"Uh, um." Harry replied somewhat absent-mindedly, his eyes under the frame were staring at the blackboard, but the eyes were a little blank, almost staring through the blackboard, as if there was something behind the blackboard.
The scene he saw just now is still floating in his mind. Cedric and Qiu Zhang are walking side by side in the corridor, showing a look of affection. Why doesn't that girl feel special to him at all? Obviously Cedric didn't even qualify for the Goblet of Fire last year, yet he won the championship himself.
Deserves the admiration of others.
He became unbalanced, a little bit jealous, and after thinking about it, he felt that he was ridiculous, and he had no stance of jealousy at all.
Jealousy makes people ugly.
He feels ugly right now.
The sound of "da da da" sounded," Hermione saw that Harry was a little distracted, and tapped the blackboard several times with her wand to make Harry concentrate.
She frowned subconsciously, just like Professor McGonagall saw a distracted student in class.
It was only then that Harry managed to concentrate, temporarily letting go of some dark thoughts in his heart.
"The walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells, ensuring the physical and mental safety of the people in the school." Hermione pointed to the blackboard and said slowly, this is "Hogwarts: A Piece of School History" It was revealed indistinctly.
"Time and space have an effect on magic, Harry, except you may be an exception. That spell makes your connection with Voldemort very close, inseparable, or inseparable."
"You often communicate with his thoughts in dreams, which means that your mental defenses are the weakest at that time, allowing him to take advantage of it."
"But there are exceptions, right? Sometimes you're awake and still in sync with Voldemort's perspective..."
Harry nodded, barely concentrating on listening to Hermione's lecture.
"That may be that his emotions are too strong and affect you, even if your consciousness is clear."
"I tried to infer the practice method of Occlumency during this vacation—temporary relaxation, and then gather some of your emotions to make effective resistance. This is another method I have come up with, but I don't know if it is able to take effect."
"Because we don't need to deceive him, we just want to get rid of his invasion. In a sense, it's easier."
"Professor Dumbledore also thinks that this plan may be feasible."
"Angry, that's too intense and out of your control. Sadness, maybe a "good" emotion, has enough resilience and persistence, but we can't be sad, at least for now, most of us Time is still carefree and happy, right?"
Harry nodded numbly, he didn't feel happy at all right now.
And Hermione may have inadvertently exposed the root cause of Snape's Occlumency prowess.
The endless sadness and pain that surged in the heart and spread to every part of the body was long-lasting and mellow.
"Fear, this emotion is not easy to use. After being strengthened by Voldemort, maybe your spirit will completely collapse instead."
"Perhaps we must first find an emotion that can be used to resist Voldemort's invasion." Hermione analyzed carefully, and said to herself, not realizing that not far away, Harry's eyes began to turn red. The body trembled uncontrollably.
Needle-like pain hit crazily, he stroked the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and a bloodthirsty desire rose up, wanting to bite something. He felt again the terrible snake-like sensation, the desire to attack, to destroy.
He is now a snake, instinctively telling him that he must use his thick body to strangle the enemy first.
The source of all this came from an uninvited guest at the door of the Department of Mysteries not long ago.
This is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic. It is located on the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, which is also the bottom. Usually, except for the staff, almost no one will appear there.
And few know what they're working on.
The wizards working here are collectively called the Reticents, and their working hours are also very unstable. The working place is a circular room lined with many doors, and there are many rooms divided into it.
"Sorry sir, even if it's the Minister's order, this place is the top secret of the Ministry of Magic and cannot be entered." The guards stopped a man who tried to enter it.
He was wearing a pure black cloak, and he couldn't even tell whether his figure was fat or thin, hiding in the shadow of the black robe.
Even though he had given Umbridge's signature, it was an elegant handwriting that didn't quite match the woman's ugly face.
To climb up, she will work hard in this direction.
After the man heard this answer, an extremely manic expression appeared on the pale face hidden under the cloak, and he suddenly grabbed the magic wand in the black robe, but he still tried his best to endure it.
"Then I'll come back next time." The man took a deep look at the guard, as if he wanted to remember him.
Voldemort coaxed Umbridge and gained a lot of convenience, and now he is also very interested in the secrets of the Ministry of Magic, and wants to obtain those information in an open and honest manner to satisfy his own desire for voyeurism.
But when he was stopped, he didn't expect that the minister's power would sometimes fail.
He couldn't break in by force, or he had concerns, and the benefits and risks he got couldn't be balanced.
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.
It's just that Voldemort didn't mind teaching them a little lesson when he could.
he left.
"Oh? Noel, who is that?" A middle-aged man then walked up to the guard, looked at the departing Voldemort, and asked a little strangely.
"Who knows? This place is so weird, no one wants to come, that is, we little people on the fringes are still on duty." The man named Noel was a tall, bald, thin man, and said boredly.
"Arthur, behind you..." Noel suddenly showed a terrified expression on his face. A stone guard statue seemed to dissolve, and then quickly turned into a giant cyan statue. 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 letter of the snake.
"Arthur, hold on!" Noel screamed.
Noel vaguely remembered the saying that encountering pythons would only arouse their ferocity.
Whether it is correct or not is another matter, but the most important thing is that this is a snake produced by the transformation technique. All actions follow the command of its master, and its bloodthirsty and cruel characteristics are in the same line as its master.
It seemed like a joke to expect it to show mercy.