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Except for potion making and endless homework, almost all of their time was spent on Defense Against the Dark Arts.Both Harry and Snape shared a similar fascination with Quidditch, second only to Harry's passion for Quidditch.Of course Quidditch was unreplaced, and Snape couldn't help his distaste for broomsticks.

"How to break the black magic of spiritual attack?" Harry sat on the sofa and flipped through the book he had "borrowed" from the forbidden/book section for a long time, when he suddenly thought of something, he touched Snape beside him with his knee.

"If it's probing then there's no doubt that Occlumency is the best choice. If it's destructive then you'll need a protective spell to protect your brain." Snape replied simply, reaching out and taking Harry's hand Pull and tuck back under the blanket.Then, muttering in his mouth, he cast the Wandless Charm to make the book float in front of them.

During this time, he has used wandless magic so much that he is now able to perform fine manipulations, such as turning the pages of a book.This is indeed a practical approach. —and he was able to hold Harry's hand.Of course he can put his hands elsewhere as well.

"So it's still Occlumency." Harry pursed his lips, "This is really a very useful magic."

"Keeping your mind clear and undisturbed from the outside world and from other people's exploration of your mind is indeed a useful magic spell," Snape said.

"Do you remember that offensive spell we saw yesterday that stuffed a disgusting memory into someone's brain?" Harry asked, his fingers unconsciously stroking Snape's hand, which was holding him too, too. Thin, but the fingers are very long, with distinct bones.Harry touched and touched unconsciously, getting carried away with nostalgia.

"Occlumency can work, too. The magic works by stuffing memories and breaking the caster's mind," Snape said, "but if modified, the spell isn't as dangerous. So why would you mention it?"

His big nose touched Harry's forehead.They were too close to be defenseless, and now they were used to each other's breath lingering in their breath.

"I was just thinking we've read so many books and so much Dark Arts." Harry stopped when he said this, and looked at Snape, he only felt that the pale lips were a little dry , so he raised his head so impulsively and kissed him.

Then he turned his face away, shyness took control of his brain, and he continued, "I mean, we can also try to create a black magic and its counter-spell. Doesn't this prove that our research on Defense Against the Dark Arts The technique is still rewarding.”

"You want to prove your learning from the creation principle of the spell and the establishment of its counter-spell." Snape distilled the central idea of ​​Harry's words.

Harry nodded, and he twisted a bit, "So I want to start with black magic on the spiritual level, and create a magic with low damage but I don't want Occlumency to resist it." He stated his purpose, and he licked He licked his lips and continued, "We can do this together, you think about black magic and I think about counterspells, or the other way around. But I don't understand black magic as well as you do, I mean—" He scratched Scratching his hair, "Although we have read books together for so long, and I have a new understanding of black magic, I still hate those powerful and curse-like magic."

"Since you hate them so much, this might be an opportunity." Snape's voice was like melting snow, and there was a deep warmth in it, "You come to think of a spell for what you want to achieve, and I can guide you. ' His hand grabbed Harry's right hand and covered it.

"And we can think about its anti-curse together."

"That's it! This is the task we gave ourselves. The time will start from today - until the third week. Let's construct a mind-controlling magic together and find its counter-curse." Haha Leigh smiled happily as he spoke, his hand held that hand behind his back, his little finger curled up to hook Snape's little finger, and the two of them ticked off together.

"How childish." Snape laughed at Harry for believing in tick boxes.

He reached out and pulled Harry into his arms, bringing them closer, Harry's calf was almost entangled with his, so that the sofa that could barely accommodate two people seemed less crowded.Then the two read the book floating in mid-air while touching each other's heads.

And in the days that followed, Harry thought they would be spending time exploring new magic, but he didn't expect that what Snape told him that he could teach him Occlumency was true.

He never thought that ghosts could also learn magic. He always thought that even if ghosts could learn magic, his level would always be fixed at the moment of his death and he would not learn new things—otherwise, what is the difference between him and a living person?You can learn even after death, and you can create new things.

