Vol 2 Chapter 910: Harry's Extra Course

In fact, teaching Harry Occlumency is like an extra distaste for Professor Snape...well, fun.
　　 Anyway, based on what Fanlin knew about Professor Snape, it was inevitable that Harry's experience was more from Harry's father.
　　 This becomes quite contradictory.
　　 On the one hand is Harry himself, representing a part of Lily, and on the other hand...
　　Well, maybe Professor Snape was reluctant, and Fanlin didn't think anyone could teach Harry Occlumency.
　　Maybe it won’t be until Harry’s truly powerful day, anyway, Voldemort’s Horcrux resists Voldemort’s own will, which is simply a joke.
　　 Dumbledore couldn't guarantee it, and it was nothing more than temporary blocking.
　　 But whether it is really effective or not, no one can guarantee this.
　　 Anyway, this is definitely a nightmare for Harry.
　　 This evening, Harry had been worried about the next day. However, the two pharmacy classes the next morning did not alleviate his fear, because Snape was still as unpleasant as it used to be.
　　The members of the Defense Association approached him in the corridor during the break, which made him feel even worse, and asked hopefully if there was a rally that night.
　　 "When I come next time, I want you to know to be like normal," Harry said over and over again, "but I can't do that tonight, I have to go to-um-supplement medicine."
　　 "You go to cram medicine!" Justin asked arrogantly, driving Harry to death by the porch after dinner. "Oh my god, you must be crazy, Snape rarely tutors people, doesn't he?"
　　 When Sarri strode away annoyingly, Ron glared behind him. "Shall I make him unlucky? I can still attack him from here," he said, drew his wand and aimed it at Sarri's shoulder.
　　 "Oh, forget him..." Harry said gloomily, "That's a question everyone has to think about, isn't it? That's really stupid for me—"
　　 "Hi, Harry," said a voice behind him. He turned around and found Qiu standing there.
　　 "Oh," Harry said, inexplicably, Harry felt that his heart was beating. "Hi."
　　 "We will be in the library, Harry," Hermione and Fanlin said firmly as they grabbed Logan and pulled them out of the marble corridor.
　　 "Have a nice Christmas?" Qiu said.
　　 "Well, it's not bad," Harry said.
　　 "I am very happy." Qiu said, this kind of unreasonable conversation made her look very embarrassed. "Well, next month, I'm going to Hogsmeade again. Did you see the notice?"
　　 "What? Oh, no, after I came back, I didn't look at the notice board."
　　 "Yes, it was Valentine's Day."
　　 "Okay," Harry said, wondering why Cho told him these things.
　　 "Okay, I think you want...?"
　　 "I mean, you have time," Qiu said eagerly.
　　 Harry looked at her blankly. He said, "I think you want to know the time of the next meeting of the Defense Association?"
　　 But Qiu did not answer.
　　 "I—um—" he said.
　　 "Oh, it doesn't matter if it doesn't," she said, looking very upset.
　　 "Don't worry. I—I will look at you often." She walked away. Harry stood behind her, watching her, his brain thinking wildly. Then something made a dull sound here.
　　 "Autumn! Hey--Autumn!" He chased her and caught up with her in the marble corridor halfway.
　　 "Well, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's Day?"
　　 "Oh, yes!" she said, blushing, looking at Harry very happy.
　　 "Okay, um, then it's settled." Harry swallowed his own saliva, which made him feel a little gaffe, but nothing could express Harry's a little nervousness at the moment like this action.
　　 In fact, after this incident, no matter who it was, Harry felt that this day was not wasted in vain. For Harry, this should be considered a great event.
　　 Harry found Van Lin and Hermione in the library before class in the afternoon. However, before six o'clock that evening, the successful invitation to Qiu Zhang still could not alleviate his terrible feeling, and he walked towards Snape's office step by step.
　　 When he got there, he stopped at the door, hoping he was somewhere else, and then, after taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and walked in.
