HP Magic Biography

Compared with what Harry did, Fan Lin needed to make a more detailed plan.

In fact, up to now, Trevor's clue has been completely disconnected, and the family badge that Trevor gave Fan Lin has completely dimmed.

It seems that something happened to the old bat, or maybe the whole vampire family was absorbed by Voldemort?

I have to admit that this is a very possible thing. So far, Voldemort has never missed this kind of thing, such as giants returning to Voldemort's embrace, werewolves and even dementors...

These were all easy things for Tom, and Fan Lin never doubted Voldemort's ability to deceive people.

A good example is there, when Voldemort has not completely lost his humanity, he is good enough to be loved by all the professors.

This is different from Fan Lin, Fan Lin himself is simply what you think of me, I don't care attitude, Voldemort's performance is more perfect, moreover, Voldemort pulled the first Death Eater under Dumbledore's nose .

In terms of combat effectiveness, things like this can make up for it, or, at present, there is no comparison with Death Eaters. Although there is no way to guarantee it in the future, the flowers in the greenhouse...

Now Fan Lin cares more about the god of death.

Trevor has expressed the relationship between his family and the god of death more than once. It can be said that Voldemort must have obtained something.

It was like a scale, and the fragile balance between Dumbledore and Voldemort was no longer maintained.

The plan was disrupted, and Harry and the others grew beyond imagination, bffl admitted that ordinary people couldn't do anything to subdue Harry in a short period of time.

And Horcruxes...

Then, Voldemort must have found something, maybe a weapon, or maybe a new boost...

vampire?

Looking at Trevor's posture, there is not only a cool sense of déjà vu. But Trevor also expressed information about the God of Death more than once.

What's worse, in Fan Lin's hands, except for a chain that can act as a restraint, he has no clue about what is used to make a fatal blow...

Compared with Fan Lin's troubles, Harry is also going through a very difficult time at this time. After all, it is not a pleasant thing to be forcibly searched in the brain while conscious.

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No, said a voice in Harry's head, when he remembered Cho approaching him, you can't look at that, you can't look at that, that's my private business—

Harry felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office was back in view, and he realized that he had fallen to the ground; his knee had made intimate contact with the solid stone.

He looked at Snape, who dropped his wand and rubbed his wrist. There was a horrible scar there, like a charred mark.

Are you saying you've been under a strong spell? Snape asked coldly.

No, Harry grumbled, getting up from the floor.

I don't think so, said Snape, stepping in and looking at him. You let me in too deep. You lost control of yourself.

Do you know everything I've seen? Harry asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer to that question.

It flashed before me, said Snape, lips curled up. Who does that dog belong to?

My Aunt Maggie, Harry murmured, a little unresponsively.

Snape put his hat on. Well, your first effort was abysmal, Snape said, raising his wand once more. You finally stopped me,

It seems that what he taught you is still useful, but you have wasted a lot of time and energy. You have to focus and use your mind to repel me without using your wand.

I'm trying, said Harry angrily, but you won't tell me how!

Be polite, Potter, Snape said slyly. Now, I want you to close your eyes.

Harry gave him an extremely disgusted look, then did as he was told. He didn't like standing there with his eyes closed, clutching a wand, while Snape was looking at him.

Clear your mind, Potter, said Snape icily, let all emotion go away.

But Harry was very angry, and Snape invaded his mind like poison. Let the distress go? It's not as easy as separating his feet.

You're not doing it, Potter. You need more training than you're doing now, pay attention.

Harry tried to empty his mind, try not to think, or remember, or feel. Let's do it again. Count three times, one-two-three- Legilimency!

A huge black dragon appeared in front of him. His parents wave to him from a magic mirror. Ginny lay on the ground, watching him with dark eyes.

No———————! Harry fell to his knees again. He covered his face with his hands, his brain ached like someone was trying to get it out of the cranial cavity.

Get up! said Snape sharply, Get up, you're not trying, you're not trying, you're allowing me to read your fears and learn to fight me!

Harry stood up again, his heart terrified, like seeing Voldemort come back to life in a cemetery.

Snape looked paler than usual and more angry, though not nearly as angry as Harry had been.

I'm - trying - trying, he said through gritted teeth.

I told you to empty your emotions! You're such a pig, I thought you'd remember something!

Yeah? Well, I'm finding it hard at the moment, Harry growled.

Then you'll find yourself an easy prey to the Dark Lord! said Snape savagely. Anyone who clings to their emotions, who can't control them, who is stuck in sad memories and allows others to challenge them, are fools, weaklings! In other words - they have no power against others! He can easily penetrate your mind, Potter!

I'm not weak, Harry said lowly, his uncontrollable anger making him want to attack Snape now.

Prove it! Overcome yourself! Snape cried. Control your anger and train your mind! Let's try again! Get ready! Legilimency!

He saw Uncle Vernon seal the mailbox. A hundred dementors float across the lake around it. He walked down a windowless path with Mr. Weasley. Harry tried to walk through it, but Mr. Weasley pulled him to the left and down a set of stone steps.

I know! I know! He fell to the floor of Snape's office for the fourth time, his scar painfully painful, but the sound he made was barely feigned pleasure, and he stood up again , and found Snape watching him, his wand raised. At this point, it looked as though Snape had successfully cast the spell before Harry tried to counter it.

And what happened, Potter? he asked, staring at Harry intently.

I saw—I remember, Harry gasped. I just figured it out.

Understand what? Snape said sharply. Harry didn't return right away, he wiped his forehead, thinking carefully about the moment he had just been blind. He dreamed of a windowless hallway ending in a door that had been locked for months, and he didn't leave to find that it was a real place. Now, thinking back again, he knew that the corridor he had dreamed of was the one he and Mr. Weasley had run to the Ministry's courtroom on August 12th, and it was this corridor that had led him to the Ministry of Secrets, and It was here that he dreamed that Voldemort was causing people to attack Mr. Weasley at night.

He looked up at Snape. What happened in the mystery department?

What did you say? Snape said in an emotionless voice.