Chapter 320: Snake

"Uh, um." Harry replied somewhat absently. His eyes under the frame were staring at the blackboard, but his eyes were a little hollow, and the blackboard was about to be pierced, as if there was something behind the blackboard.
The scene he had just seen still appeared in his mind. Cedric and Qiu Zhang walked side by side in the corridor, showing a loving look. Why didn't the girl feel the same about him? Cedric did not even qualify for the Flame Cup last year, but he won the championship.
It deserves the attention of others.
He was unbalanced. He was a little jealous. He thought about it and thought he was ridiculous. He had no jealous stance.
Jealousy makes people ugly.
He now feels ugly.
The sound of "Dada Da" sounded," Hermione saw Harry distracted, tapping the blackboard with her wand a few times in a row to make Harry concentrate.
She frowned subconsciously, as if Professor McGonagall saw the distracted student in class.
Only then did Harry narrowly concentrate his attention and temporarily shed some dark thoughts in his heart.
"Hogwarts' walls and grounds are guarded by many ancient magic spells to ensure the physical and mental safety of the school personnel." Hermione slowly pointed to the blackboard and said, "This is a section of Hogwarts School History" It was revealed.
"Time and space have an effect on magic, Harry, but you may be the exception. That spell makes your connection with Voldemort very close, indivisible, or indivisible."
"You often connect with his thoughts in your dreams, which means that at that time your mental defense was weakest at that time, giving him an opportunity to take advantage."
"But there are exceptions, right? Sometimes you are awake, still in sync with Voldemort's perspective..."
Harry nodded, reluctantly concentrating on his spirit and listening to Hermione's lecture.
"That may be that his emotions are too strong, affecting you, even if your consciousness is sober."
"I tried to infer the practice method of Occlusion in this holiday-temporarily relax, and then gather some of your emotions to make effective resistance. This is another method I have summarized, but I don’t know. Whether it can take effect."
"Because we don't need to deceive him, we just want to drive away his invasion, in a sense, it's simpler."
"Professor Dumbledore also thinks this plan may work."
"Angry, it's too intense to be controlled by you, sadness, maybe a "good" emotion, with enough toughness and persistence, but we can't be sad, at least for now, most of us The time is still carefree and happy, right?"
Harry nodded defiantly, he now felt unhappy at all.
And Hermione may inadvertently puncture the root cause of Snape's brain closure.
The endless sorrow and pain that flowed in the heart and spread to all parts of the body were persistent and mellow.
"Fear, this kind of emotion is not very easy to use. After being strengthened by Voldemort, maybe your spirit will completely collapse."
"Maybe we have to find an emotion that can be used in order to resist Voldemort's invasion." Hermione carefully analyzed, and said with care, without realizing that not far away, Harry's eyes began to redden. The body shivered uncontrollably.
The pain like a needle struck madly. He stroked the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. A bloodthirsty desire rose, trying to bite something. He felt a terrible snake-like feeling again, eager to attack and destroy.
He is now a snake and instinctively tells it that he must first strangle the enemy with his sturdy body.
The source of all this came not long ago from an uninvited guest in front of the Department of Mystery.
This is the most mysterious department of the Ministry of Magic. It is located on the ninth floor and the bottom of the Ministry of Magic. Usually, except for the staff, almost no one will appear there.
Few people know what they are studying.
The wizards working here are collectively called silent people, and their working hours are also very unstable. The work place is a circular room with many doors arranged, and many rooms are divided.
"Sorry, even if it is the minister's order, this is the top secret of the Ministry of Magic and cannot be entered." The guard stopped a man who was trying to enter.
He wore a pure black cloak, and even could not see the figure is fat or thin, the whole person was hiding in the shadow of the black robe.
Even if he had given Umbridge's signature, it was elegant handwriting that didn't quite match the woman's ugly face.
To climb up, she will work hard in this area.
After hearing this answer, the man's pale face hidden under his cloak showed a very manic look, suddenly holding the wand in the black robe, but he tried his best to endure it.
"Then I'll come again next time." The man glanced at the guard deeply, as if to remember him.
Voldemort tricked Umbridge and got a lot of conveniences, and now he is also very interested in the secrets of the Ministry of Magic, and wants to get those information brightly and satisfy his own private desires.
But being stopped, he didn't expect that the minister's power might be invalidated.
He couldn't break in forcibly, or had concerns, and the benefits and risks he could not balance.
Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts now. In terms of organization, he is now counted in the Ministry of Magic.
That means that the old man may appear here at any time.
However, Voldemort did not mind giving them a small lesson when he was capable.
he left.
"Oh? Noel, who is that?" A middle-aged man then walked up to the guard and looked at the leaving Voldemort, asking strangely.
"Who knows? This place is so weird, no one wants to come, that is, the little people on the edge of us have to come to watch~EbookFREE.me~The man named Noel is a thin, bald, tall, boring person. Said.
"Arthur, behind you..." Noel's face suddenly showed a very frightened expression, a stone guardian statue seemed to dissolve, and then quickly turned into a cyan giant python.
"Behind, what's behind?" Arthur Weasley asked in surprise.
"Why is it a bit cold?" He touched his face as if something was licking him.
That is the believer of the snake.
"Arthur, don't move!" Noel screamed.
Noel vaguely remembered the saying that encountering pythons would only inspire their ferocity.
Whether it is correct or not is still two, but the most important thing is that this is a snake produced by Transfiguration. All actions are subject to the master's command. The bloodthirsty and cruel characteristics are in line with his master.
Expect it to be merciful, as if it were a joke.