Chapter 319: Start teaching

"You come with me, I need to ask you something." Hermione said solemnly.
Then Harry followed Hermione to a wooden table covered with gold-red blankets in the corner, and sat down in a somewhat tattered, yet soft and comfortable armchair.
Hermione also sat down, took a deep breath, and looked around carefully, making sure no one was around before asking.
"Harry, you tell me, are you often able to connect Voldemort's thoughts?" Hermione lowered her voice and asked seriously, a question that already had answers in Dumbledore.
Harry was taken aback, silent for a while, maybe hesitating, but finally nodded heavily.
"It lasted a long time, right?" Hermione then asked.
Harry buried his head and recalled that shortly after he participated in the Goblet of Fire, the frequency of scar pain became more frequent and the pain became stronger.
"He can observe others through your perspective, and maybe you can also share his perspective. This obviously does more harm than good. Voldemort has no scruples, but you have." Hermione began to analyze.
"The most ideal state is that you can make a decent resistance when he tries to invade your brain, and don't let him do whatever he wants." The girl continued.
"The principal gave me this task." Hermione said quickly.
"Why are you here to teach me?" Harry looked at Hermione somewhat suspiciously. This was really abnormal. She, who was also a student, always felt a little wrong to teach herself.
"Professor Dumbledore originally chose Professor Snape. If he came to teach you, guess what you would learn?" Hermione said lightly.
There was a heartfelt disgust on Harry's face, and God knew how the man would teach him to learn.
He would poke his head with his wand, verbally insult, and vent his anger towards his parents.
"Are Gryffindor people like you idiots? You should open your brain and stir it with a wand, poke it, maybe the rigid brain will be better. "
Snape's brutal and vicious words Harry fully imagined, even more hurtful.
"According to Professor Dumbledore, Snape's telepathic technique is so advanced that he can even hide Voldemort's telepathy." Hermione hesitated for a while and told Harry the fact.
"No matter how powerful he is, it has nothing to do with me!" Harry said gruffly, his emotions gradually getting excited.
"He guessed this, so he can only let me help you, even if the teacher is good and the students resist, it will have no effect. Just look at your potion class score." Hermione sighed.
"In fact, that subject is not difficult." Hermione shrugged. Obviously the potion class was not under her words. Even Snape hated all Gryffindors and was so critical that she couldn't stop her. Get excellent.
Harry nodded thoughtfully.
"We have to go to another place to practice." Hermione looked around and heard that the door to the Gryffindor Lounge rang, someone was probably coming in.
Obviously, this is not a good place to practice.
Until now, the time for the lunch break can only be sacrificed.
"I know a place." Harry said, "George and Fred are often there to practice their prank experiments, which they discovered last year."
"That's right." Hermione nodded.
The two left the lounge and flew through the floor quickly.
Harry walked ahead, Hermione followed.
Hermione saw Harry walking ahead, his body suddenly stagnation.
"Hello, Potter?" Cedric beckoned to Harry, and on the third floor of the castle, in the aisle in front of the commemorative cup showroom, they met.
Behind Cedric is his girlfriend, Ravenclaw's autumn sheet, she has beautiful and smooth black hair, and the elegant and mysterious temperament of the East, and the little bird is snuggling beside him and sees him. Harry, who had come by, immediately sorted out his robe. Released Cedric's hand and greeted them.
She is still not used to showing such intimacy with her boyfriend in front of others.
"Harry? Who is it?" Hermione shouted behind him.
"Harry?" Hermione put a heavy tone behind her. Only then did Harry recover, and he helped his frame, waking up like a dream.
"Sorry, some are distracted." He apologized.
"Oh? And Granger? Where are you two..." Cedric saw the girl behind Harry and wanted to continue to ask questions, and was pulled by the girl behind him again.
"We still have something to do. Let's go first." Qiu Zhang said with a smile to them, and then left with Cedric, biting his ear while walking.
Harry left in stunned place.
He wanted to say a few more words to that girl, but she was so intimate with her boyfriend.
Maybe something was misunderstood?
"Let's go." Hermione thought it was a very simple encounter and had not noticed the unusually stiff pace of Harry's feet.
Then the two quickly walked to the eighth floor of the castle.
There was a tapestry hanging on the wall, and the monster was thumping the silly Barnabas fiercely with an iron rod. When they came, the moth-eaten monster stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned his head to watch them. Harry was there. There were three circles hovering in front of the wall, silent in my heart, and a very smooth door gradually appeared and opened.
The two went in one after the other.
Entering the two people's sight is a huge room
Next to the wall is a wooden shelf with no chairs on the floor, but a large satin cushion. On the shelf at the other end of the room are various instruments such as speculums and probes.
But it looks like some waste~EbookFREE.me~ Harry even recognized that those things were used by fake Moody.
If it were to change to usual, Hermione would definitely take a look at it here, go to the materials and read the school history, and find some explanations, but there is no time today.
"Okay, Harry, let me make a long story, our time is precious." Hermione started decisively.
She moved a few books from a row of old bookshelves and used them as chairs.
There was nowhere else to get a blackboard, floating steadily in front of Harry.
And using the magic wand as a teaching point, knocked on it, making a dull sound.
She looked so serious that she had the temperament of a teacher.
"Professor Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort."
"Voldemort is very good at capturing thoughts. As the name suggests, he will extract feelings and memories from your brain, in other words, mind reading."