Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 29: Techniques for Coping with Legilimency

Snape never believed in Hera. From the beginning to the end, from Hera's admission to the confrontation between the two, even if Dumbledore firmly believed that Hera was in love, he would not believe in Hera.

Lestrange.
People with that surname were a piece of shit in Snape's head, even though he only knew Bella and Rodolphus.
Who knows if Hera is an undercover agent planted by the Dark Lord, deliberately revealing some information to win the trust of the old man, and then taking the opportunity to make trouble?
You must know that you are also an undercover agent sent by the Dark Lord, but you
Cough cough, that's a long way off.

Anyway, Snape didn't believe Hera would know how to keep his hand at all, and he was afraid that if he shot it, it would be a curse.

In fact, Hera really thought so too.
But Hera refrained from it, and he just said 'Expelliarmus' to Snape.

Then Snape looked at the empty palm speechlessly, the anger in his eyes was about to burst out.

"What are you doing?" Snape growled.

Hera scratched her face, then ran aside apologetically and retrieved Snape's wand, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"Huh?" Snape took the wand and frowned.

"I mean you said let me disarm you." Hera looked down at her toes like a schoolboy who made a mistake, a little embarrassed.

"Next, I'm going to enter your brain." Snape held back his anger and said softly, "Let me see your resistance, Mr. Lestrange won't let me down, will you?"

Snape made a sudden move, taking advantage of Hera's time to explain, and directly seized the opportunity when Hera didn't come and was ready to resist.

The office flickered and disappeared before Hera's eyes, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see the surrounding things.

At the age of 11, he was bullied in the lounge of Slytherin. At the age of 16, the books for the owls exam were burned to a pile of ashes. At the age of 18, he graduated from Hogwarts and was rejected for a job application.
No, a voice in Hera's head yelled, you can't watch this. You can't watch this is my own pain
All he felt was a sharp pain in his knee, and back in Snape's office he found himself on the floor, one knee banging hard on the table leg.

He looked up at Snape and saw that he was rubbing his shoulders, his features tightly knit together in pain.

"Do you hate me that much, Hera?" Snape asked coldly.

"Of course not, professor, how could it be possible?" Hera said resentfully, while getting up from the ground, if eyes could kill, Snape would have died hundreds or thousands of times.

"Hera, your brain is like a bar." Snape said contemptuously. "Anyone can open the door and go in. The troll's brain is deeper than yours."

"You saw it all?" Hera's complexion was a little pale, and her body was in a trance.

"Some fragments." Snape pouted as he spoke, turning his head slightly so that Hera could not see his expression clearly.

"For the first time, though, you're not too bad." Snape held up his wand. "You ended up thwarting my attempt to make you do a tap dance, even though you wasted time and energy yelling. You'll have to concentrate and use your mind against me, not your wand."

Hera nodded, it looked like he had cast some spell on Snape unconsciously, no wonder he was rubbing his shoulders when he woke up.

"I will work hard." Hera rubbed her eyes, pretending to be uncomfortable.

"Now, close your eyes." Snape said softly and ethereally.

Hera took a deep breath and did as Snape said.

He doesn't like the feeling of being seen as cowardly, and he doesn't want to be such a pitiful person in the eyes of others.

He doesn't need to be pitiful, what he needs is proof, to prove that he is only a qualified wizard with the surname of Lestrange on his back.

I don't want to be prejudiced, I don't want to be hated, I just want an ordinary life.

But the reality is... even that can't be done
He couldn't even get a job as a salesman in Diagon Alley.

Hera's eye sockets were slightly wet, but fortunately he closed his eyes, Snape couldn't see it.

"Get out of your mind, Hera," said Snape in a cold voice, "Leave all your emotions behind."

Hera didn't know how to feel that Snape's voice was a little softer than before, and slightly warmer than before.

"You didn't make it, Hera. You need to discipline yourself. Focus and start."

Hera tried hard to clear her mind, not to think, not to remember, not to feel.
"Come again. I count to three one two. Three. Legilimency!"

A giant black snake bared its fangs and claws in front of him. Everyone taunted and looked contemptuously. His friend who was in the smuggling business with him was lying on the ground, staring at him blankly.
"No——" He fell to the ground again, his face buried in his hands, his brain ached, as if someone was about to pull it out of his skull.

"Get up!" snapped Snape. "Get up! You haven't done it, you haven't tried, and you're giving me a weapon by letting me see all your painful memories!"

Hera stood up, her heart beating wildly, as if she had experienced that kind of life once.

Snape looked paler and angrier than usual.

"Come again." Hera gritted her teeth and said.

"Try to let go of your feelings!"

"Well, I'll do my best." Hera nodded, knowing that Snape was right.

"Facing the Dark Lord, you must learn Occlumency, control your emotions, and don't indulge in sad memories—in a word, a weak person is vulnerable to his magic power! It's easy for him to invade your thoughts, Hera."

Snape's voice was a little lonely and painful, as if recalling some bad memories.

"I see."

"Then prove it! Control yourself!" Snape reprimanded, "Suppress your mind, control your brain! Here we go again! Prepare! Legilimency!"

Hera looked at the back of Alisa Flint who left Europe, and watched the ship go back to Diagon Alley. Hogsmeade was rejected by others. He huddled in the street alone, watching passers-by talking and laughing. Hera wanted to be like them, but they would only give Hera a cold look.
"I got it! I got it!"

Hera fell down on the floor of Snape's office again, making a sound of joy.

(End of this chapter)