Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 123 Closing
On the eighth floor, the principal's room.

The floating candles emitting dim yellow candlelight were flying freely in the room, and the silverware on the table were exhaling silver smoke to each other.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, chewing some kind of candy. Opposite him was Harry with his head bowed.

This is the second night.Harry had expected to come to Dumbledore at dawn, but he was busy during the day, and Harry didn't come in until night.

"I understand everything. It seems that something happened to you, Harry, that we cannot reverse!" Dumbledore said slowly, and then, his hand grabbed the golden trident placed on the table.

"But it's a pity that although this thing belongs to you, you are still a student."

The eyes under Dumbledore's half-moon glasses looked at Harry, "You know what I mean, right! I can't watch a little wizard in the second year swinging this thing around the castle.

That would be hard for Filch, and it would be bad if he accidentally hurt someone. "

Harry was a little bit reluctant, but he couldn't refute what Dumbledore said, but he still wanted to fight for it, "Professor, I won't wave it around. I promise!"

"Harry, you have to understand that there are many things beyond our control. Remember? It's like last year when Hagrid got drunk and then revealed how to deal with Lu Wei!" Dumbledore said kindly.Lu Wei was the three-headed dog in Hogwarts Castle last year.

It would be bad if someone used him to hurt someone.

"But... well, Professor." Harry said a little weakly, he didn't want to lose this thing from the bottom of his heart, but Dumbledore had already spoken.

"Then it's settled. I'll return it to you when you're done." Dumbledore laughed, "Then I think you should go back, after all, it's almost time to rest!" Dumbledore Lido pretended to check the time.

"Okay, Professor." Harry stood up, said goodbye, and hurried back to the lounge.

In the corner of the lounge, Linde's back was facing the entire spacious lounge.

"Come on, grow your mouth wider and say—"

"Gah-"

In a dark corner, Andersen opened his mouth, the corner of his mouth was torn, and several tentacles protruded from it and expanded outward into a chrysanthemum shape.Deep in the throat at the center, one eyeball droops lifelessly in the upper throat.

After a few glances, Linde withdrew his left hand and the tweezers in his hand, and rubbed his eyes, which were a little dry and swollen because they were always open.

Andersen retracted his tentacles and closed his mouth.Then he cooed and asked Linde.

"You have an eyeball in your mouth." Linde thought of the scene he saw just now.

Andersen had been retching all day, and when Linde saw this, he thought he was sick, so he simply took a look.It turned out not to be sick, but to have another thing growing in the throat.

Linde thought it was a tumor at first, but he checked it with tweezers, and there was an eyeball wrapped under a layer of fleshy skin.The eyeball should not be fully developed, and it didn't respond to Linde's behavior of pulling its "eyelid".Andersen's brain also didn't receive the visual picture it passed on.

"Wait! If you can't control it yourself when you grow up, then cut it off!" Linde said lightly, his threshold for these slightly bloody things is getting higher and higher now .

"It won't affect your eating!" Linde asked.

Andersen shook his head and cooed twice.It just feels a little uncomfortable with this thing in its throat.But it doesn't affect my daily life now.

That's good.Thinking, he touched the plaster cast covering his right hand. "It is estimated that it will be fully recovered in another week." Linde estimated the time in his heart.

He tried to cast a spell with his left hand last night, but he couldn't swing his wand on the expected track at all, and the other spells except for the fluorescent flashes failed to be released successfully.

He can only lie on the edge of the pool and read a book...

Then soak your right hand in the water and use the tentacles of your chin to flip through the book.

During this period of time, he had already begun to refine the potion of Ocean Singer.If he knew that Harry was directly gifted a sea beast sacrifice by Yusan who was dying in the black lake, he wouldn't know how sore he would be.

But he hasn't been to the Black Lake yet, so he naturally doesn't know about Yu San's failure and finally brought his clansmen to live in the Black Lake.

Thinking about it, Harry and his group walked not far from Linde, and Hermione began to guide Harry to practice the waterproof and moisture-proof spell.Because of Linde's lack of gregariousness, the corner he was in was relatively empty.Harry and the others also came here to practice spells.

This is a protective spell, except for Seamus and Neville, most people will not cause any danger, so they are very relieved to practice here.

Seeing them approaching, Linde shrank back to the corner again, and continued reading on his own.There is also a shorthand quill flying beside him, sketching on the book on his behalf.

The fingers of his right hand, which were wrapped in plaster, throbbed with difficulty. Although it was a bit inconvenient, it was right to look for the feeling of casting spells.

He basically doesn't have any entertainment activities now. His entertainment activities in the past were watching famous scenes in the plot. Now, with some changes in the plot, many famous scenes have either not happened or haven't happened yet.

It is estimated that the basilisk incident will not happen again this year.

"No, no. The voice should be higher, it should be cadenced, and the s is silent." Hermione corrected Harry like a little teacher. He tried to cast a spell just now, but the robe on his body was like a veil. He was wrung up, strangling him out of breath.

Linde looked at Harry's appearance, and inexplicably thought of Occlumency.

During the Occlumency class during this time, Snape just talked with him about the theory and asked him how he was doing.

This Linde has no idea.

In the original book, Harry was stimulated to practice Occlumency by Dobby's death, and he didn't practice it until then.The description at the time was:
He eventually learned to control, to keep Voldemort out of his mind, which is exactly what Dumbledore wanted him to learn from Snape.Just like when Harry was sad for Sirius, Voldemort's mind couldn't control Harry...

Although this describes only one aspect of Occlumency,

But the practice of Occlumency is indeed the same as described in the original text, even more mysterious than this.

Snape just told him that when you can escape into your own subconscious space, you will really learn Occlumency.

And he spends about two hours every night staying underwater, trying to enter a deep meditative state similar to sleep, trying to break the barrier between the sea of ​​consciousness and enter his subconscious.

But he just feels that he is wasting time every day. Maybe he has a system that will show him a progress bar in places that he can't see, touch, or feel.

But he never thought that what he was doing was useless. After all, besides the rarity of Occlumency, another feature is that it is difficult.He also went to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to find out, but they both said they couldn't.

So up to now, the only ones he knew of Occlumency were Dumbledore, Snape and the future Harry.

Apart from the chosen one like Harry, one is the pinnacle of the magic world, and the other is a T0-level genius player.

Every time he thinks of this, he will sweep away his unhappiness and continue to practice Occlumency enthusiastically.Furthermore, he doesn't accept Legilimency, and he can't use Boggarts, so his practice can only be a grind.

(End of this chapter)