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Not even a good Christmas could have prevented Harry from hearing their dreaded Potions teacher Snape sneer after his first Potions class, "The headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter , our 'make-up class' can start. In my office at six o'clock in the evening." When I raised any interest.

After dinner, Harry and Ron Hermione separated in the hall outside the auditorium, "If I don't come back before curfew, you can go directly to Professor McGonagall..." Harry said to Ron with a pale face.

"Yeah, I will! I hope you will at least last a little longer, and I hope I won't see you in the cauldron of the big bat." Ron patted Harry's shoulder earnestly, as if Harry was going to go soon The lair of an evil villain in some fairy tale has died heroically.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Enough is enough, Professor Snape wouldn't do such a thing. Headmaster Dumbledore trusted him and said he was the best Occlumency master in the school, remember!"

Harry shrugged, sighed, turned and walked towards the basement, he would rather learn from Mr. Dumbledore, the second best headmaster in Occlumency...

Snape's office was in the cellar, right next to the Potions classroom. Harry had never entered the Potions classroom. He walked past the Potions classroom and stopped for a while in front of a further door. Harry felt his internal organs Melting, being tutored by Snape alone... there was probably nothing worse in the world.Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and entered.

The dark, gloomy style of the office and the potion classroom seem to be withdrawn. There are shelves everywhere, and there are hundreds of large and small glass bottles on them. herbarium.The other wall is full of books, and there's even a ladder to climb up to get to books on shelves almost two stories high.

But Harry's attention was soon drawn to a shallow stone basin on an old desk, engraved with some mysterious symbols.Harry was going to go up and look at the stone basin.

"Close the door, Potter." Snape's cold voice came from the shadows of the room, startling Harry - was Snape already in the office? !He just didn't see him at all!

Harry closed the door stiffly and turned around. Snape had already walked into the light and was sitting behind the desk. He silently glanced at the chair opposite the desk, and Harry sat in it.Snape stared at Harry unblinkingly, expressionlessly.

"Well, Potter, you know what you're here for," Snape said abruptly. "The headmaster asked me to teach you Occlumency, I think it's because the headmaster has the power to delegate unpleasant tasks to poor people who are already busy. Potions Professor." He drawled emphatically the 'unpleasant errand', and then sighed artificially, "Unfortunately, I guess I can only hope that you perform better than you did in Potions." A little bit smarter."

"Yes. Uh, yes, sir..." Harry didn't dare to speak too much, but when he saw the corner of Snape's drooping mouth, he suddenly remembered that he should add 'sir' when answering the professor's question. Or 'Professor' - Snape especially valued this.

Hearing that Harry added 'sir' at the end, Snape's face returned to the expressionless and indifferent look, and Harry breathed a rare sigh of relief in his heart.

"Occlumency, a spell that prevents the mind from being invaded by outsiders. It is a relatively obscure type of magic, but it is very useful." Snape began to lecture without warning, his empty eyes still staring at Harry, "and The opposite magic, Legilimency, is the extraction of sensations and memories from another person's mind..."

"Is it mind reading?" Harry couldn't help interjecting, and of course, Snape's sneering sarcasm immediately made him regret it, "Look, that's why your potions are so bad—you don't No intention."

"You don't know how to appreciate those subtle differences with your heart." Snape paused for a while, probably savoring the pleasure of disliking Harry, or thinking about how to humiliate him in the next sentence, and then he must have thought of a good idea Seeing that Snape actually showed a smirk, Harry added contemptuously, "It's a pity I can't change the fact that you don't have a brain. Make you wiser."

"Only Muggles talk about 'reading people's hearts'. People's hearts are not a book, you can't read them at will. Thoughts are not carved in your brain, you can't let people read them. People's hearts are complex and multi-layered things ...Oh! Most minds, at least?" said Snape and finally moved his eyes to Harry's head, maliciously.

"However, a person with Legilimency can study other people's minds in certain situations. For example, the master of Legilimency, the Dark Lord, can almost always tell if someone is lying to him. Only those who are extremely good at A person with Occlumency can seal the sense of contradiction between truth and falsehood and true memory when lying, so that he can lie in front of him without being detected."

"I think you know very well why you need to learn this Occlumency, Potter. Even if the ancient magic of Hogwarts guards here, there is no guarantee that the... 'thing' in your head will not How does it affect you."

