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"From what you said, you think the meaning of this passage is to find someone to sacrifice." Harry said ignorantly, just listening to Snape's endless description, he didn't understand the cause and effect at all, so there was a cloud In the fog, he couldn't see the real meaning clearly, and naturally he couldn't judge whether his guess was correct.

"Not necessarily a human," said Snape dryly, not wanting Harry to mistake him for some sort of sinister magic.

"Prince, can you tell me what this magic does?" Harry originally wanted to ask him if it was black magic, but he remembered that it was written in a book in the forbidden/book area, so he was sure of it It's black magic, so that's another question - not all black magic is that evil, is it?

"This magic has no evil intentions, it's actually magic that works on the state of the soul," Snape didn't want to tell Harry about his research and his origins right now, he boiled everything down to something Harry could understand but couldn't detect For his purposes, "Most soul-related magic is classified as black magic, due to the dangers involved with the soul and the need for delicate manipulations and the strong spirit of the caster so as not to lose oneself."

"So this is the reason why you want to study it, is this the magic that ghosts can use?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Since as you said, it is not for the purpose of achieving evil Intention, again, is the magic that ghosts can use. I think maybe the meaning of this passage is not to find a person to sacrifice, but—" He thought for a while, found a word and continued, "It's, you It needs some kind of support."

"By virtue?" The word bumped back and forth in Snape's throat, even his hoarse voice in the inflection period seemed to be refined by a siphon pot and gave off a mellow fragrance that made him lose his mind.

"Maybe it's the medium. Anyway, it's about relying on someone or something. You thought too profoundly before. I don't think it's that dark. It's that simple—you need to find something you can rely on." Harry Ignoring the slightly itchy lower back, he shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "You are a ghost, maybe this magic can only be performed by borrowing a real object?"

Snape was taken aback when he heard this explanation, "It is indeed possible." His voice trailed off, as if he had a new thought and was immersed in it.

Harry waited quietly, watching the expression on Snape's face, trying to distinguish his expression from the soft pearly white, and Snape's expression didn't change much, which was an even more difficult job .

And he didn't have to wait long, Snape walked to his desk, picked up the open book again, controlled a quill and began to write and draw.

Harry let out a breath, it seemed that he couldn't continue talking to his friend. Snape was now completely hooked on his research.

So Harry went to the bookshelf and took out the half-read adventure novel from last time, sat back on the sofa and continued reading by the flames of the fireplace.

The two people staying in the same room are extremely harmonious, only the sound of quietly turning the pages of the book and the sound of the quill pen writing on the parchment.

After reading a story, Harry walked out, and he went to finish his dinner and pick up his homework along the way.

Snape didn't look up when the door opened, and now his whole brain was pondering over the words in the book, maybe he had really thought too much before.The magic described in this book basically did not use blood and sacrifices, but what he was looking for was a way to enable souls without entities to touch the real world.

If it wasn't for the soul, this magic might still be classified as white magic. After all, the method he was looking for was a bit like "curing" a certain abnormal state-after all, he was still alive.So it is not an unreasonable request that violates the laws of nature, such as resurrecting the dead.

If he was quicker and sorted out all the problems he encountered before along this line of thought, then he would be able to touch Harry in a short time, instead of waiting for the old man in the cellar to touch Harry, which would make him feel uncomfortable. He is crazy.

Once the spell was done, he'd be able to have a talk with the old man to keep him away from Harry.

He doesn't need him anymore.

When Harry arrived in the Great Hall on Monday morning, he was stunned.

"Didn't you get the news before?" Ron poked his friend who was clearly in the unexpected surprise.

Harry shook his head, still quite surprised. After sitting down, he raised a glass of milk at his old friend Remus Lupine who was also the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after Umbridge. cup.

"It's only now that I know that Sirius has been busy hunting down Peter Pettigrew since school started, and he hasn't contacted me yet." Harry whispered to Ron.

Sirius is still a fugitive from the Ministry of Magic, and he can't blatantly call his godfather by name.

Of course, he didn't practice with Sirius, which is also because he went to Prince every day so that he forgot about it-he wouldn't say it, let Sirius know that he abandoned him in order to make friends on the side.

How resentful Sirius would be!

Just thinking about it made Harry laugh out loud.

"It's a good thing for our OWLs that Remus has come back to teach, at least the pressure of self-study is much less." Hermione sat down with several tomes in her arms, "So Harry, you really don't have to be so happy It's so bad." She really didn't understand the reason for his friend's smirk.

Harry tried to clear his mind, but the first step in clearing his mind was thinking of Prince, and almost instantly his mind was filled with his friend - so much so that he couldn't bear to take all these images out.

Ah, of course his expression had returned to normal, and it didn't stop him from thinking about his friends, in fact, in order to hide his new friends, he had been taking care that Hermione and Ron wouldn't find out that he was with a strange and withdrawn man. Ghosts make friends, and a Slytherin ghost at that.

Prince is the ghost of Slytherin - oh, his friends are upright and kind and warm, and even the house that takes him isn't so obnoxious, in his opinion.

Moreover, the dark green decoration of their room also looks pretty good, not dark but rather a different kind of warmth—different from the golden red tone that I have seen too much—it is very suitable for their two-person study group.Heck, maybe next time he can go to the kitchen and get some food, with Prince.

I don't know if he minds just watching him eat alone.

If only ghosts could eat.If Prince can touch him...

Harry's mind was so full of his friends that even Trelawney's prediction of his death in Divination class couldn't interrupt his good mood.

Until he quickly ate a bowl of mashed potatoes and rushed to the cellar for the second Occlumency class. As soon as he stepped into the cold, damp and dark Slytherin cellar, all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind were so cold that they were stuffed back into the depths of his brain. up.

Maybe, he didn't practice enough.A week is still too short.

Thinking this way, Harry read the command and opened the door without looking. After walking a few steps inside, he bumped into the solid pedestal.

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor, Potter, do you like throwing yourself into your arms so much?" Snape's cold voice was like water dripping from a pipe. ice pick.

Harry took a step back immediately, his limbs stiffened as if his joints were cracking, and when he raised his head, he saw the stinky old bat's face as sullen as steel.

"I didn't, I was just thinking about something, teach, professor." He didn't forget to add the honorific, lest Snape take the opportunity to deduct points again.

"Thinking about how to seduce a man?" Snape sneered.

"I'm not..." Harry wanted to refute that he wasn't gay, but somehow his ghost friend popped up in his mind, and he couldn't say it, "Anyway, I wasn't trying to seduce you, Professor! I He's just here for class!" He held his breath, and his tone rushed to the point where he could confront Snape in the next second.

Those black eyes stared at Harry coldly and suspiciously, as if he was lying.

Harry felt that there was more evil than good, and he bravely met Snape's eyes without concealing any reason, forcing his professor to turn his attention to the Occlumency class, "Can we start the class?"

He also wanted to finish looking for Prince sooner!

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After sorting out the plot, Lupine is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts