Harry could only follow his steps closely.
This is a short cut that leads to two floors below.
A closed wooden door blocked their way, Snape pushed it open, and a strong herbal smell came over his face.
The dim light shines through the glass bottles filled with all kinds of potion materials, casting strange shadows on the wall, which is creepy.
Harry felt that the bottle of African beetle on the table was staring directly at him, and the rustling sound that came from nowhere made goose bumps all over his body.
"In fact, I don't like making up lessons for people. A mediocre person is a mediocre person. No matter how you study, the level you can reach is just like that."
Snape sat in a chair, looking back and forth at Harry with his slightly mocking eyes.
"If you just want to tell me the truth, I think I'll have to leave now, I'm busy," Harry said displeased.
"Potter, you are as impatient as your arrogant father." Snape's tone became more and more contemptuous.
"You are not allowed to insult my father." Harry clenched his fists.
"I'm just stating a fact, Mr. Potter." There was a mocking arc on the corner of Snape's mouth.
"Okay, my time is also very precious, but Dumbledore asked me before he left, otherwise I have no interest in a troublemaker."
"I just want to see the results of that Miss Granger's teaching." Snape stood up from the withered rattan chair, stomped back and forth in front of the decayed long table, raised a glass and shook the contents of it. Dark blue breasts, which turned pink again.
At this moment, he turned around and looked at the somewhat resentful Harry.
Then Harry's expression changed to stunned for a split second.
Occlumency, the word popped into his mind.
"Originally, this mission was given to me by Dumbledore. You know, I hate you. I don't shy away from mentioning this. This is not a good countermeasure for either of us." Snape said maliciously. explain.
"I don't need you to teach me either." Harry retorted.
"It's just that Dumbledore asked me to check on your study progress regularly before he left. If that Miss Granger's performance is not good, maybe I have to do it for you."
Harry's expression suddenly became tense, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
what would happen if snape taught him
"You'd better pray that you practice well, otherwise, I'll let me see some secrets that I shouldn't see, and you probably don't want to." Snape looked at him with gloomy eyes, which made Harry's heart skip a beat. .
"Occlumency, a spell that prevents the mind from being invaded by outsiders. It's a remote branch of witchcraft, but it's very useful." Snape started talking to himself first. "I don't know the quality of Miss Granger's teaching, and I don't have time to supervise you."
"So, now we can only draw conclusions based on practice."
"Now, raise your wand, Potter."
"Fight against me."
Harry gripped his wand tightly, tensed his legs tensely, and the two faced each other across the table.
"You'd better pray that you practice well, otherwise, I'll let me see some secrets that I shouldn't see, and you probably don't want to." Snape looked at him with gloomy eyes, which made Harry's heart skip a beat. .
"You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of," said Snape.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking nervously at Snape's wand.
"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly, "we're going to see your resistance, which is similar to resisting the Imperius Curse, Legilimency!"
Snape shot suddenly, caught off guard, and Harry hadn't had time to prepare to resist. The office flickered and disappeared in front of his eyes, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see the things around him.
At five, seeing Dudley riding his new red bicycle filled him with envy, at nine he was driven up a tree by the watchdog Lippy, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn.
He arrives at Hogwarts, wearing the Sorting Hat, and hears it say he can go to Slytherin.
He is terrified.
No, a voice in Harry's head cried, you can't look at this, you can't look at it, it's private - he struggled, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, and when Snape's office came back, he found himself lying down. On the ground, one knee smacked hard on the table leg.
He looked up at Snape, who was rubbing his wrist, where there was a red, swollen welt like a brand.
"Do you want to use the Stinging Curse?" Snape asked coldly.
"No." Harry said resentfully,
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Edge got up from the ground.
"I suppose so," said Snape contemptuously. "You're letting me in too deep, you're out of control."
"Did you see it all?" Harry wondered if he wanted to hear an answer.
"Some fragments," Snape said, curling his lips. "Whose dog is that?"
"Aunt Marge's," whispered Harry, hating Snape to the core.
"I'll try," said Harry angrily, "but you didn't tell me how!"
"Polites, Potter, the same, you are as defiant as your proud father," said Snape fiercely.
"As for doing that, that's Miss Granger's responsibility. I'm just checking now. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Harry gave him a hard look before he complied.
He didn't like standing there with eyes closed and Snape standing in front of him with his wand.
"Leave your mind alone, Potter," said Snape's cold voice, "put away all emotion." But the anger at Snape was still rushing through his veins like venom. Wouldn't it be easier to lose one's leg than to lose one's anger
"You didn't make it, Potter, you need to discipline yourself, focus your thoughts, start." Harry tried to clear his head, not to think, not to remember, not to feel.
"Come on, I'll count to three one-two-three- Legilimency!"
Harry felt as if his soul was being torn apart, to be seen through, with nothing to hide.
"Harry, emptying your emotions is not the only way. You can gather your emotions, but they can't be complex emotions, they can only be single. That can also play a defensive role." Not long ago, Hermione's words in He thought about it. .
"The emotions used to defend can't be too intense, because you can't control it, and anger will make everything worse."
"But strong enough."
anger? Harry felt that he was outraged, but it wasn't enough, it couldn't resist Snape's invasion at all.
As Hermione said, those emotions were like a group of stragglers, unable to organize effective resistance at all.
When the depths of his memory were revealed, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown in front of the auditorium to be watched by the crowd.
He was terrified that Snape would wipe his memory clean, have no privacy at all, and then laugh at him wantonly in class.
The figure of a pretty black-haired girl suddenly came into his mind, but not only her, but also a boy, she was closing her eyes, kissing Cedric while standing under the tall mistletoe.