　　 There are more than a hundred glass bottles in the shaded room, which contain the juice of various colors of animals and plants. In a corner was a cupboard full of things that Snape had warned Harry-not without reason-to snatch. However, Harry turned his attention to the table, where there was a shallow, stone-filled pool with various words and symbols appearing in candlelight.
　　 Harry had seen it before-it was in Dumbledore's Pensieve. When wondering what that thing was doing, Snape's cold voice came out.
　　 "Close the door behind you, Potter." Harry did what he said, and he felt like he was imprisoning himself.
　　 But when he turned back to the room, Snape walked into the bright spot and quietly pointed to the chair on the other side of his table. Harry sat down, and so did Snape, staring at Harry with cold black eyes and a dissatisfaction on his face.
　　 "Okay, Potter, you know why you are here," he said. "The principal has asked me to teach you Occlumency. I just hope you can be more familiar with it than pharmacy, and forget what the fellow Fanlin taught you. Although his Occlumency is pretty good, he is not a qualified one. Teacher."
　　 Harry curled his lips secretly, and seemed a bit disdainful of Snape's statement, but refuted it when he was alone, which was obviously not a wise decision.
　　 In fact, Fanlin taught him a lot of spells, blasting spells, eye spells, and so on. Many spells were directed by Fanlin, except for Occlumency.
　　 "Okay," Harry said simply.
"This is not a normal course, Potter," Snape said, his eyes blinking sinisterly, "but I'm still your teacher, so you should call me'sir' or'sir all the time. professor'."
　　 "Yes. Sir," Harry said.
Snape looked at him with small eyes, and then said, "Now Occlumency. When I told you in your dear godfather's kitchen, magic blocked the branches of the mind to deal with magical invasion and magical influence. "
　　 "But why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?" Harry said, looking at Snape's glasses strangely, waiting for his answer. Snape looked at him contemptuously for a while, "Obviously you can get the answer, Potter? The Duke of Darkness is very skilled at invading people's hearts—"
　　 "What's that? Sir?"
　　 "It can read his thoughts and emotions from another person's heart"
　　 "Can he read other people's minds?" Harry said quickly, confirming his worst fears.
　　 "You are not shrewd, Potter," Snape said, his dark eyes gleaming.
"You don't understand this. That's a big disadvantage that prevents you from being a good potion maker." Snape paused for a while, obviously happy to embarrass Harry, but soon Snape It loses this nature.
　　 This expression is quite a number in Fanlin's eyes. It probably means, you scum...
"Only Muggles say'read the mind.' The mind is not a book, which can be opened in free time. The mind is not solidified in the mind and can be known by everyone. The mind is a complex thing with many levels. , Potter-or at least, most people's hearts are like this." He gave a fake smile. "But it is true. The Imperius Curse can control a person’s mind and enter a victim’s mind to order him correctly. For example, the Duke of Darkness always knows whether others lie. Of course, it’s not all Imperius. Mantras are more commonly used and useful. They are the same as the Imperius Curse. Only Occlumency can shut down your thoughts and memories and return unreal information without being noticed."
　　 Regardless of what Snape said, the four words chanting sounded like reading the mind to Harry, and he didn't like it at all.
　　 "So he can know what we are thinking? Sir?"
　　 "The Duke of Darkness is far away, and the walls and floors of Hogwarts are protected by ancient spells and magic. The people living in it are safe," Snape said. "In magic, there are concepts of time and space, Potter. Contemplation requires eye contact."
　　 "Okay, then, why do I have to learn Occlumency?"
　　 Snape looked at Harry as if looking at a mountain monster. He pointed at Harry with a long thin finger.
"Common sense does not seem to apply to you, Potter. The curse that can kill you to declare failure seems to indicate that you have some relatives with the Duke of Darkness. Sometimes, the evidence shows that when your mind is very relaxed-- For example, when sleeping-you will share the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Duke. The principal feels that this is very misguided. He wants me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Duke."
　　 Harry's heart twitched quickly again, he didn't know this.
　　 "But why does Professor Dumbledore want to stop him?" he asked suddenly. "I don't like this, but it's very useful, isn't it? I mean, I can see someone attacking Mr. Weasley. If I can't, Professor Dumbledore can't save him, can I? Sir?"
