HP Magic Biography

In fact, teaching Harry Occlumency seemed like an obnoxious addition to Professor Snape's... well, fun.

Anyway, based on Fanlin's understanding of Professor Snape, it is inevitable that Harry's father came more to Harry's experience.

This becomes quite contradictory.

On the one hand is Harry himself, representing a part of Lily, and on the other hand...

Well, maybe Professor Snape was reluctant, and Fan Lin didn't think anyone could teach Harry Occlumency.

Maybe wait until the day when Harry is truly powerful. Anyway, Voldemort's Horcrux resists Voldemort's own will, which is simply a joke.

Dumbledore can't guarantee it, and the effect it can play is nothing more than temporarily blocking it.

But whether it is really effective, no one can guarantee this.

Anyway, for Harry, this is definitely a nightmare.

That evening, Harry had been worrying about the next day. However, two Potions lessons the next morning did little to assuage his fears, as Snape was still as unpleasant as ever.

His mood dropped even more when members of the Defense Society approached him in the corridor between classes, asking hopefully if there was a rally that night.

When I come next time, just to let you know it's business as usual, Harry said over and over again, but I can't do that tonight, I have to go to - um - remedial potions.

You're going to study potions! Justin asked haughtily, cornering Harry on the porch after dinner. My God, you must be crazy, Snape rarely tutors, does he?

Ron glared after Sarri as he strode away annoyingly. Am I going to make him unlucky? I can still hit him from here, he said, drawing his wand and aiming it at Sarri's shoulder.

Oh, forget about him... said Harry gloomily, that's something everyone has to think about, isn't it? That's me being really stupid—

Hi, Harry, said a voice behind him. He turned around to find Cho standing there.

Oh, Harry said, and for no reason, Harry felt his heart beat uncontrollably. Hi.

We'll be in the library, Harry, Hermione and Valin said firmly as they grabbed Logan and pulled him out of the marble corridor.

Merry Christmas? Cho said.

Well, not bad, Harry said.

I'm very happy. Qiu said, this unreasonable accusation made her look very embarrassed. Well, next month, I'm going to visit Hogsmeade again. Did you see the notice?

What? Oh, no, I haven't looked at the notice board since I got back.

Yes, it was on Valentine's Day.

Okay, said Harry, wondering why Cho had told him these things.

Okay, I think you want to...?

I mean, you have time, Cho said eagerly.

Harry stared at her blankly. He said, I thought you wanted to know when the next Defense Society meeting is?

But Qiu didn't answer.

I—um— he said.

Oh, it's okay if you don't, she said, looking distressed.

Don't worry. I—I'll see you often. She walked away. Harry stood behind her, watching her, his mind racing wildly. Then something made a muffled noise here.

Cho! Hi-Cho! He chased her, overtaking her halfway down the marble corridor.

Um--,

Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's Day?

Oh yes! she said, blushing and looking at Harry with great pleasure.

Okay, um, then it's settled. Harry swallowed his saliva, which made him feel a little out of control, but nothing could express Harry's slightly disturbed heart better than this action.

In fact, after this incident, no matter who it is, they feel that Harry's day will not be wasted. For Harry, this should be regarded as a great happy event.

Harry found Van Lin and Hermione in the library before class in the afternoon. However, before six o'clock that evening, the successful invitation to Cho Chang still could not alleviate his dreadful feeling, and he walked step by step towards Snape's office.

When he got there, he paused at the door, wishing he was somewhere else, and then, taking a deep breath, knocked and walked in.

In the shadowy room are more than a hundred glass bottles containing the sap of animals and plants of every color. In one corner stood a cupboard full of things that Snape had warned Harry - not without reason - to snatch. However, Harry's attention turned to the table, where there was a shallow, stone-filled pool where words and symbols appeared by candlelight.

Harry had seen it before - in Dumbledore's Pensieve. Just wondering what that thing was doing, Snape's cold voice came out.

Close the door behind you, Potter. Harry did as he was told, feeling like he was imprisoning himself.

But as he turned back into the room, Snape stepped into the light and pointed quietly at the chair on the other side of his desk. Harry sat down, and so did Snape, who stared at Harry with cold black eyes and a disapproving expression on his face.

Okay, Potter, you know why you're here, he said. The headmaster has asked me to teach you Occlumency. I only hope that you will be more familiar with it than Pharmacy, and forget what that guy Fan Lin taught you. Although his Occlumency is not bad, he is not a qualified teacher.

Harry curled his lips secretly, showing some disdain for Snape's statement, but it was obviously not a wise decision to refute when he was alone.

In fact, Fan Lin taught him many spells, blasting spells, eye disease spells, etc. Many spells were taught by Fan Lin, except for Occlumency.

Okay, Harry said simply.

This isn't a normal class, Potter, said Snape, blinking his eyes sinisterly, but I'm still your teacher, so you should call me 'sir' or ' professor'.

Yes, sir, said Harry.

Snape studied him with small eyes, then said, Occlumency now. As I told you in your dear godfather's kitchen, magic seals the branches of the mind against magical intrusion and magical influence.

But why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir? said Harry, looking at Snape's glasses strangely, waiting for his answer. Snape looked at him contemptuously for a while, Obviously you can come up with the answer, Potter? The Dark Lord is very skilled at penetrating people's hearts—

What's that, sir?

It can read another person's thoughts and emotions from his mind—

He can read people's minds? Harry said quickly, confirming his worst fears.

You're not smart, Potter, Snape said, his dark eyes blazing.

