I, Hogwarts Second Week

Everyone in the room was stunned.

It took a moment for Hermione to realize what she had just said.

Harry and Ginny hid their laughter.

Owen was very surprised. Miss Granger was becoming more and more bold.

"Sibi, go back," he said.

I want this crazy little elf to get out of here.

If you don't see it, things will become easier.

Just like that - when one elf is missing, the other one also stops.

Dobby went on to talk about interesting experiences he had during this time, and the days he spent with actors and producers from all over the world.

An American producer named Stewart seemed particularly attracted to him and invited Dobie to their home in the United States.

It was a literary family, Dobby said.

Famous for his letters and fantasy novels.

Generations of them have had books that have taken the market by storm, and the new generation of Stewarts has chosen to become an editor, specializing in writing scripts for Hollywood.

Dobby seemed to be on very good terms with this gentleman, as could be seen from his beaming narration.

On the other side——the scene stopped when I saw it.

Owen didn't stay either. His eyelids were trembling and he wanted to go back to his room to sleep.

Hermione saw this and quickly followed.

She still had the key in her pocket.

Gotta give it back to Owen.

But just as Ginny guessed, Owen didn't care about this kind of thing. After letting her accept it, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

By the time others woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The sky is dark, and winter nights always come very quickly.

Fortunately, the snow stopped and there were not many dark clouds in the sky, so there was still a little dim light shining on the ground.

"Hi-Owen!"

when he appeared in the living room.

Harry immediately greeted him happily.

He and Ginny Hermione were the only ones left in the manor.

How could two girls play with him?

He wanted to play a few games of wizard chess. Hermione was not interested in this. She went to the study to write and draw and didn't know what she was busy with.

As for Ginny - she seemed to be very talented, he had already lost seven sets in one afternoon.

In fact, in the second game, he no longer wanted to play.

But Ginny was in such high spirits that he couldn't say anything - seeing Owen now was like seeing a savior.

"Professor Dumbledore came here at noon. He seemed to be looking for you, but you didn't wake up. He left a letter for Hermione." Harry said as he secretly started to put away the chess pieces.

He'd never play chess with Ginny again!

"Looking for me?" Owen rubbed his eyes, gasped, and looked at the two of them with his head swollen.

"Here you go." At this time, Hermione also heard Owen's voice waking up.

She came out of the study.

Then he took out a letter from his arms.

Four people were sitting on the sofa.

Dobby was nowhere to be seen. Owen ignored him.

He took the letter from Hermione's hand, tore it open and took out the letter paper. It was familiar - the last stroke of each word would leave many circles, um - this was Dumbledore's font.

Take a general glance.

"Oh! This is what happened!"

The content of the letter is very brief, only two sentences.

"What happened?" Hermione asked from the side.

"About Occlumency." Owen handed the letter to her. "Professor Dumbledore hopes that someone can teach Harry Occlumency. He asked me if I am proficient in Occlumency. If not, he has someone else."

"Occlumency?" Harry heard his name. This was not the first time he heard this familiar magic from Owen. He had said before that he needed to master this magic.

But he never knew what magic it was.

"Occlumency is a magic that resists external spiritual penetration. It can seal the brain to resist magical invasion and influence." Hermione frowned slightly while holding the letter, but she still explained to Harry.

"Why did Professor Dumbledore want Harry to learn this magic?" She looked at Owen in confusion, "As far as I know, this is an extremely unpopular magic, and it is very-very difficult to learn, even more difficult than the Patronus Charm. Be difficult.

There are not many people in the entire magical world who have mastered it. "

"That's right. The difficulty is indeed very high." Owen said as he picked up the hot coffee on the table next to him. After taking a sip to refresh himself, he continued, "The people who master this magic are undoubtedly the most powerful wizards, such as Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and my grandmother."

Of course there are more people, but Owen doesn't have to say them all, such as: Snape, Barty Crouch Jr., Bellatrix Lestrange, Horace Slughorn Well wait.

"What about Harry?" Red-haired Ginny and Hermione were equally puzzled. Neither of them understood the meaning behind Dumbledore's instruction.

"He understands." Owen looked at Harry, "If you can see his memories, then he can also see yours. It's easy. He just hasn't reacted yet."

"I" Harry understood instantly.

It's Voldemort!

Professor Dumbledore is worried about Voldemort prying into his memory!

"If you can't master this magic, it means that all the truth and plans cannot be told to you. Even his memory you see may be false, because it may be that he deliberately let you see it, just like fishing of bait.”

"So before, when we were in the hallucination, I asked you a question, and you didn't tell me because you were afraid that he would peek into my memory and let him know the truth?" Harry asked.

"That's right." Owen nodded.

"Who are you talking about!" Ginny was impatient. She desperately wanted to know everything about Harry, and she didn't like anyone playing riddles in front of her.

"Voldemort," Owen said. A smile formed on his lips, "There is a subtle connection between Harry and Voldemort."

"He is a master of Legilimency. In fact, if any of you fall into Voldemort's hands, there will be no secrets for him. He can see all the information, memories, and emotions at a glance."

"In fact, in peaceful times, there would be no need to master Occlumency, but now - many of our enemies know Legilimency, this magic has become a necessity to master, at least basically. Occlumency The most basic form of the technique involves clearing the mind to prevent outsiders from prying into it, and in the advanced form, those masters can even fabricate false memories and emotions to only protect their own specific memories, and use a mixture of truth and falsehood to lure the enemy elsewhere."

"And this spell can also affect the effect of Veritaserum, which is very powerful."

Owen said a lot in one breath.

Of course, what he didn't say was that this spell could even withstand the whispers of alien gods. He was currently a poor learner. He had only mastered the basic form of Occlumency and had not gone into depth.