　　 Snape stared at Harry for a moment, still covering his mouth with his hand. When he said it again, his voice slowed down, as if every word was heavy.
"It seems that before this, the Duke of Darkness had not noticed the relationship between you and him. By now, you seem to have experience to appreciate his emotions and share his thoughts. No special effort is required. However, Before Christmas, your short dreams—"
　　 "Is it about the attack, or is it about Mr. Weasley?"
　　 "Don't interrupt me, Potter," Snape said in a terrifying tone. "As I said just now, the dream you had before Christmas was a powerful thought shock for the Dark Duke—"
　　 "I observed from the angle of the third person's head, not his!"
　　 "I think I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter?" But Harry didn't mind if Snape was angry, and eventually he seemed to be at the end of the matter; so he walked over to the chair and didn't understand it. He sat on the edge of the chair, nervous, but pretended to be calm.
　　 "If I'm sharing Voldemort's thoughts, why have I been watching from a third-person perspective before this?"
　　 "Don't say the name of the Dark Duke!" Snape patted the table. There was a terrible silence.
　　 They looked at each other through the obscure darkness.
　　 "Dumbledore said his name," Harry said quietly.
　　 "Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard," Snape murmured. "He feels safe enough to say his name. But we are not."
　　 He was obviously unhappy, and wiped the place where the Dark Lord burned his left arm.
　　 "I just want to know," Harry said again, politely pushing his voice back, "Why—"
　　 "It is because the Duke of Darkness was in a special period at that time that you were observing as a third party," Snape roared. "But, this time, you are in his mind. He noticed you, otherwise, who is the third party?"
　　 "Well, he—knows I am there?"
　　 "I think so," Snape said coldly.
　　 "How do you know?" Harry said eagerly. "That's just Professor Dumbledore's guess, or--?"
　　 "I told you," Snape said, sitting hard in his chair, his eyes narrowed. "Call me ‘Mr.’."
　　 "Yes, sir," Harry said impatiently, "but how do you know—"
　　 "We can know very clearly," Snape whispered. "The point is that the Duke of Darkness is now until you can understand his thoughts and feelings. He is also ready to change this fact. This means that he can also understand your thoughts and ideas—"
　　 "So he can also try to drive me to do something?" Harry asked, "Sir?" He hurriedly added the sentence.
　　 "Maybe," Snape said, coldly and ignorantly. "Let's go back to the Occlumency class." Snape drew his wand from his pocket and sat on the chair nervously, but Snape just raised the wand and pointed it at the roots of his hair. . When he put it away, some silver-like substance ran away, widening like a string beside the temple, and when he moved the wand to the basin, it shattered again. It rotates silvery white ~EbookFREE.me~ neither looks like gas nor liquid.
Two times later, Snape put his wand at his temple again, and then put the silver thing into the stone pool. Then, without explaining his behavior, he carefully picked up the basin and removed him from He took it out of the bookshelf, grabbed his wand, and turned to face Harry.
　　 "Stand up, take out your wand, Potter." Harry stood up, feeling very disturbed. They stood on each side of the table, looking at each other.
　　 "You can use your wand to try to disarm my weapon, or use any method you want to protect yourself," Snape said.
　　 "What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking nervously at Snape's wand.
　　 "I will try to break into your heart," Snape said softly. "I want to see how well you resist. I have told you to be ready to resist the spells of panic. You will find you need a power similar to this. Protect yourself, now, panic! Before Harry was ready, Snape attacked, even before he began to summon some resistance.
　　 The office suddenly disappeared before his eyes; one after another, like a gleaming movie, passed through his as if blind mind. When he was five years old, watching Dudley riding a new red bicycle, he was very jealous. When he was nine years old, he and Rita, a bulldog, went up a tree, and the Dudley family laughed on the lawn below. He sat under the sorting hat, and it told him that he could do well in Slytherin. Hermione was lying in the hospital, her face hidden under her thin black hair. A hundred dementors surrounded him by the black lake. Qiu leaned against him under the mistletoe.