You don't understand that. That's one of the big flaws that keep you from being a good potion maker. Snape paused for a moment, obviously pleased at embarrassing Harry, but Snape soon loses this property.

In Fan Lin's eyes, this kind of expression is quite a number, and it probably means, you scum...

Only Muggles say 'mind reading'. The mind is not a book that you can open at your leisure. The mind is not fixed in the head and can be known by everyone. The mind is a complex thing with many layers , Potter—or at least, that's the way most people's minds are. He gave a false smile. But, that's true, the Imperius Curse can control a person's mind, can enter a victim's mind, and order him correctly. For example, the Dark Lord, always knows if someone is lying, of course, not all Imperius The spell, which is more common and useful, is Legilimency, which has the same principle as the Imperius Curse, but only Occlumency can shut down your thoughts and memories, and can return untrue information without being noticed.

Whatever Snape said, Legilimency sounded like mind reading to Harry, and he didn't like it at all.

So he can know what we're thinking, sir?

The Dark Lord is far away, and the walls and floors of Hogwarts are protected by some ancient spells and magics, and those who live inside are safe, Snape said. In magic, there are concepts of time and space, Potter. Legilimency requires eye contact.

Okay, so why do I have to learn Occlumency?

Snape looked at Harry like he was looking at a troll, and pointed a long, thin finger at Harry.

Common sense doesn't seem to apply to you, Potter. A curse that would kill you to fail would seem to suggest that you have some kinship with the Dark Lord. Sometimes, evidence shows, when your mind is very relaxed— Like sleeping—you share the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Lord. The headmaster finds this very misguided, and he wants me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord.

Harry's heart twitched rapidly again, and he didn't know it.

But why would Professor Dumbledore wish to stop him? he asked suddenly. I don't like it, but it's very useful, isn't it? I mean, I can see someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and if I can't, Professor Dumbledore can't save him, can he, sir?

Snape stared at Harry for a moment, still covering his mouth with his hand. When he spoke again, his voice slowed down, as if each word weighed a thousand catties.

It seems that before this, the Duke of Darkness was not aware of the relationship between you and him. Up to now, you seem to have experienced his emotions and shared his thoughts, and no special effort is required. However, Before Christmas, your short dream—”

Is it about the attack, or about Mr. Weasley?

Don't interrupt me, Potter, said Snape in a horrifying tone, as I said just now that your dream before Christmas was a powerful mind blow to the Dark Lord—

I'm looking at it from inside a third person's head, not his!

I think I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter? But Harry didn't mind if Snape was angry, and he seemed to be at the end of things in the end; so he walked over to the chair, not understanding that. He sat on the edge of the chair, nervous but pretending to be at ease.

If I'm sharing Lord Voldemort's mind, why is it all in third person before this?

Don't say the Dark Lord's name! Snape slapped the table. There was a terrible silence.

They looked at each other through the opaque gloom.

Dumbledore said his name, said Harry quietly.

Dumbledore was a very powerful wizard, Snape murmured. He feels safe enough to say his name. We're not.

Clearly upset, he wiped where the Dark Lord had burned his left arm.

I just wanted to know, Harry said again, pushing his voice back politely, why—

It is precisely because the Dark Lord was in a special period at that time that you were observing from a third party, Snape growled. But this time, you are in his mind. He has noticed you, otherwise, who is the third party?

So v-he-knows where I am?

I suppose so, said Snape coldly.

How do you know? said Harry eagerly. That's just Professor Dumbledore's guess, or—?

I told you, said Snape, sitting stiffly in his chair, his eyes squinted, call me 'sir.'

Yes, sir, said Harry impatiently, but how do you know—

We know very well, Snape whispered. The point is that the Dark Lord has now gotten to the point where you can read his thoughts and feelings. He's about to change that fact too. Which means he can read your thoughts and thoughts as well—

So he can try to make me do something too? Harry asked, Sir? he added hastily.

Maybe, said Snape, coldly and indifferently. Let's get back to Occlumency class. Snape pulled his wand out of his pocket, and Leigh sat nervously in his chair, but Snape just held his wand up to the roots of his hair. . As he put it away, some silver-like substance ran away and widened like a string at the temple, which broke again when he moved the wand away to the Pensieve. It swirled silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Twice later, Snape pointed his wand to his temple again, then lowered the silver object into the stone pool, and then, without explaining what he had just done, he carefully picked up the Pensieve and lifted him from the Taking it out of the bookshelf, clutching his wand, he turned to face Harry.

Stand up and get your wand out, Potter. Harry stood up, very disturbed. They stood on either side of the table, looking at each other.

You can use your wand to try to disarm me, or protect yourself in any way you want, Snape said.

What are you doing? Harry asked, looking nervously at Snape's wand.

I'll try to break into your mind, Snape said softly. I'll see how you fare against it. I've told you to be ready to resist Legilimency spells. You'll find you need a power like this. Protect yourself, now, Legilimency! at Snape struck before Harry was ready, even before he began to summon some resistance.

The office suddenly disappeared from his eyes; image after image passed through his blind mind like a shimmering movie. When he was five years old, watching Dudley ride a new red bicycle, he was filled with jealousy. When he was nine, and Rita, a bulldog, went up the tree and the Dudleys laughed on the lawn below. He sat under the Sorting Hat, which told him he could do well in Slytherin. Hermione lay in the hospital, her face hidden by her wispy black hair. A hundred dementors surrounded him by the Black Lake. Cho leaned against him under the mistletoe.