"Come with me, I need to ask you something." Hermione said seriously.
Then Harry followed Hermione to a wooden table covered with a golden-red blanket in the corner, and sat down on a somewhat tattered, but soft and comfortable armchair.
Hermione also sat down, took a deep breath, looked around carefully, and asked after making sure that there was no one around.
"Harry, tell me, are you often able to communicate with Voldemort's mind?" Hermione lowered her voice and asked seriously, a question that Dumbledore had already answered.
Startled, Harry was silent for a moment, perhaps hesitating, but finally nodded heavily.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Hermione continued.
Harry immersed himself in recalling that shortly after he participated in the Goblet of Fire, the frequency of scar pain became more frequent and the pain became more intense.
"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 do." Hermione began to analyze.
"The most ideal state is that you can make a decent resistance when he tries to invade your brain, and prevent him from doing whatever he wants." The girl continued.
"The headmaster gave me this task." Hermione said quickly.
"Why did you come to teach me?" Harry looked at Hermione somewhat suspiciously. This was really abnormal. It always felt a little strange that she, who was also a student, came to teach him.
"Professor Dumbledore originally chose Professor Snape. If he came to teach you, guess how you would learn?" Hermione said lightly.
A look of genuine disgust suddenly appeared on Harry's face, and God knows what that man would teach him.
He would poke his forehead with his wand, insult and vent his anger at his parents.
"Are all the people in Gryffindor stupid like you? You should cut your brain open, then use a wand to stir and poke it well, maybe the rigid brain will be more useful. "
Snape's harsh and vicious words were all Harry could imagine, and even more hurtful.
"According to Professor Dumbledore, Snape's Legilimency is so advanced that it can even hide Voldemort's Legilimency." Hermione hesitated for a while, but still told Harry the fact.
"No matter how powerful he is, it doesn't matter to me!" Harry said viciously, his emotions gradually agitated.
"He guessed this situation, so he can only let me help you. Even if the teacher is great and the students resist, it will have no effect. Just look at your Potions class results." Hermione sighed.
"Actually, that subject isn't difficult." Hermione shrugged. Obviously, Potions class was not in her favor. Even if Snape hated all Gryffindors and was extremely picky, he still couldn't stop her. get excellent.
Harry nodded approvingly.
"We have to change to another place to practice." Hermione looked around, and heard the door to the Gryffindor lounge rang, probably someone had come in.
This is obviously not a good place to practice, there are too many people.
So far, I can only sacrifice my lunch break.
"I know of a place," said Harry, "where George and Fred used to do their mischievous experiments, and they discovered it last year."
"That's fine." Hermione nodded.
The two left the lounge and quickly shuttled through the floors.
Harry went first, Hermione followed.
Hermione froze when she saw Harry walking ahead.
"Hello, Potter?" Cedric waved to Harry, and they met on the third floor of the castle, in the aisle in front of the souvenir cup showroom.
Behind Cedric is his girlfriend, Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw. She has beautiful and smooth black hair, and a mysterious oriental elegance. Harry, who came forward, straightened his robe immediately. He let go of 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 called after him.
"Harry?" Hermione behind her raised her tone, and it was only at this moment that Harry came back to his senses and helped his mirror frame, as if waking up from a dream.
"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." He apologized.
"Oh? And Granger? Where are you two going..." Cedric finally saw the girl behind Harry, and wanted to continue asking, but was pulled by the girl behind him again.
"We still have something to do, so let's go first." Qiu Zhang smiled at the two of them, and then left with Cedric, biting ears with him as they walked.
Leaving Harry standing there feeling lost.
How much he wanted to talk to that girl again, but she was so close to her boyfriend.
Maybe I misunderstood something
"Let's go." Hermione felt that this was just a very simple encounter, and hadn't noticed the abnormally stiff steps under Harry's feet.
Then the two walked quickly to the eighth floor of the castle.
There was a tapestry hanging on the wall, and the troll beat the silly Barnabas with an iron rod. After they came, the moth-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to look at them. Harry was there After wandering three times in front of the wall, thinking silently, a very smooth door gradually appeared and opened.
The two walked in one after the other.
What came into the eyes of the two was a huge room
There is a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall, and there are no chairs on the floor, but there are large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room are various instruments such as sight glasses and secret detectors.
They looked like junk, though, and Harry even recognized that they had been used by the fake Moody.
If it had been the usual way, Hermione would definitely have taken a good look at this place, looked up the information and looked up the school history, and found some corresponding explanations, but there is no time today.
"Okay Harry, let me make a long story short, our time is precious." Hermione began decisively.
She took a few books from an old row of bookshelves and stacked them for a chair.
From nowhere, a blackboard conjured up, floating steadily in front of Harry.
And using the wand as a pointer, he tapped on it, making a dull sound.
She looked serious, and she had the temperament of a teacher.
"Professor Dumbledore wants you to stop having those dreams about Voldemort."
"Voldemort is very good at Legilimency. As the name suggests, he will extract feelings and memories from your brain. In other words, it is mind reading."