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The next day, after all the memories were restored, Danica finally returned to normal. Stacy exhaled and took her to class together.

When they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Umbridge was already sitting behind the lectern, wearing the same pink gown with a large bow in her hair.

All the students were silent when they walked into the classroom. They still couldn't figure out Professor Umbridge's class routines, and no one knew how strict she was on classroom discipline.

"Good morning, students!" she said after the class was seated.

A few students here and there answered her, "Good morning."

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not okay, is it? I want you to answer like this: Good morning, Professor Umbridge. Please do it again. Good morning, students!"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." The students replied in unison.

Stacy muttered under her breath, "This makes me feel like I'm back in first grade..."

"That's right," said Umbridge, in a sweet voice. "It's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."

Stacy and Roger sighed almost at the same time, and Danica put away her wand gloomily, and produced her quill, ink, and parchment.Often the class after putting away the wand is not an interesting class, such as Lockhart's class.

Professor Umbridge took out a surprisingly short wand from his handbag, tapped hard on the blackboard, and two lines of words immediately appeared on it: Defense Against the Dark Arts returns to basic principles.

She turned to face everyone, stood upright and said, "Students, this is the last year you can take Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but your study has been intermittent and unsystematic before, with teachers constantly changing, Many of them don't seem to be teaching according to the Ministry of Magic-approved curriculum standards. I'm concerned about how you're going to pass the NEWTs like this, or even graduate from school?"

"However, you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be rectified. This year, we will be studying a carefully planned, theory-centred Defense Against Magic course approved by the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge waved his wand, and the words on the blackboard disappeared again, "Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

Several Gryffindors yelled, "Yes! We have!"

"I think we're going to do it all over again," Umbridge smirked. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer, 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.' or 'No, Umbridge.'" Professor Qi.' Let's do it again: Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's "The Theory of Defense against Magic"?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," answered the class loudly.

Fred loosened his collar irritably, the lesson was so depressing.He was about to cause some trouble when Danica looked over and shook her head slightly at him.Fred had to sit down obediently again.

"Everyone open the book, turn to the fifth page, and read 'Chapter 1, Basic Principles of Getting Started'. Don't whisper to each other while reading." Umbridge sat on the chair behind the podium and watched with loose eyelids. with everyone.

Danica quickly read through the boring text above, and began to look at the other students in the class.Stacy and Roger were passing a small note under the table, and she saw Roger gently squeeze Stacy's hand when he took the note, and Danica silently looked away.George dozed off behind a book, while Fred caught her eye and smiled charmingly at her.

"Okay, have you finished reading it?" Umbridge said in a cloyingly sweet voice, "Now, everyone can start to transcribe a few times and try to memorize all these theories."

Li Qiaodan raised his hand, his dreadlocks like a black Jamaican caught people's attention, "These are theoretical knowledge, so what about the practical exam of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"As long as you've learned the theory very solidly, there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to cast spells under strictly controlled examination conditions," said Umbridge contemptuously.

"Don't you need to practice beforehand?" Li was a little surprised. "Could it be that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?"

"I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theoretical knowledge very solidly. So I think you may need to copy the content of Chapter 1 ten times. Let's start now." She said softly.

For a while, there was only the sound of writing in the classroom, and no one refuted Umbridge anymore.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Danica rubbed her sore right hand, put away the half-written parchment, and left the classroom.

Stacy stuffed the book into Roger's arms and walked ahead with her arms crossed, "This old woman just wants us to be obedient and be her marionettes!"

Roger adjusted, took the book with one hand, and hugged Stacy with the other hand, "Oh dear, don't be so angry."

Danica stopped and stared at them suspiciously, "Tell me, when did it happen?" It was only then that she realized that something was wrong between the two of them. They were still in a cold war before the holiday, but after the holiday they were so sweet.

"Well, you didn't reply to us for about two weeks after the vacation started, so we just played together..." Stacy pulled Danica back and said with a smile, "We can go on a couple date together, you With Fred, me and Roger, the four of us."

