.

The sky was full of black smoke, and they were all too familiar with it, and the flying magic of the Death Eaters was like that.

They were attacking the Muggle town.

Burning, killing and looting everywhere.

Most worryingly, the photo appears to show a group of wizards surrounded by Death Eaters.

Because of the distance of the shot, they couldn't see the wizard's face clearly.

Under the photo, there is a bold and widened caption.

- The Death Eaters attack Port Isabel.

- A large number of wizards are trapped in the United States.

"Oh my God!" There was an exclamation from Justin, "Ernie is still in the United States!" ”

"Shhhh Whispered! Hannah said anxiously, "Look down! ”

According to the International Federation of Wizards announced yesterday, Port Isabella, a small town of wizarding port in Texas, was suddenly attacked by a large number of Death Eaters a week ago.

- Babajid Akinbad, vice president of the federation, has confirmed that dozens of felons have appeared in Isabella, and several wizards have been killed, and the exact number is still being counted.

- "It's a shame that we're caught up in the continuation of the wizarding war that happened more than a decade ago. "Such a large-scale, indiscriminate killing in violation of the Secrecy Act is unique in the history of wizards." Mysterio - no - Voldemort, yes - we have to admit that the most powerful dark wizard of all time has risen again, and bloody again!

(End of chapter)