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Harry stood in the middle of the cold and dark Snape's office, with his back to the sofa and his face to the greasy black old bat - he watched Snape pull out a sticky sticky stick with his wand to his temple. A silver object that looked like tangled threads was thrown into the copper basin.He didn't have time to ask anything, Snape came to him after placing the basin, there were three steps between them, Snape's pale face was gloomy all day long, like someone—maybe it was Named Potter - owed him millions of galleons.

Harry's heart rose involuntarily, and he stroked the wand in his pocket through the layer of fabric of his school uniform.

Maybe Snape would take the opportunity to kill him, or attack him if he couldn't.

No, he should trust Snape a little bit, Hermione also persuaded him, Dumbledore would not find a really vicious person as a professor - but, their annual defense against the dark arts professor is not a proof of Deng Bullido can also be unreliable at times.

"Now, Potter, take out your wand." Snape stared blankly at the nervous Potter in front of him who was almost bristling.

"Wait, Snape, Professor! You didn't tell me about Occlumency, what are we going to do next?" Harry yelled as he took out his wand, clenching his fingers tightly. Afraid of an unexpected attack from the opposite side.

"I will enter your brain," Snape's voice was as soft as the snow drifting outside the window, but Harry shivered from the cold, "Occlumency requires the determination to resist invasion, and now let's verify it Your determination - Remembrance!"

The attack was as unexpected as Harry had imagined, he had no time to move, and a force mixed with evil thoughts surged towards his brain, stinging him endlessly.

And almost instantly, he felt that his memory was flipped involuntarily, as if a cold metal rod twisted his brain into a mess.

His memories were flipped through from childhood to adulthood, and the scene of him weeding in the scorching sun appeared in his mind in the first grade of elementary school. It hadn't been a few seconds, but Harry only felt that it had been a long time, so long that the sweat fell into him He couldn't keep his eyes open, and then he was forced up a tree by one of Aunt Marge's terriers, while his cousin, fat and strong Dudley, stood under the tree and laughed, as if he It was the clown they invited to entertain them...

Why should he look through his memory!This is his privacy!

Harry clenched his wand violently, he couldn't remember what had happened, the buzzing in his recovering mind and the power that didn't belong to him had indeed disappeared.

He noticed a streak of blood appearing on his arm, and the sting distracted him.

"Self-mutilation is a good way to pause." Snape sneered, his hand caressing his wand. "You should be glad this is teaching, and your enemies won't just let you go."

"My enemy, Snape, are you talking about yourself?" Harry lowered his blood-dripping arm, glaring at Snape.

"Disrespect the professor, 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Snape deducted points unmoved, and he raised his wand again.

It made Harry's eyes widen, and he couldn't help but back away, but his courage prevented his cowardice.

"Now we'll go on." Snape eyed Harry indifferently.

"But you didn't tell me what to do." Harry panted, his brain still hurting, the feeling of being invaded earlier made him sick, it was very uncomfortable.

"You need to clear your mind," was all Snape said. "Three-two-one, then." The spell was fired again at Harry, who was three paces away.

Harry's eyes snapped shut, he forced himself to think about nothing - clear his mind - he needed to clear his mind, how to do it?don't think about anything?

But in such a short moment, he had no time to do anything, and the force mixed with malice turned his brain over again.A lot of memories flashed in an instant, and he didn't realize when they belonged to.

And then, the fragments of memories that quickly emerged stopped instantly, and a recent memory was pushed into his mind to occupy the entire screen.

That was - the potion he'd been scolded by Snape for being worthless in the daytime class in the Room of Requirement and finally cleaned up - and he'd gotten another T for it in the class.

But when he did it again, there was no Snape or Ron, just Prince, his ghostly friend.They were so jovial in memory, as though they weren't making potions but discussing Quidditch or something else that made him laugh.

Umbridge's suspension seems to be old news after a century.

When the potion was finished, he and Prince smiled at each other.

That pearly white transparent figure was so bright, shining in his fragmentary memory.

no, go away!Snape couldn't see this!He will hurt his friend!

The only thought on Harry's mind was that he had to stop Snape, he had to stop the lesson!

In an instant, his hand moved suddenly, the wand in his hand pointed at Snape but at himself confusedly as he spoke the spell.

Snape disarmed Harry, who frowned as the boy fell backward on the back of the couch as the spell struck him.

"Potter, pretending to be dizzy won't stop your lessons." Snape said coldly, suddenly realizing something was wrong, he stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder, but the boy didn't respond.

"What did you do?" Snape passed through the study door when he heard the sound, his pupils narrowed suddenly when his gaze caught on to Harry who was lying on the ground.

He stepped forward quickly, snapped Snape's hand free, and hugged Harry.

"He's bleeding." Snape frowned disapprovingly, he let go of his hands and changed position to pick Harry up again, his right arm wrapped around Harry's shoulders while his left passed under his knees, With Harry's forehead resting under his chin, his gentle breath rubbed against the skin on his neck—even though he was still pale now, but he could feel it—thanks to the good-for-nothing old man beside him Touched Harry, didn't he?

Snape turned around with Harry and stared at himself in this time and space who couldn't even attend class well.

"I didn't do it. Potter hurt himself first, and then cast a stun spell on himself, which shows how determined he is to refuse to go to class." Snape did not forget to sneer at this time.

"Is this how Occlumency teaching is? Are you sure it's not because of your private goods, or what you really want to do is corporal punishment?" Snape carefully placed Harry in his arms on the sofa, how aggressive his movements were Gentle, the expression on his face is so cold.

"That's a Potter." Snape narrowed his eyes, like an enraged snake, raised his body, revealing the letter of the snake, secretly pumping out his poisonous glands.He assessed the young man in front of him for Potter.

And what he found only served to fuel his rage soaring, wishing he could strangle Potter, who was sleeping comfortably in a mess and served by his young self.

"I'm not blind." Snape snorted coldly.After he used a wandless hemostatic spell, he drew a bandage, but he couldn't touch it, which made him annoyed by his ghost state, so he could only hold Harry's hand and manipulate his wand to complete the bandage.

Although Harry's wand did not cooperate, the simple bandaging was barely completed.

"What did you see?" Snape turned to meet his older self's gaze.They looked similar but different, the person opposite had marks on his body and face over time, grinding him into a lonely bastard full of edges and corners.

If it is not certain that this is him in this time and space, they have the same soul, he really wants to kill him.

No, he is not himself in 20 years.

He doesn't admit that his future looks like this.

"You get so happy with Potter that you get carried away and don't want to go back?" Snape looked coldly at this young self who was stupid enough to have a heart-to-heart with Potter.

"You act like a dirty voyeur," Snape snapped back.

He said again, "This is the first class, you don't need to hack his brain, or are you just looking for an excuse to look through his memory? You didn't tell him the point-oh, I figured it out, You don't want Harry learning Occlumency at all."

"You call him Harry?" Snape seemed to be burned by this reality, and he glared angrily at the pearly white in front of him who didn't look like a living person but was so fresh that the memories of his student days began to be mottled and washed away. A heavy and bright young self.

He never realized that he was so brave and rebellious 20 years ago.

How could he be happy with a Potter!

Oh, of course, he hadn't lived through the werewolf incident, he hadn't known how disgusting the Potter quartet was - he had nearly died at their hands.

"It's just a name, and it's meant to be called by people." Snape calmly acted as if it was really just a name, and there was no other emotion in it.

He immediately noticed Harry, who was unconscious before, groaning softly, and he lowered his head and reached out to stroke the furry head.

"Don't tell him I've been here unless you want to be the first to make it public." Snape glanced at his older self and floated back behind the study door again.

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