By this time they had reached the auditorium, which was bustling with people, students all came to eat lunch.Danica glanced in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe were taunting Harry loudly.She sighed, and withdrew the hand held by Stacy, "I'm afraid not, I forgot to tell you that I broke up with Fred." She first walked to the long Ravenclaw table and sat down. Qian and Roger were surprised and sat down.

"What happened? How did you break up?" Stacy pressed, she was so surprised.

"Mismatches, hate out of love," Danica babbled nonsense, holding a fork in her hand and sticking a sausage in it.

Stacy lowered her voice and asked again, "What's the matter with you pulling out all your memories? Who was he you told the professors about last night—"

Danica stuffed the sausage into her mouth, smiled and said to her, "It's not good to know too much, talk about your love, Miss Fawcett." She winked at Roger, and he knew Hold Stacy back and chat with her about something else.

Danica shook her head amusedly. Roger's EQ is much higher than Stacy's. As a treacherous businessman and a cunning official, the lives of the two of them will definitely be very interesting in the future.

After they finished their meal, they had a brief rest. Danica left for the Potions classroom in the afternoon. Stacy and Roger went to the Arithmancy and Divination classroom. They hadn't chosen potions since the sixth grade. class.

Snape stood indifferently in the classroom as always, and he wrote down the detailed production method on the blackboard. In this class, they needed to make the euphoria potion, a potion that could bring happiness to those who took it.

There weren't many students in the Potions class, and those who could persist until the seventh grade and still come to Potions class had more or less resisted Snape's air-conditioning and poisonous tongue.

Danica added a small peppermint privately outside the production instructions, which she saw in the notes of the Half-Blood Prince.Sure enough, the potion was successfully prepared.

When she handed in the potion, Snape checked the potion and glanced at her again, "...Did you make it according to the instructions?"

"I added a little peppermint, Professor," Danica said.

"I think even after all this time, you still haven't given up the habit of making your own decisions." Snape put the tube of potion on the shelf indifferently. "Starting tonight, a week of confinement."

The other students gave her sympathetic looks, hurriedly handed in their homework and left the classroom, only the two of them were left in a blink of an eye.

Snape cleaned up the classroom, "I have to find an excuse to tutor you." He swung his wand and closed the windows, "I hope you're ready, five o'clock in the evening, in the cellar office, don't be late."

"Okay, Professor Snape." With that, Danica left the classroom. At this time, there was hardly anyone in the corridor, and the students were now eating dinner in the auditorium.She hurried down the empty corridor, heading towards the auditorium.

A hand grabbed her suddenly and dragged her behind the doorpost.

"Fred, why are you here?" Danica was taken aback.

"I was waiting for you," Fred said with a smile, "do you remember me now?"

Danica glanced left and right, pushed him a few steps into the dark corner, "I remember everything now, Professor Dumbledore asked Professor Snape to teach me Occlumency, I will never do it again Use the Pensieve."

Fred was a little surprised, and he was about to hug her, "Then we—"

"We still keep a certain distance," Danica pushed his chest hard, "Don't think that Hogwarts is [-]% safe, Slytherin has more than a dozen children whose parents are Death Eaters, and they It would be a fatal thing to tell the parents again. Fred, I can't let Voldemort hear the wind."

He withdrew his hand in frustration, his head bowed like a downcast big dog.Danica felt guilty for a while, and she stepped forward to give Fred a hug, "Or, underground love, do you want to try it?"

At five to five in the evening, Danica also bumped into Harry on her way to Snape's office, who looked a little downcast.

"Hi Danica, long time no see. Are you here to see Fred?" Harry forced a smile, "Miss them, he and George have been experimenting with comatose marshmallows on some first-year students recently, and Hermione is going to be pissed died."

"Oh, no. I'll go to Professor Snape for detention," Danica said.

A sympathetic wry smile appeared on Harry's face, "I'll go to detention too, Professor Umbridge's."

"Too bad," Danica said, looking at her watch. "We'll talk another day, the time is running out and I have to go. See you later, Harry."