Snape drew his wand from his robes, and Harry tensed.But he just raised the tip of the stick to his temple and dug it into the greasy roots of his hair.When he took the wand away, there was a strand of silvery stuff attached to the tip, like a thick spider's thread.He tore it apart, and let it fall softly into the stone basin on the table, where it swirled silvery white, neither gas nor liquid—that was a memory, Harry remembered the scene that Sister S did. This is what was shown to everyone in the speech, so is this stone basin the so-called Pensieve?

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more, adding the silvery substance to the stone basin.He didn't explain, just lifted the stone basin carefully to the side shelf, then turned and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Stand up and draw your wand, Potter."

Harry stood up nervously, the two of them were facing each other across the table, it took a few seconds for Harry to remember that Snape told him to take the wand, and then frantically took out the wand from his pocket, he heard Snape disdain Tsk tut twice.

"You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of," Snape said contemptuously.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking at Snape's wand in fear. He hadn't forgotten how Snape knocked Lockhart out with one blow at the Dueling Club before—although Harry hated him very much, but he also admitted that Snape was a very powerful wizard.

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly. "We're going to see your resistance first. Now, get ready, Legilimency!"

Harry didn't react at all. In an instant, the office swayed and disappeared in front of his eyes, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie - when he was five years old, he saw Dudley riding on his new red bicycle , he was filled with jealousy; when he was nine years old, he was chased into a tree by the watchdog Lippie, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn; a year and a half ago, he put on the sorting hat and heard it recommend him to Slytherin …

When Harry felt a sharp pain, opened his eyes, and returned to Snape's office, he found himself lying face down on the ground, his whole face was in pain, especially his nose, which Harry suspected was not there at all. Broken, it must have hit the floor straight up just now.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Snape leaned against the desk, looking at Harry lying on the floor in agony. "The famous Harry Potter has no ability to resist,"

"You saw it all?!" Harry sat up, staring at Snape angrily.

"There are only a few fragments, but that's mainly because I have no interest in Mr. Savior's growth history, not because you actively resisted." Snape curled his lips, and gave an example casually, "Whose dog is that? "

"Aunt Marge's..." Harry whispered, hating Snape to the core, but also full of fear, how could he resist this invisible magic?Harry had no clue.

"You have to concentrate and resist with your brain instead of just waving your wand stupidly... but of course, at the level you are... tsk tsk, I think even when cast in Legilimency A Levitation Charm might move me to tears." In order to express his contempt, Snape simply turned around and sat back on the seat behind his work, leaving Harry standing there alone, as if he was holding his hand tightly. It was not a magic wand but a piece of uncooked spaghetti.

Harry felt a deep sense of powerlessness, but some anger welled up again, "I'll try...if you can show me how!" He felt even angrier now.Snape had always looked down on him, finding every opportunity to pick on him, and he dared to say that even if he did everything perfectly together, Snape would still find a way to piss him off.

"Courtesy, Potter," said Snape with a look of ferocity in his dark eyes, "now, close your eyes." Harry gave him a hard look before reluctantly obeying. "Get out of your mind, Potter," Snape said in a cold voice.

Being pointed at by Snape with his wand, who can get rid of distracting thoughts? !

The first period of Occlumency lessons hadn't progressed at all, and Harry had gotten nothing but a bloody nose, smashed glasses, and the rage of having been spied into his past.

"You have private tutoring once a week, but you can't tell anyone. It's in my office at six o'clock on Monday nights, Potter. If anyone asks, say it's Potions tutoring. I think there's no flaw in that reason. I've seen you in No one in my class would deny the need for this." Snape, not one to let anyone who could satirize Harry, ended the evening's private tutoring with acerbic sarcasm.

Harry didn't know how he got to the headmaster's office, he might have forgotten to say goodbye to Snape again in a 'polite' way, or he might have simply slammed the door of Snape's office behind him.

When he pushed open the door of Headmaster Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall was already waiting for him in the room.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall..." Although his head was full of anger, at least Harry hadn't forgotten to say hello to the very respectable dean of Gryffindor.

"Good night, Mr. Potter." McGonagall frowned slightly, watched Harry pull the chair away with a sullen face, opened the diary with Voldemort's soul tablet without saying anything, picked up the quill and wrote Started to write quickly - every day before that, Harry hardly knew how to write.Talking to an evil spirit is a scary thing, and you have to think carefully about what you want to write. McGonagall can understand Harry's previous hesitation, but it makes her a little uneasy about Harry's abnormality today.

See you old Ford~~

The author's mistake

Harry's temper was getting more and more irritable - he didn't think so himself.