During Christmas, a woman standing on the place where the mistletoe hangs can be kissed by the man next to her.
Women can't refuse.
Legend has it that a woman who stands under the mistletoe on Christmas Day will be blessed.
Legend has it that couples who kiss under the mistletoe will stay together forever.
Harry couldn't imagine what Snape would do to his imagination when he found out.
It's not Christmas yet, and his imagination has drifted so far.
"Oh, the so-called savior Potter actually likes other people's girlfriends, this is really the funniest joke I've ever seen." Snape would laugh at him and satirize him with words a hundred times more vicious than this.
"No, I refuse!" he roared inwardly.
Maybe Snape wouldn't have laughed at him either - perhaps because of a little empathy.
To laugh at him is to laugh at oneself.
This was something Harry wouldn't know.
That strong and persistent emotion was like an iron wall preventing Snape from Legilimency, but his expression was quite ferocious, and he was in extreme pain.
"It seems to be barely useful." Snape frowned, returned in vain, put away his wand, and his tone was somewhat unexpected.
"Can I go?" Harry asked a little out of breath.
Snape gave him a cold look.
"Okay." He said words like gold.
So Harry pushed open the door as if fleeing, and left here.
Snape watched Harry's back, even though he closed the door and slammed it loudly, he didn't look away.
Today, Harry unleashed his potential and blocked Snape's peeping explosively, but he wasn't happy at all.
Because this is what he paid a very heavy price in exchange for.
This is just an insignificant episode in the life of Hogwarts.
Student life is still busy.
The Weasley brothers had started their entrepreneurial activities again, and their father was now in safe and sound condition, allowing them to focus on their great money-making and mischievous business again.
After their enthusiastic sales.
Indoor Quidditch activities gradually became popular throughout Hogwarts, and soon swept the entire campus.
It is worth mentioning that, for some reason, they also gave away
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Pansy's outfit.
Then the girl didn't accept it, and proudly threw them some Galleons.
The two looked at each other and smiled wryly.
"I don't like being in debt to Gryffindor." Pansy said coldly, but he didn't push the thing back, but accepted it.
Of course, she would not know that it was just the two brothers wanting to repay the favor.
Aside from this incident, George and Fred were not content with the status quo.
They now have the development of the Golden Snitch and the Mini-Broomstick on the agenda.
The flight trajectory of the Golden Snitch is easy to observe, and the randomness and speed need to be further strengthened.
The mini broom can be developed into more types.
They should try their best to maintain the performance balance of the broom, so that there will be no all-round performance that is ahead of the times like the Firebolt.
For example, the linear acceleration ability of some brooms can be appropriately stronger, and it is easier to cooperate with the levitation technique.
But the corresponding turning ability is worse.
Some dive capabilities have been enhanced, some ascent capabilities have been enhanced.
In short, let each broom have its own characteristics.
They are struggling with how to meet these requirements, the material has been studied by them, but there is no progress.
Those who sighed and sighed all day long were not like the twins who were happy to be funny and good at making everyone laugh.
Their "scientific research" work has fallen into a bottleneck.
Hermione saw it all.
until one day.
"You two's Christmas presents are given to you in advance." Hermione put a package tied with hemp rope at their feet.
"What's this?" George cut the rope, and saw stacks of thick books inside.
"A set of Muggle elementary physics textbooks, I think it should be useful to you, and there should be knowledge that can inspire you." Hermione nodded.
"Hermione, you are a genius."
The twins praised sincerely.
Just optimizing the broomstick does not require any advanced knowledge.
You can't use fluid mechanics, can you
Then the two impatiently immersed themselves in these books to see if they could improve.
Many people are very busy these days.
Especially Hermione.
In addition to preparing for the owls assessment, there is also Harry's Occlumency.
The latter takes less time.
According to Harry, he has now basically mastered the method of isolating Voldemort's prying eyes, but when Hermione asked, she vaguely avoided talking about it.
Hermione could only choose to trust.
She now turned her attention to another matter that was extremely important to her.
Fight for the liberation of the house-elves.
"What are you doing?"
Ron approached Hermione's seat, saw that she was not writing hard, and asked curiously.
In the Gryffindor lounge, the fire was burning in the fireplace and it was extremely warm. Hermione was sitting quietly on the loose armchair at this time, knitting something, but it was crooked and there were no stitches. Neat, looks ugly.
"Socks?" Ron asked tentatively.
"It's a hat!" Hermione stopped what she was doing and said solemnly.
"Hahaha, that's ugly." Ron laughed while clutching his stomach.
With a "meow", it curled up on Hermione's lap, like a big ginger cat on a cushion—Crookshanks jumped down at this moment, and it didn't know where it went.
Perhaps it was a sign that a fierce quarrel was about to break out between the two.
"What do you want to do?" Ron restrained his smile, frowned, and then asked.
Hermione put a bag of eaten chocolate boxes on top of the hat she knitted.
"Tell me, if they pick it up when they are cleaning, will they be free?"
"That's an insult to them!" Ron said excitedly.
"Also, their current owner should be "Hogwarts". Even if they pick it up, it's useless."
"Really?" Hermione lowered her head in disappointment, but she had forgotten this.
"Then I'll at least make them dress better, the working conditions there are really bad." Hermione said, and started knitting those miniature clothes again.
"Apart from food and clothing, why don't you care about other aspects of them?"
"How about you recommend my brother's indoor Quidditch set?" Ron sneered.
"It makes sense!" Hermione didn't hear Ron's sarcasm at all, but fell into excitement, her eyes were full of sparkle.
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