[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

After going to Umbridge's office again and writing sentences for three days straight, the back of Harry's hand was no longer healing properly.

This time Umbridge asked him to write "I can't be presumptuous", and those bloody words were superimposed with the scar from last time, which looked shocking.

"I think," Umbridge approached him slowly, with an ugly smile on his face, at the end of the last day of confinement, "this time should give you a better memory, Mr. Potter?"

"Remember what, Professor Umbridge?" Harry looked at her fearlessly. "Don't throw the lizard heart on your head? I told you it wasn't on purpose."

If you dare to have crooked thoughts about Snape, next time you will throw a crocodile heart at you!thought Harry puffed up.

Umbridge seemed about to get angry, but she took a deep breath, and the smile on her face grew sweeter.

"You seem to think you are very brave," Umbridge said softly, "always trying to bring some obstacles to my work. I want to remind you, don't try to go against the Ministry of Magic, or—"

As soon as she grabbed Harry's hand, her nails dug into the wound on the back of his hand. Harry cried out in pain and tried to shake her off, but she didn't let go, "You can try, this hand is still there." How long can I last—I have enough patience to spend with you!"

Harry's consciousness was a little blurred by the pain, and the pain in his hand was almost nothing. The moment Umbridge held his hand, the scar on Harry's forehead suddenly felt a sharp pain. It was as if someone had split his head in half with an axe.

Umbridge slowly let go of him triumphantly, and the pain eased little by little. Harry gasped and gradually regained consciousness.

"You can go," Umbridge smirked, "have a good dream, Mr. Potter, and good night."

Harry stumbled out of Umbridge's office, a vague doubt flashed in his heart, but he couldn't catch it.

At six o'clock on a Monday night, Harry was walking towards Snape's office and met the Weasley twins on the way.

"Hey, Harry!" George - or Fred - waved to him cheerfully.

"Hi! George, Fred! You're going to—" Harry was surprised to see that the inside of their robes was bulging, and what looked a little like some weird-looking fireworks.

"Oh—if you can pretend you didn't see—"

"Even if you saw—"

"We trust you will never tell—"

"In fact—"

"Our new Senior Investigator—"

"We have prepared some small programs—"

Fred—or George winked at him.

"Where are you going, Harry?"

"Oh—I—" Harry had to lie, "I... have to go to remedial Potions."

"Ah...it must be very painful, right?"

"Hmm...not...not bad." Harry smiled sheepishly.

In fact, it's not only good, it's really great, isn't it!

Saying goodbye to the mischievous Weasley twins, Harry came to Snape's office.

Pushing open the door, Harry saw Snape with his back turned to him, using his wand to pull out wisps of silvery, liquid-like, gaseous thoughts from his temples, and put them into a shallow stone basin on the table. .

"Professor?" Harry walked over and looked curiously, "This isn't the one in Professor Dumbledore's office—"

"—the Pensieve." Snape scowled, as if impatient, but Harry knew that was just the appearance.

Snape cast a cold glance at Harry, but began to teach him with a serious face.

"Now that you have mastered the trick of emptying your mind," Snape said in a low voice, "if you want to go further, you have to experience the feeling of searching for other people's memories—this process can only be understood but cannot be described in words, you will be invading Other people's brains are more aware of the loopholes in their own minds that need to be defended."

Harry was so thoughtful that he didn't notice that Snape's eyes fell on the back of his hand from time to time.

"But... sir, you mean I have to—use Legilimency on as many people as possible? This...isn't that good?"

Who wants to open his mind to practice?

Harry pictured himself politely making a request to Ron or Neville, hey - can I go inside your brains?They would probably think he was really crazy.

"Put away your useless worries," Snape said coldly, controlling himself to look away from the back of Harry's hand, "Next you can use Legilimency on me—remember, carefully Feel that feeling."

"Really, sir?" Harry's eyes lit up.

Snape snorted and asked with a sneer, "What are you thinking?"

"No... I didn't think about anything, sir."

Snape knew what was going on in the little troll's mind without looking, and he sneered, "It's just to let you experience that feeling, don't even try to see anything, it's all in—" He nodded with his chin Pensieve, "In there."

Harry sighed in disappointment.

Snape carried the Pensieve into the cabinet and carefully closed the glass door.

"Raise your wand," Snape turned and stood two or three steps away from Harry, "Think about what I did before, and remember, keep your tone firm."

"Legislasia!"

Facing Snape, Harry spoke the spell excitedly.

Snape's black eyes were dazed for a moment, and Harry entered Snape's brain without any hindrance, but of course he couldn't see any useful memories—all of them were locked in the cabinet by Snape.

Harry felt very strange now, the picture in front of him seemed to be divided into two layers, the Snape in front of him and the space in his mind seemed to overlap, and Harry couldn't help looking at Snape in front of him fascinated.

Snape, who let go of his defenses, didn't look cold at all. He stood in front of Harry with a serious expression, his eyes purely looking forward.

Harry couldn't help but want to hug him—

And he really did.

Snape suddenly felt a warm body fall into his arms, and his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Po, Potter!" Snape woke up suddenly, opened his hands angrily, and was a little bit reluctant to break free from the warm feeling that seemed to melt people's hearts.

"Get out... get out!"

"Hey hey..." Having successfully taken advantage of it, Harry accepted it as soon as it was good. He quickly stepped back a few steps to prevent Snape from casting a jinx on him in anger.

Snape stood there in a daze, then he quickly raised his head and roared at him through gritted teeth: "Damn Potter! How dare you—"

"Professor! Professor! I was wrong... really wrong!" Harry hurriedly shook his hands at him, smiling flatteringly.

Snape's eyes fell uncontrollably on Harry's hand again.

"...What's going on?" Snape coughed, turned his eyes away pretending to be indifferent, and asked him in the most indifferent tone.

"Ah? This...it's nothing." Harry scratched his head with a smirk. "Professor Umbridge punished me for writing sentences. That pen probably has some special charm. I asked Madam Pomfrey for it." Some ointment, but it doesn't seem to help..."

Snape pursed his lips and stared at him, endured and endured, finally flung his robe resentfully, and walked around behind the workbench, making all kinds of glass bottles rattle, Harry craned his neck to watch curiously.

In less than 5 minutes, Snape brought out a bowl, in which was black and steaming concoction.He slammed the bowl onto the desk, and the black concoction shook dangerously, almost spilling more than half of it.

"Come here, Potter." His tone was rough, but Harry didn't mind.

"Give... me something to drink?" Harry looked at him with unconcealed surprise, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

Snape sighed weakly, gave him a sideways glance, and didn't even want to say more sarcasm, anyway, this little troll has no face and no skin, "Mortla's antennae sour juice, put your hands in it."

Harry happily put his hand into the bowl, feeling the pain relieved a lot.