days at Hogwarts

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In the dim underground corridor, the slow footsteps broke the long silence. The sound hit the thick black stone wall, the echo was dull, and the faint basement was filled with a hint of chill.

Snape's offices are all located underground, and the corridors even extend under the Black Lake. Sometimes there are faint rumbling sounds in the long and empty corridors, which seem to be the waves of the Black Lake roaring overhead.

Torches were gradually displayed on the wall, and the dim flames burned silently, but the firewood could not be seen shrinking for a long time, as if the firewood was not the fuel of the flame, but the container of the flame.

The torch near the stairs was a brilliant orange-red, and the bright flame exuded a soft warmth. As we walked deeper into the underground corridor, the flame gradually became darker and deeper. When we approached Snape's office, we still saw light green. The flames were cold and pale, without any warmth.

The snake-shaped relief lines are floating and looming, and the convection air blows the breeze, groping the uneven stone wall, making a faint rustling sound, like the sound of a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to spit out its tongue in a dark corner.

Professor Snape, Master Legilimency, Occlumency... Harry read Loren's description silently, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

He paused outside the door for a while, feeling faintly timid, and even had the urge to turn around and retreat.

After taking a deep breath, Harry knocked on the door of the office: "Professor Snape, it's me, Harry Potter."

"Come in." The words were short and the voice was light.

The round, high-domed room has plenty of space, but the light is dim, with only two or three glass-shaded lamps emitting a faint light. There are two rows of display racks erected on the wall, and hundreds of glass bottles of different sizes, filled with sticky animals. Plant specimens float in fluids of varying colors.

A faint red light flashed away, and a tall and thin figure walked out of the storage room and sat down behind the desk.

Harry glanced towards the storage room calmly. He always felt that the red light seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Click.

With a soft sound, the desk lamp on the desk turned on. The light was soft and non-glaring, illuminating the surrounding area and illuminating Snape's cold eyes and cold expression.

Harry was shocked. The lamp looked as fashionable as if it had just left the factory. It was not magical at all, but it was very Muggle.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Harry complied in a daze. It wasn't until he sat down at the desk and saw the meditation stone basin in front of him with mysterious symbols engraved on it that he came back to his senses.

Compared to the magical pensieve, the lamp attracted Harry more, and he couldn't help but glance at the lamp.

The base is made of off-white plastic material with a matte texture, covered with a layer of rubber skin, with one button and one knob, and no wires. The most conspicuous thing is that there is a string of handwriting that he is familiar with on the lampshade:

Merry Christmas to my dearest Severus Snape.

Harry blinked, this is Loren's handwriting, right? This is definitely Loren's handwriting!

"Stop looking..." Snape looked at Harry coldly, every hair on his body showing disgust, "Potter, you know what you are doing here."

The calm and cold tone echoed in the closed space: "Occlumency is a magic that is not high-end but very sophisticated and requires wisdom and talent. About two years ago, Dumbledore begged me to give you advice, guidance, and teaching. …I think Dumbledore also suggested to you very early on to find a skilled teacher.”

Snape sneered softly: "Obviously, you didn't listen to the advice."

Harry remained silent, wondering whether Snape was scolding Sirius, him, or both.

No matter what, just scold me.

Be mentally prepared when he comes.

Snape paused for a moment, obviously savoring the pleasure of humiliation and being mean: "A shallow and ungained brain will only adopt rigid teaching methods, so you wasted two years and achieved nothing."

"Yes." Harry agreed emotionlessly.

"Be respectful and say 'professor' or 'sir'."

"Yes, sir."

Snape's eyes narrowed: "Okay, I think you already know that Occlumency can prevent the mind from being invaded and affected by magic, such as Legilimency, the Imperius Curse..."

"Don't speculate on these magics with shallow ideas. Only Muggles can read minds. The human heart is not a book and cannot be read at will. Thoughts are not words engraved on the skull and cannot be read. The human heart is Something complex and multi-layered…”

"Those who are capable of Legilimency can study other people's minds under certain circumstances and make correct interpretations. For example, the Dark Lord can almost always tell when others are lying to him. Only those who are good at Occlumency can conceal the reason. Contradictions and memories caused by lies..."

"As for you, Potter, I think Dumbledore has explained that the spell that failed to kill you seems to have established some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord, and this fragile connection is a dangerous bond... "

"Pray, pray that you can learn Occlumency and protect your stupid and fragile brain before the Dark Lord discovers this secret tunnel, travels through the tunnel, and turns your brain into a swamp sludge."

"..."

Harry listened attentively, extracting a small amount of teaching information from a large amount of sarcasm and sarcasm, and silently remembered it in his heart.

Snape inserted the wand into the greasy roots of his hair, and gently pressed the tip of the wand against his temple, pulling out a ray of soft silvery white light, which fell into the clouds of the pensieve and turned into silk like a condensed mist. Silk threads are neither a gas nor a liquid substance.

"I want to enter your brain." Snape whispered, pointing the wand at Harry, "Concentrate all your energy, can't slack off, can't relax, use all your strength to resist my invasion."

Harry's heartbeat quickened, and he began to feel nervous with a sense of urgency.

"Now, prepare!" Snape suddenly shouted, "Legilimency!"

Before Harry could prepare to resist, an invisible and slender venomous snake seemed to have penetrated into his head. Its hard scales were covered with slippery mucus. It penetrated along his eyes and passed between his eyebrows as if there was no resistance. , drilled through the skull and penetrated deep into the brain...

The silver-white clouds in the pensieve suddenly floated lightly, creating ripples in circles. Tiny particles gathered into lines, outlining images one after another. Some faded and distorted memories emerged in the ripples.

When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride on his brand new red bicycle and was filled with jealousy...

When he was nine years old, he was chased into a tree by the watchdog Lippi and did not dare to come down until late at night. The Dursley family laughed on the lawn...

When he was eleven years old, the Sorting Hat whispered over his head that Slytherin could realize his ambition...

He hit the Whomping Willow in a flying car... He was shaken unconscious by Ron with a small mirror... He fell headlong when facing the dementors...

Seeing Cho Chang fall into Cedric's arms, he...

Harry's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted in his heart: You can't look at this, you can't look at it, this is private!