Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

When Harry came out of the Chamber of Secrets, he felt that he was no longer afraid of death.

There was nothing to fear, James told him that death was easier than sleep and didn't hurt at all.

Even when he came out of the Chamber of Secrets, the History of Magic course had not ended, and he had not been with his parents for too long. Ever since he was obsessed with the Mirror of Erised in the first grade, Harry knew that he should not Infatuated with illusory things.

Not to mention, he thought he would see them again soon.

Harry's first Occlumency practice was on Saturday. On this day he came to the basement as usual and met Malfoy wandering around the castle.

Malfoy has become much less excited since following Cyrus to Hogwarts again.

To be honest, he originally missed his days at Hogwarts. After all, his two friends were still here. But when he came back this time, Malfoy found that the situation was different. Goyle and Crabbe were full of hostility towards him, saying that he and his father were traitors and would be liquidated sooner or later!

Most of the other Slytherins are like this, and now, the entire Slytherin has almost been divided into two factions. One group of parents were still on Voldemort's side, and the other group were those who had crossed the flames and gathered around Cyrus.

Malfoy felt that everything was not so interesting anymore, so even if he met Harry, he was not in the mood to make a fuss.

"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter. You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of," Snape said.

But he didn't know what kind of shameful past was contained in this memory, so that Snape prepared so carefully and kept it well before starting.

He found his footsteps stopped with Malfoy at the door of Snape's office.

Harry was not angry, because he did recall that Voldemort had completely wiped out his mind when he was in the Department of Mysteries. Similar things had happened many times before, but Harry had never cared too much about it.

Hearing this, Harry felt sour in his heart.

The feeling was unpleasant, and Harry felt as if the small patch of skin was bulging and tingling.

"what?"

“But for masters of Legilimency, and those who are born Legilimency, it is possible to study the minds of others and come up with correct interpretations of certain situations.

"So, you're saying that as long as you learn Occlumency, you can avoid being read?"

But whether it was or not, it didn't matter anymore, because he was about to see Lily Evans' face now!

It was as if the man in front of him suddenly came to life, he came to life, instead of the rotten walking corpse before.

The moment the wooden door creaked shut, Harry felt as if he was surrounded by darkness, as if he was forever imprisoned in this cold and terrifying cage, and Snape was like a man in the cage. A poisonous snake, with its neck raised, ready to spit out venom at him.

Now he had the courage to look Snape in the eye and ask: "Why does Cyrus think I need it?"

He thought that since time and space could affect the power of magic, and Cyrus asked him to learn Occlumency, this might mean that his previous guess was correct.

"That stone, I saw you summoned Lily's soul." Snape said eagerly.

Snape silently pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

The disappointment in his eyes flashed away, almost as if it had never appeared before, and he quickly continued: "Theoretically, the magic of Hogwarts Castle will protect you, but since Cyrus asked you to learn it, I think He must have his reasons."

If Snape had read Harry's thoughts that he had to die at that moment, he might have been the first to go to Cyrus and question him.

Harry was angry when Snape's cold voice came from the shadows, startling him.

It just so happened that at this time, Harry felt a little nostalgic even when he looked at Malfoy.

This is simply ironic!

But Snape didn't waste time on this. Anyway, he already knew that Harry Potter was as arrogant and rude as his father.

"Isn't this just mind reading?" Harry frowned.

'Of course I won't run away! '

"Draco, put the pensieve on the table, and then you can leave." He glanced at Malfoy with his empty eyes, and then said, "Remember, don't tell anyone about this."

"You want you to mind your own business?" Malfoy choked immediately, but then he thought about it and smiled proudly, "Of course it was given to me by Professor Sellers! He personally taught me advanced alchemy when I was in second grade. Technique! This pensieve was repaired at that time!"

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"No matter what reasons he has, I don't care. I just need to teach you, that's enough!" Snape said in a cold, indifferent tone, as if he thought it would be best if Harry died.

To be honest, his potion results were not bad at all. Even with Snape being picky and even looking for trouble, Harry still got a good score in the Junior Wizard Exam, which is enough to prove that he is good at it. He still has a little talent for potions.

"Your talent is not worth mentioning. Miss Know-It-All can refine compound potions in her second year just by following a script." Snape pointed out the good things they had done.

Snape pulled his wand out of his robes and pressed it against Harry's temple.

'The reason I got such a bad grade in Potions is because you were giving me trouble all day long! ' Harry thought unhappily in his mind.

He was obviously sarcastic that Harry's brain was a small, simple, single-level, stupid thing.

"This is not prepared for you, but for me." Snape's wand did not do anything to Harry. He just scared Harry, and then sneered and put the tip of the wand against his own. A silver twisted thread was pulled out from the head.

"Pensie?" Harry recognized it immediately.

But Snape didn't.

This is a dark room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, and slimy animal and plant specimens floating in colorful potions.

This very hateful man in Harry's opinion had walked up to the table, shrouded in the only firelight in the room - which did not make him look any warmer, on the contrary, he looked more sinister.

"I brought the Pensieve, Professor." After Malfoy walked into the room, he took out a shallow envelope with mysterious symbols engraved on it from a small package-it must have been casted with a traceless stretching spell. Stone basin.

The whole picture shattered at this moment!

Harry found himself on the ground, gasping for air as he braced himself for Snape's insults.

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly, "I'm going to see how resistant you are... Now, prepare... Legilimency!"

Of course, this is a lie!

"I have another question." Harry asked nervously while feeling his temples throbbing, "What is the use of a pensieve?"