Vol 2 Chapter 1036: Photographing and recalling

Harry's heart thumped Snape interpretation and Irwin have been telling him about the same.
But he always feels that something is not quite right, and some places can't explain it.

Why did Professor Dumbledore stop it?
he suddenly asked.
I don’t like this feeling very much, but it’s very useful. I saw Voldemort splitting his soul, making a Horcrux with a statue of evil spirits, and saving the thunder. Sith, isn’t it? Professor?

Hear Voldemort, split soul, statues of Cthulhu these sensitive words, Snape obviously receded a bit.
He watched Harry, still feeling the mouth with your fingers, then slowly opening, as if weighing every word.
"The Dark Lord seems to have only recently discovered this connection between you and him, before that you seem to be able to perceive his emotions and thoughts, he was unaware, but now the situation is completely different, so that dream you seriously He invaded his thoughts, to see that important things that you think he'll do nothing it? "
"What is Voldemort ready to do?"
"Do not say his name, Potter!"
"Professor Dumbledore also said his name," Harry whispered.
"Dumbledore is a high-powered wizard. He may not swear by the name, but the others are not..." Snape said gloomyly. "You directly call the name of the Dark Devil, just a stupid performance, because I am ignorant, so I am not afraid."
He seemed to unconsciously touch the left arm, and Harry knew that it was the place where the Dark Mark was once branded.
"Then he knows the connection between me and him now, what is he going to do, professor?" Harry tried to keep his tone polite, "controlling me in turn?"
He dismissed what Snape said, but he did not come over to argue with Snape.
Harry had something to care about more. At the end of the duel in Norway, he seemed to be controlled by Voldemort!
He still remembers the picture at that time. He could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, but he lost control of his body. Voldemort was talking with his mouth. He wanted his body to move directly from the platform. Into the endless abyss.
"Possibly!" Snape said coldly and indifferently. "You have to understand that what we are worried about now is not that he controls you, but that he perceives your thoughts and feelings, and knows the secrets of his interest from you. This is exactly what he is good at, you know too many things that you should not know."
For a moment of silence, Snape made Harry feel bad, and he became the root of the leak.
Is this the case, Dumbledore is not willing to tell him, would rather he stay alone in the Dursleys?
Snape pulled his wand out of his robes, and Harry was taut.
But Snape just lifted the tip of the rod to the temple and inserted it into the greasy hair root.
When he took off his wand, there was a silvery thing on the tip of the stick, like a thick spider silk.
He tore it off, let it fall gently into the meditation basin, and turn it into a silver-white color in the basin, neither gas nor liquid.
Snape lifted his wand twice to the temple and added silvery material to the stone basin.
He did not explain, just carefully holding the meditation basin to the side of the shelf.
Then he turned and held his wand against Harry.
"Get up, take out your wand, Potter."
Harry stood up nervously, and the two groaned across the table.
"You had learned brain closure with Mason before, you should know something basic. Now you can use it, you can use a wand to lift my weapon, or defend yourself in other ways that you can think of." Snape Say, "Anyone can!"
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked Snape's wand in fear.
"Go into your brain!" Snape whispered. "I want to see your resistance, now, prepare, take pictures!"
Harry had never seen Evan done before, and Snape suddenly shot, and he even knew that he had not had time to prepare to resist.
The office swayed in front of his eyes and disappeared. A picture flashed through his mind like a movie. He could not see the things around him.
When he was five years old, he watched Dudley riding on a red new bicycle. His heart was full of embarrassment.
At the age of nine, he was rushed to the tree by the watchdog Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn. He was alone and helpless.
He wore a split hat and heard it said he could go to Slytherin.
In the first grade, he faced Professor Chilo, who was controlled by Voldemort.
He and Ai Wen grabbed the basilisk and smashed through the pipes of the school.
Also, more than a hundred dementors surrounded him and Hermione on the dark ground.
Sirius fainted beside him, and he saw two silver-white patrons flying from a distance.
Autumn wants to date him with Hogsmeade, he wants...
No, there was a voice in Harry’s mind. You can’t look at this. You can’t see it. It’s private.
He felt a sharp pain in his knees and Snape's office came back.
Harry found himself falling to the ground, and one knee slammed on the legs.
He looked up at Snape and saw him licking his wrist, there was a red swollen whip, like a brand.
"Do you want to make a curse?" Snape asked coldly.
"No," Harry said resentfully, as he climbed up from the ground.
"I think so too." Snape said scornfully. "You let me insert too deep, you lost control."
"You all saw it?" Harry didn't know if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Some clips." Snape said, licking his mouth. "Who is that dog?"
"Aunt Markey," Harry whispered, confiding Snape in his heart.
"It's too bad, you should have reacted faster!" Snape raised his wand again. "You waste a lot of time and energy yelling and doing some useless rebellion. You must concentrate and use Your brain is against me and you don't need a wand."
"I will work hard," Harry said angrily. "But you didn't tell me what to do!"
"Polite, Potter!" Snape said fiercely. "I thought you knew, because you told me that you had learned brain closure before. I didn't expect that you didn't even know these basic things. It’s really disappointing. Now, I want you to close your eyes.

Harry glanced at him and he reluctantly did.
He didn't like to close his eyes and stand there, let Snape stand in front of his wand.
"Excluding distracting thoughts, Potter," Snape said in a cold voice. "Leave all your feelings."
Harry tried to do this, but the anger at Snape still impacted his blood vessels like venom.
If you throw away your anger, it is better to throw away a leg.
Ivan told him to empty his brain, he didn't want anything, didn't say he wanted to let go of all his feelings.
"You didn't do it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, concentrate your thoughts, start!"
Harry tried to empty his mind, not thinking, not remembering, not feeling.
"Very good, come again, I count to three, one, two, three, take pictures!"
The office was gone again, and Harry saw his parents waved at him in the mirror.
Then he saw the resurrection of Voldemort, and countless Death Eaters watched them under the hood.