She hurried to the ground and stopped outside Snape's office door, ready to adjust her shortness of breath before knocking on the door.

"Wilson, you're two minutes late, stop panting like a cow outside my door, come in!" Snape's stern voice suddenly came from behind the door panel, startling her.

Danica hurriedly opened the door and went in. Snape was sitting in a dim room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy stuffed animals floating in colorful potions.She couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"Close the door behind you, Wilson." Snape glanced at the chair opposite the desk, "and sit here."

Danica closed the door as he ordered, and sat down across from him obediently.

"Dumbledore asked me to teach you Occlumency, so first of all, I want to tell you that this is a spell that can prevent the mind from being invaded and affected by magic." Snape said slowly in a low voice , "Useful for dealing with insanity. A person with insanity can study someone else's mind in certain situations and interpret it correctly. So that person can almost always see that someone is lying to him. Only A person who is good at Occlumency can seal the feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and lie in front of him without being detected."

Snape pulled his wand out of his robes and stood up, "Let's try. I know you can't resist in front of the Dark Lord, now I'm here to enter your brain, you can use any method you can think of to defend yourself, Come resist."

Danica gripped her wand tightly, "Okay, Professor, I'm ready."

"Insomnia!"

The familiar feeling came along with the sense of fear, Danica was forced to look back at the past memory, her face turned pale all of a sudden, her hands trembled and she almost couldn't hold her wand.

She watched Stacy's smiling face as she walked into the bedroom with her luggage for the first time, saw Roger on the Quidditch pitch, Cedric's invitation at the door of the Hufflepuff lounge, Fred with her Kissing in the train toilet... Danica suddenly heard a firm voice in her head, you have to resist, these cannot be seen by others——

"Except your weapons!"

She saw the office scene again, Snape's wand being knocked out.Danica gripped the arm of the chair tightly, panting.

"Your ability to resist is a little weak, you let me see too much." Snape was a little disappointed, "Now, close your eyes, clear your mind, get rid of all distracting thoughts, concentrate your thoughts, don't think, don't Remember, don't feel."

"Again, I'll count to three, one—two—three—Insomnia!"

Danica only rested for a few seconds, and was dragged into the memory by him again. She saw Cedric lying on the grass with blank eyes, and Aunt Jane was hit by the death curse she issued... She tried her best to control Stay sad, think about Snape's words, don't think about anything, don't remember anything.

Snape paused, "It's better this time, I only saw a small part."

Danica didn't know when she slipped from the chair and fell to her knees on the ground. She let go of the wand she had held tightly just now. The nail marks were deeply imprinted on the palm of her hand, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on her face.

She slowed down for a while, and slowly got up from the ground.Snape looked at her indifferently, and continued, "But I saw your most feared memory, which is equivalent to giving me a weapon! If you can't control your emotions and wallow in sad memories, then he will It's easy to invade your mind."

"Empty your mind and do it again, Remembrance!"

Danica felt that this was just a game, and she tried to let herself go as much as possible without thinking about anything.The movie that seemed to be playing back was suddenly turned off by her, and after a while, Snape removed the spell.

Snape sat on the chair wearily, "It's much better than the first time. I think tonight can end here, and we can continue tomorrow night."

"Okay, Professor." Danica felt that all her strength was exhausted.

"You get rid of all emotions every night before you go to bed—to keep your mind blank and calm, understand?"

"clear."

Danica stood up slowly and walked toward the door.When she opened the door, she heard Snape say something softly and barely audibly.

"If you want to hide from that person, you still have a lot to learn."

The author has something to say:

1. Er... I hope that if you can't read this article, you can silently cancel the bookmark, and we will meet by chance and never see each other again.After all, I just wrote this article because of a kind of love for the role of Fred, and I am not sure whether I will open up new pits in the future.I am learning a major that has nothing to do with writing in real life. I have a lot of homework and things to be busy. I can persist because of my love.I will try my best to finish writing this article before disappearing.

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