That's right, they will create a new magic!Thinking about it this way, it might not be so surprising that Prince learned Occlumency.Even the speed at which he learned this magic didn't surprise him, who made his boyfriend such a genius, even if others didn't think so, he believed so firmly——Prince had nothing in his heart cannot.

"Emptying your mind is the first step, which is the premise of Occlumency." Snape stood in front of Harry, and he took out a black ribbon three fingers wide.

"So Snape was right." Harry pursed his lips, still puzzled, "but it doesn't stop Legilimency."

"After emptying your brain, you need to build a barrier to isolate your thinking from the outside world. At the same time, you need to construct a memory around the barrier that can deceive others." Snape told Harry one by one about his experience in learning Occlumency. When he was done, he took off Harry's glasses and put the ribbon over Harry's eyes.

"Is this necessary?" Harry muttered, but he sat there and didn't back away, accepting the blindfold obediently.

"Necessary." Snape said, his fingers lightly touching the lower eyes through the ribbon, he could feel the eyeballs rolling under the eyelids, and his uneasiness was transmitted from the skin to the thin ribbon.He waited for Harry to calm down, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Now clear your mind and don't think about anything."

"But it's impossible to think about nothing during the use of Occlumency." Harry couldn't help but reach out and lift the corner of the blindfold. When he noticed the other's downcast face, he blinked and stuck out his tongue Hands down, keeping eyes blindfolded.

"That's after you learn it. Under the protection of Occlumency, your wild imagination can climb to the moon." Snape was expressionless. He carefully checked the tightness of the ribbon, tightened it and continued Say, "Since I don't have a wand, I won't use Insomnia on you."

He swears the little bastard breathed a sigh of relief after saying that.

Snape snorted inwardly, "But that doesn't mean I'll let you down so much that you think it's an easy lesson. I have other ways to attack your brain."

"I know." Harry nodded, he smiled, then the smile faded, and soon he said again, "Now that I've cleared my mind, what do I do next?"

"You can think of your brain as a lake, and you need to build a dam in the middle, surround your whole mind, keep some irrelevant things out, and then rely on the dam you built to adjust and be locked in. The small pond outside." Snape tried to describe the whole process in an easy-to-understand manner, but in fact it was a rather delicate operation—maybe he should start with the structure of his mind, so that Harry would know how to make the magic Flow through has a preconceived notion instead of relying on imagination as it does now.

"I still don't understand." Harry looked confused, he didn't understand the principle of the dam at all, "Can you explain it more simply? Or—or," he suddenly thought, and the flash of inspiration made him A big smile broke out on his face, "You can use this magic on me, so I will know how it is achieved."

It's a pity that Harry's eyes were blindfolded otherwise he would have seen a compromising "I can't help you" look on his boyfriend's face, just for a split second.

Soon Harry felt his face being cupped tenderly, and the next moment their foreheads were touching.

"Don't turn me down," Snape said.

As soon as the words fell, Harry felt an infusion of magical power that did not belong to him. He was so sharp, but he seemed to have put away a sharp sword light at the top, so blunt that he would not feel the sting, although Still unwell.

He tried to adjust himself to it, inside his brain, it increased the number of sweat drops on his brow every where it went.By the time Snape left, Harry was sweating profusely, and his hair was wet against his head, not so shaggy, and even steaming at the top.

Breathing heavily, Harry plucked off the uncomfortably wet ribbon.

"I seem to know how to perform this magic." Harry caught the last sliver of inspiration after being dazed, and he licked his lips. He did remember the route Snape's magic took in his brain.

That feels pretty good!It's as if they're fused together, in another sense, inseparable from each other.

"Are you sure?" Snape frowned slightly, disbelief in his eyes.

"It's true." Harry grinned, throwing himself into his arms, wrapping his arms around him tightly, looking up at Snape from the warm embrace, "but before the test, maybe you Will you want to try to see how I learn resistance magic in other places?"

"Not much." Snape hummed softly.

Harry was laughing muffled, his breath and laughter passing through the fabric and into his chest. Snape picked him up expressionlessly, and walked towards the bed not far away, "Your whole body and soul have long surrendered to the enemy, you are a complete traitor."

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The little professor who works hard to teach, and Harry who doesn't study very hard