"Hey, Harry, your face looks a little pale, are you sure you don't want to eat more?" Ron asked a little worried, and kindly brought Harry a plate of beef pie from the long table.

"No!" Harry sternly refused, and looked at the plate of fried beef pie in disgust.Why didn't Ron know that he mustn't eat something greasy until he was off to Snape's office for that damned Occlumency practice? !He didn't want to be spit out whole in that greasy old bat's office.

"But, man..."

"Shut up Ron!" Harry growled sharply, turned his head to stare at Ron, and was satisfied to see him swallow his saliva and close his mouth in horror, but he didn't notice the expression in Ron's eyes It is so hideous and terrible.

Harry walked off alone.

"Did you see him like that?!" Ron turned his head and stared at Hermione in disbelief, "He's just too much!"

"I know...but he's just been having trouble lately and we should..."

"He's a little troubled? Why don't you care about me? I have troubles too! If he has troubles, he can lose his temper at us everywhere like this?!"

"Ron..." Before Hermione could finish, Ron shook his head and stood up, "That's it, I won't talk to him until he's done with his 'worry'! I'm not his Little follower!"

The days that followed were not any better, Harry's temper became more and more irritable, but his face became paler and paler, and Ron had no intention of reconciling with him at all. Not only did they not talk to each other now, they even treated each other as if they didn't exist , Hermione was caught between the two boys.

"So you're saying Harry's looking worse and worse?" Sylvia shifted her gaze from the ancient notes in her hand to the dejected face of Hermione sitting on the sofa.The little girl suddenly rushed into the empty classroom, sat down on the sofa and started chattering for 10 minutes.

Expressing the pressure accumulated these days in one breath, Hermione realized that she shouldn't talk like this to senior Sylvia who has helped her a lot, although senior Sylvia still looked very calm and didn't seem to mind , but Hermione shrank her neck embarrassedly and nodded.

"Contact with horcruxes will indeed affect people's mind. The production of horcruxes itself uses very cruel soul magic, which represents the darkest emotions, not to mention that the diary is Voldemort's soul piece."

Hermione still couldn't help shaking when she heard the name of 'that person', but she quickly thought of the key point, "Sister, what do you mean, Harry is in danger?!"

Sylvia nodded bluntly, "Yes, but..." She stopped Hermione who was about to rush out of the classroom to find someone with a turning point, "However, his situation like this is exactly what we want to see." Arrived."

"What?" Hermione looked at Sylvia puzzled.

"Because it just proves that he is now in a state of being infiltrated by the diary." Camille's voice came from the door of the classroom. Weeds and a long, pink scar on her face that looked freshly healed—she looked as if she had wrestled something.Hermione stared dumbfounded as Camille walked in as if nothing had happened, took off her wizard robe and threw it aside.

"Hiss!" Hermione gasped. Under Camille's wizard robe was a black racerback vest. The sparse fabric couldn't cover the large scars on her body, including scratches from claws and a whole piece. Yes, Hermione guessed that it was caused by dragging. Although those scars had grown new pink skin, Hermione couldn't imagine how painful it was to cause those scars.

Sylvia stood up from the chair, rushed to Camille in two or three steps, took the wizard robe she had taken off and put it aside, and helped her plan to let her sit on the sofa.

"Hmm..." Camille frowned slightly, and glanced at the left hand held by Sylvia, "It seems to be a little dislocated."

"Going to the hospital wing?" Hermione stood up nervously.

Shaking his head, Camille gave Hermione a strange look, as if her proposal was very strange, and Sylvia gently straightened her messy hair, "Miss Granger doesn't know you yet How strong is your resilience." Although the senior sister said so, Hermione could easily see the distress and reluctance in her silver-blue eyes.

Before Hermione could ask anything, she saw Camille raised her right hand and grabbed her left arm, walked to the wall, snapped her right hand hard, and then slammed it against the wall. Hermione, who was standing by the sofa ten paces away, heard it all.

Camille walked back to the sofa and sat down as if nothing had happened. Sylvia sat on the armrest of Camille's one-person sofa and stroked her black hair. She didn't seem surprised at all. Only Hermione was frightened by her stiff body. pale.

"Why are you standing? Sit." Hermione immediately sat down upright according to Sister Camille's request.

"Senior...you just went...uh, what did you do?" Hermione swallowed and forced herself not to stare at the scars on Senior Camille's body and face.

