Vol 2 Chapter 911: What's in the mystery department?

Compared with what Harry did, Fanlin needed to make a more detailed plan.
　　 In fact, up to now, Tefrey's clue has been completely disconnected, and the family crest given to Fanlin by Tefrey has completely dimmed.
　　 It seems that this old bat has some accidents, or the entire vampire family has been included by Voldemort?
　　 I have to admit that this is a very possible thing. So far, Voldemort has never missed this kind of thing. For example, the giant who returned to Voldemort's embrace, the werewolf and even the dementor...
　　 These are all easy things for Tom, Fanlin has never doubted Voldemort's ability to bewitch people.
　　 A good example is there. When Voldemort had not completely lost his humanity, he was good enough to be loved by all the professors.
This is different from Fanlin. Fanlin himself is what you think of me. I don’t care about my attitude. Voldemort’s performance is more perfect. Moreover, Voldemort pulled up the first Death Eaters under Dumbledore’s nose. .
　　 In terms of combat power, things like that can make up for it, or, at present, there is no comparison with Death Eaters. Although there is no guarantee in the future, the flowers in the greenhouse...
　　 Now Fanlin cares more, which is the of death.
　　Tefrey has expressed the relationship between his family and the of death more than once. It can be said that Voldemort must have gained something.
　　 It was like a balance, and the fragile balance between Dumbledore and Voldemort could no longer be maintained.
　　 Disrupting the plan, Harry and several people have grown beyond imagination, bffl admitted that most people can't do it, and they can subdue Harry in a short time.
　　There are Horcruxes...
　　 Then, Voldemort will definitely find something, perhaps a weapon, or a new boost...
　　 Vampire?
　　 Seeing Tefrey's posture, there is not only a cool sense of sight. But Tefrey said more than once that there was a message about death.
　　 What’s worse is that in Fanlin's hands, except for a chain that can be used as a limit, there is no clue about what is used to make a fatal blow...
　　 Compared with Fanlin's troubles, Harry had a very difficult time at this time. After all, being forced to search the brain while conscious is not a pleasant thing.
　　……
　　 "No," Harry had a voice in his head. When he remembered that Qiu approached him, "You can't look at that, you can't look at that, that's my personal business—"
　　 Harry felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office returned to his field of vision, and he realized that he had fallen to the ground; his knees had an intimate contact with the hard slate.
　　 He looked at Snape, and Snape put down his wand and rubbed his wrist. There was a terrible scar there, like a burnt mark.
　　 "Are you saying you were subjected to a fierce magic?" Snape asked coldly.
　　 "No," Harry complained, getting up from the floor.
　　 "I don't think so," Snape said, walking in and looking at him. "You let me intrude too deep. You lost control of yourself."
　　 "Do you know everything I saw?" Harry asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer to this question.
　　 "It flashed in front of me," Snape said, his lips curled. "Who belongs to that dog?"
　　 "My aunt Maggie," Harry murmured, somewhat unresponsive.
　　 Snape put on his hat. "Okay, your first effort was terrible," Snape said, raising his wand again. "You finally stopped me. It seems that what he taught you is still useful, but you waste a lot of time and energy. You must concentrate and use your thoughts to repel me without using your wand. "
　　 "I'm trying," Harry said angrily, "but you don't tell me what to do!"
　　 "Be polite, Potter," Snape said sinisterly. "Now, I hope you close your eyes."
　　 Harry gave him a very disgusting look, then did what he said. He didn't like standing there with his eyes closed and holding a magic wand when Snape looked at him.
　　 "Clear your mind, Potter," Snape said coldly, "let all emotions disappear."
　　 But Harry was very angry, and Snape attacked his heart like poison. Let the distress leave? It is not as easy as separating his feet.
　　 "You are not doing it, Potter. You need more training than you do now. Now, pay attention."
　　 Harry tried to empty his mind, trying not to think, or remember, or feel. "Let's do it again. Count three times, one-two-three-seductive mind!"
　　 A huge black dragon appeared in front of him. His parents waved at him in a magic mirror. Ginny lay on the ground, watching him with dark eyes.
　　 "No!" Harry knelt on the ground again. He covered his face with his hands, and his brain was in pain, as if someone tried to take it out of the cranial cavity.
　　 "Get up!" Snape said sharply, "Get up, you are not trying, you are not working hard, you are allowing me to read your fears and learn to fight me!"
　　 Harry stood up again, his heart was extremely frightened, like seeing Voldemort resurrected in the cemetery.
　　 Snape's face looked paler and more angry than usual, although not as angry as Harry was originally.
　　 "I--I--trying--strength," he gritted his teeth.
　　 "I told you to clear your emotions! It's a pig's brain that stumps you, I thought you would remember something!"
　　 "Yes? Well, I find it difficult to do this at the moment," Harry yelled.
　　 "Then you will find yourself easily prey to the Dark Duke!" Snape said savagely. "Those who cling to their emotions tightly, those who cannot control their emotions, those who are trapped in sad memories and are instigated by others are fools, weak people! In other words-they have no power against others! He can invade your heart effortlessly, Potter!"
　　 "I'm not weak," Harry said lowly, his uncontrollable anger made him want to attack Snape now.
　　 "Prove it! Conquer yourself!" Snape called ~EbookFREE.me~ to control your anger and train your mind! Let's try again! get ready! Capture the mind! "
　　 He saw Uncle Vernon seal up the mailbox. A hundred dementors floated across the lake and surrounded it. He walked a windowless path with Mr. Weasley. Harry tried to walk through it, but Mr. Weasley pulled him to the left and down a stone step.
"I know! I know!" He fell on the floor of Snape's office for the fourth time. His scar was unpleasantly painful, but the sound from his mouth barely pretended to be happy, and he stood up again Snape was watching him, and his wand had been raised. At this moment, it seemed as if Snape had successfully cast the spell before Harry tried to fight.
　　 "What happened then, Potter?" he asked, staring at Harry closely.
　　 "I saw—I remember," Harry gasped. "I just understood."
　　 "Understand what?" Snape said sharply. Harry didn't return right away, he wiped his forehead, thinking carefully about the moment he was blind. He dreamed that a windowless corridor disappeared in front of a door that had been locked for several months, and he did not leave to find that it was a real place. Now, he thinks back again, he knows that the corridor he dreamed of was the corridor he and Mr. Weasley ran to the courtroom of the Ministry of Magic on August 12. It was this corridor that led him to the Secret Ministry, and He dreamed that Voldemort caused people to attack Mr. Weasley at night and it was here.
　　 He looked up at Snape. "What happened in the mystery department?"
　　 "What did you say?" Snape said in a voice with no mood swings.