Because Irving felt he couldn't use it.

But thinking about it now - if he could calm down and practice this magic to Snape's level, maybe those whispers in his head last year would not appear.

"Then you can." Harry also knew the necessity of mastering this magic. He didn't want to dream about Voldemort eating people again.

"It's a pity." Owen put down the empty coffee cup. "Although I have mastered many magic spells, Occlumency is not my strong point. I only have the most basic mastery of this spell. If I want to choose a teacher for you, how can I Better choice.”

"Who?" Harry asked, "Professor Dumbledore?"

"How is that possible?" Owen waved his hand, "Just because he allows me to teach you means that he doesn't have time to come in person."

"Snape," he said bluntly, "Professor Snape is a famous master of Occlumency. He is so powerful that not even Voldemort or Dumbledore can pry out any secrets from his head. He is obviously more powerful." has experience."

Harry opened his mouth in horror and stared at him blankly.

After a moment he exclaimed, "Snape?"

Let Snape teach him magic himself!

For him, this was simply the cruelest punishment.

He quickly looked at Owen as if asking for help, "Is there anyone else?"

"Yes - but they are all busy. Only Professor Snape is the most suitable. He is a professor at Hogwarts, so he naturally has time to teach you magic." Owen said cruelly.

"But - but." Harry faltered.

Ginny beside her also looked worried.

She didn't know what Owen was referring to by the 'connection' between Harry and Voldemort, but since Harry had no objection, it was natural that he had to learn this magic.

But she also knew that the relationship between Snape and Harry could be said to be on fire and water, especially in the second half of the third year, after Sirius served as the dark arts professor for a period of time, the hostile relationship between them affected Harry. profit.

Snape became even more vicious.

It's just that there is a more annoying Umbridge this year, which makes Snape's badness less obvious, but if Harry is alone in the same room with him.

God knows what will happen.

Maybe they will fight directly?

Harry fell silent, and Ginny couldn't do anything to help him at this time, she could only pat him on the shoulder comfortingly.

For a long time - as if accepting his fate, he lay back and collapsed on the sofa.

"If Snape and I get into a fight, you must rush over and help me." Harry suddenly said calmly.

"Oh? It seems you are sure?" Owen was a little surprised.

Harry was not someone who bowed his head easily.

His acceptance of this undoubtedly announced his growth.

He finally put his personal grudges under the overall situation.

"I definitely can't help. But I can cheer you on from the sidelines!" He said with a smile.

"Because I don't want to see him either!"

Hearing the sound, Harry's face turned even darker.

Maybe it’s knowing you’re going to have a terrible time after Christmas.

the next few days.

Harry started playing wildly.

He didn't care who was following him. He left his footprints everywhere in Paris.

Owen took the opportunity to go to the safe house of the alchemist Nicolas Flamel with Hermione to visit him.

Meeting again - the already old alchemist was even more unbearable. He looked like charcoal after being burned by flames, which would break at the slightest touch or turn into black dust.

Although Nick seems to be in good spirits, which may be related to the last elixir, he and Hermione both know that he will probably not see the new millennium.

In addition, Owen also saw an acquaintance - no - maybe that thing couldn't be called a human at all.

In the dim room, the fire was crackling and burning, and a shadow stretched on the ground. The owner of the shadow was standing beside the fire.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black robe and the same black gauze scarf on her head.

Hear the noise behind you.

The man turned his head sharply, his face blown away by the updraft generated by the fire. A pale, dry face was revealed, and eyes with no pupils visible.

She just stared at the visitor blankly.

Like a dead corpse.

Nagini!

Nagini in human form!

"I've tried my best." Nick, lying on the chair, said sadly.

The turbid eyes were filled with the brilliance of humanity, which was the reluctance to leave a living life.

Such Nagini! It can be said that the part of the soul that is human has died.

The snake part may have been expelled by Nick.

As a result, she now looked like Neville's parents who had been tortured crazy by the Cruciatus Curse and were still able to act. It can still do things like a machine, but without consciousness or self, it is just a piece of living flesh.

Owen has a way to inject a new soul into this body - but - the one who revives may be someone else, or the snake.

Nagini was probably - indeed dead.

"It's enough to be able to maintain a human appearance when buried." Owen murmured.

Such 'living flesh' - there is no need to torture her or those who still care about her.

Dust to dust to dust.

When you go back and ask Aberforth where he buried his son Credence, let them be buried together. Lonely souls must have a companion after all.

"Are you going to kill her?"

After the initial shock, and after Owen slowly told about Nagini's life experience, Hermione couldn't control herself - her eyes were filled with tears.

Panting, she exhaled heavily and stared at Owen with tearful eyes.

"Instead of living like this without dignity, I can even say that we are insulting her body. Since her soul is long gone, burying her is the greatest respect."

Owen said calmly.

If he were Nagini, after learning that decades later, there were still people studying their own bodies crazily, with absolutely no other emotions except anger.

Living like this, what else can you gain besides suffering humiliation?

"That's now!" Hermione said reluctantly, "Two years ago, you were helpless against Neville's parents, but now - the Lombards have woken up!"

Perhaps the recent awakening of Neville's parents gave Hermione confidence. Nagini's current behavior was no different from the Lombards' previous behavior.

"That's different!" Owen said.

"What's the difference?" The little witch still insisted on her opinion, "Just because there is no way now, does not mean there will be no way in the future. There are infinite possibilities in the future."

"Miss Granger, not all problems have solutions. Sometimes we have to learn to let go."

"There's no solution, it's just that we haven't worked hard enough!" Hermione retorted almost immediately, "If it doesn't work once, then twice, if it doesn't work twice, then three times, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times."

"It will always work!"