HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Snape got the news that Potter had left school in the middle of the night the next day - Umbridge was pissed off, even though Dumbledore explained that something had happened to the Weasleys and that it was Christmas the next day Have a holiday.

But no matter how annoyed the High Commissioner of the Ministry of Magic was, as long as Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, she had no right to change the decision he issued as Headmaster.

Umbridge quickly returned to the office knowing that he was bored in the old man's evasive words.

Probably because Umbridge's shriveled appearance was too gratifying, the students who were already excited about the upcoming holiday showed even more joy, and the chirping sound made the dean come to see off the Slytherin students at the station Snape frowned unbearably.He avoided the shadows in the corner, planning to leave early when the students got on the train.

"Severus." Dumbledore raised his eyes and stopped Snape who was about to leave.He and Snape looked at each other for a while, saw the other party nodded slightly in understanding, and then turned back to organize the children's order.

Back in the office, Snape was already waiting inside.He folded his arms, leaning against the fireplace in the headmaster's office, and was looking at the new magical instrument in Dumbledore's office.

Seeing this, Dumbledore conjured up a chair for him to sit down as usual, and told him what happened the night before.

Snape mused, "Why did Potter see that snake?"

"According to Harry, he should be the snake—he sees it from the snake's point of view," said Dumbledore.

"So Potter saw himself attacking Weasley?"

Dumbledore nodded.The Potions Professor frowned immediately: "You once said that Potter's scar had some kind of connection with the Dark Lord, but this time it's obviously not Potter and the Dark Lord that are connected...but the snake... ..."

He muttered to himself for a while, unable to find a clue because he didn't have enough clues, but the dream this time was clearly not a small problem that could be easily ignored.

Dumbledore waited for him to straighten out his thoughts and look up again, before he said, "I want to know what you think of this, Severus?"

"I think that if Potter really connected with the snake's mind—" he said slowly, considering his words, "that would make no sense. You said that there was some kind of connection between Potter and the Dark Lord. A special connection, but unless the Dark Lord is the snake, there's no reason Potter should be connected to Nagini."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows—Snape didn't know about the Horcruxes, but such an inference was obviously very close to what he had conjectured.

"Assuming the Dark Lord had attached his mind to the snake, it would make sense," Snape said. "The Dark Lord used his mind to control the snake to attack Weasley, and Bo Because of the special connection with the Dark Lord—from the current point of view, it is obviously a connection in thinking, and he saw what the Dark Lord saw. There is only one doubtful point in this inference," he said, looking up at Mr. Principal, as if thinking Get answers from him.

"Why did the Dark Lord mind-control that snake? He's a Parseltongue, isn't he?"

The old man laughed: "That's right, Severus, it looks like you and I are very close to the answer - the only difference is that I know more information than you do."

The man snorted a little smugly: "Since the link between Potter and the Dark Lord is a mind link, then there is a very simple solution - Occlumency." He paused and quickly added, " Naturally, I'm not sure if it's really simple for Potter's mind - I sometimes suspect that he has a King's Cross station in his mind, and the sound of those thoughts rumbling by is so loud that you will be surprised."

"We've got to try, don't we?" said Dumbledore. "I suppose, with the best Occlumency masters teaching him, he should understand somewhat?"

Snape smirked back. "I doubt it very much, but since you're willing to try—"

"Then Harry will be in your hands, Severus." The headmaster smiled.

The smile on the corner of the Potions Professor's mouth suddenly froze strangely - he thought Dumbledore meant to teach Potter the Occlumency himself. "Me?" He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, "You know that I have always been at odds with Potter—if I were to teach Potter's Occlumency, I'm afraid that one day he would rush into Into the Dark Lord's mind!"

He's probably already done that, Dumbledore thought, with the same smile on his face: "Got to try, Severus. I think as long as you treat Harry with a better attitude, it's a good idea." It will help."

"Why didn't you ask Potter to learn Occlumency from you?" Snape asked. "Since you can make my Occlumency enough to fool the Dark Lord, it shouldn't be a problem to teach a mere Potter. Besides , Potter adores you - that's a good start in itself."

"I'm afraid, Severus, that it won't do any good for Harry to see me too often," he said, "especially if Voldemort still maintains a mind-link with him. Stimulates the gentleman, and there is a danger of counterattacking Occlumency - I'm afraid there are things in my brain that he must never know about, although, I admit, the possibility of Harry counteracting my spell Very little sex."

Snape pursed his lips in displeasure: "Is it a matter of course that what's in my head can be seen by Potter at will?"

Dumbledore's face showed regret.

"I'm not bragging - I'm afraid the secrets of your brain are nothing to Voldemort compared to the information I already have. If you have any concerns about that, Severus, I can I lend you the Pensieve."

Although he knew that what Dumbledore said was indeed true, the Potions Professor’s expression was still a little ugly because of this sentence—this meant that Dumbledore had a lot of secret information that he didn’t tell him, even if the old man said it all. It is he who trusts himself.

"Well," he said at last, displeased, "I'll try to make Potter's brain a little more solid than it already is—but I have to say, I doubt there's anything in his head. Valuable thoughts—I always thought there was nothing there."

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Please do your best."

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