"No big deal, just to make money." Camille shrugged and took a sip of the water Sylvia handed her, "The golden horns of the Graphorn are quite valuable, I remember they can be made into rare ones Antidote. The temper is a bit irritable. There are so many horns on the head. I don’t take the two largest ones. It’s no good to give me a small one. It’s like clipping nails, and it doesn’t hurt. It will grow again after a month or two. Go back, it's too stingy."

Hermione's eyes widened, she didn't know what to say, if the horned camel that Senior Sister Camille refers to is that [-]X-level magical creature... Hermione felt that she didn't really want to know the details of Senior Sister's weekend 'money' .

"Ahem..." Hermione cleared her throat, and brought the topic back, "Why do you say that Harry is in such a good state? He and Ron have been arguing a lot recently, although I think Ron should be a little more patient... But Harry did say too much."

"This is war, Miss Granger." Sylvia changed her gentle look at Camille and turned to Hermione seriously, "Contacting Horcruxes requires bearing the influence of those negative emotions, and a determined person can Resist it, but actually in order to find the seat in the Chamber of Secrets, we need Harry to be infiltrated by negative emotions, to be controlled by the diary, just like it controlled Ginny before, which is why Principal Dumbledore asked Harry to be around Someone must follow at all times, he may be controlled by the diary at any time, and point us to the way to the secret room."

"This is war, and war is cruel, Miss Granger. Mr. Potter is now facing Voldemort head-on, and his power is being eroded. It is not a comfortable state. When you chose to stand with him in the headmaster's office Fighting Voldemort together, you should bear the emotional ups and downs of Mr. Potter now, he has his task, and you also have your responsibility."

Hermione walked out of Sylvia and Camille's classroom. A cool breeze blew in the corridor. Hermione shivered suddenly. She realized that her back was already wet with sweat. This is war... Hermione had never taken things that seriously, but now it seemed she was wrong, and they were all wrong.Harry is now weak and in pain, that's just contact with Horcruxes, only the Horcruxes that 'that person' made when he was 16 years old, and even Mr. Dumbledore still doesn't know that 'that person' also made Horcruxes How many of these horrible things... the level the three of them passed in the first year seemed like a child's play now... Hermione shuddered again, and she took a deep breath.

She can't be weak, as the senior sister said, she made her promise that day in the principal's office, then she should stick to it, now Harry is suffering, she and Ron are just responsible for enduring some It's just a small grievance, it's not a big deal at all.But it cannot be ruled out that one day, she may need to sacrifice her life, like Harry's mum...

Hermione walked down the spiral stairs of the principal's office on the eighth floor with a heavy face, and stood there waiting for Harry to finish communication in today's diary. After a while, Ron also came. Eun still shows up here every night.

Before he could tell Ron what Sister Sylvia had just said, the stone statue guarding the spiral staircase turned around, revealing the stairs behind it, and Harry stomped down.

"Hey, Harry, how's your day going?" Hermione smiled and walked up, but she stopped after taking two steps, Harry didn't look right - his green eyes were dazed and seemed out of focus There didn't seem to be a sound of Hermione greeting him on anything, either.Harry walked forward in a daze, completely ignoring Hermione and Ron who were standing aside.

"Oh! Hermione is greeting you, you are too..." Ron wanted to rush forward to argue with Harry, but Hermione held him tightly. "There's something wrong with Harry."

"He hasn't been right lately!" Ron seemed still angry, glaring at Harry's back as he left.

"Miss Granger is right." Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore walked down the spiral staircase, she looked ahead worriedly, "I think today is the time, Mr. Potter is under control."

Ron didn't speak anymore. He seemed to remember what Harry was doing recently, his face turned pale, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Professor, you mean that the one controlling Harry now is... 'that person'?"

"Basically yes, but the power of the Horcrux is not very strong, so we can only give a simple order. I think it is to tell him to go to the secret room instead of completely possessing him. Otherwise, with Voldemort's cunning, we will not see it. What's different about Harry." Headmaster Dumbledore's tone was serious but fortunately he didn't sound very worried, "We follow, Minerva, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, you are doing very well , then just leave it to us. Ah! By the way, can I trouble you to find Miss Slytherin? I think the monster in the Chamber of Secrets should be the property of Slytherin. Maybe Miss Slytherin has a better one. How to deal with it."

At this time, a beautiful bird with red and golden feathers flew down the stairs. Dumbledore smiled, "Fox is my pet. It is a phoenix. It will lead Miss Slytherin."