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Fortunately, Professor McGonagall's "excellent performance" did not affect Umbridge's evaluation of this experienced old professor. After all, according to the news, only Divination professor Sybill Trelawney was retained for inspection—meaning Just one more small mistake, and she would pack up and leave.

All Sunday, most of the Gryffindors were out on the grounds enjoying perhaps the last ray of sunshine of the year, while Harry and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room, buried in their books.

"I really should try to do as much homework as possible." Harry sighed in a low voice to himself. He finally finished Professor McGonagall's long paper on non-animal summoning spells, which had just been spread out on the table to deal with Professor Sinistra's equally difficult paper on the many moons of Jupiter.

"Boom!" The sound of Hermione slamming the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook on the table made Harry jump up from his chair.

"Hey...I admit that I have put a lot of focus on Quidditch recently, but Wood has graduated, and Angelina..."

"We can't learn anything about defense against the dark arts from her!"

"Angelina, she's in a hurry...Huh? Wait, what are you talking about?"

Hermione looked angry. "Umbridge!" Harry swore he'd never heard Hermione call a professor by his name without the word 'professor' in front of it.

"Umbridge sucks! This book is literally nothing but paper! We have OWLs this year!"

"Um, yes, but it's too late, isn't it? She's got the job and is destined to stay here, and I think Fudge will make sure of it." Harry said coldly, taking his place again sit down.

"Well," Hermione hesitated for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind after a few seconds, "Well, I was thinking..." She gave Harry a nervous look, and then continued, " I'm thinking... maybe we should just... just do it ourselves!"

"What are you doing?"

"Well... we're going to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts by ourselves," said Hermione, quickly adding, "Just like Sylvia and Sister Camille taught themselves."

"Huh? 'Teach yourself like Sylvia and Camille-senpai'...so why did you two come to us?" In the empty classroom on the fifth floor occupied by Sylvia and Camille for a long time, Camille She moved her eyes from the thick Transfiguration book in her hand to the two Gryffindor juniors standing in front of her.

"I told Hermione that we could go to the library and find some jinxes in the books to practice by ourselves, but..."

Harry was halfway through his explanation when Hermione interrupted, "No, I think we're past the stage where we only learn things from books."

"We need a teacher, a suitable teacher, who can teach us how to use the spell, and correct us if we do it wrong." Hermione said with honey-colored eyes in front of Camille, who was nestled in the armchair sofa Moving back and forth with Sylvia who was sitting behind the large desk, "The two seniors are so experienced, I think..."

"No, you don't want to." Camille rebuffed Hermione before she could speak.

"Granger," Sylvia took off the glasses on her face, revealing her beautiful ice blue eyes, "are you sure you plan to entrust Cam with the teaching task? You... I advise you to look at Potter face."

Hermione turned her head and saw Harry standing behind her, his face was pale, his whole body was so tense that his double chin was squeezed out, and he looked like he couldn't agree.

"Personally, I don't mind teaching, but, as you can see," Sylvia pointed to the many stacked manuscripts on her desk, and said helplessly, "I don't hurry up on my next book." After writing it and handing it over, the editorial department of Lihen Bookstore will definitely attack Hogwarts before 'that person', so... I'm sorry, Granger."

"But speaking of studying, before Defense Against the Dark Arts," Sylvia stood up and walked in front of Harry, "I heard from Cam that there is something wrong with your Transfiguration paper?" Sylvia had just finished speaking. , Camille let out a burst of disdainful snorting—Searle was so polite, Camille felt that he had saved Professor McGonagall’s life by helping Professor McGonagall correct Porter’s Transfiguration paper, and was rejected by the students. Death from anger is not a decent way to die!

Harry was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, but suddenly, there was a sharp pain on his forehead, as if someone had hit his head with a hammer, and he screamed, clutching his forehead, and was about to collapse , He took two steps back, leaning against the wall and waiting for the wave of pain to pass.

"What's wrong?!" Hermione rushed forward, and Camille put down her book and stood up.

"I don't know...just a headache."

"Having another headache? I said you should tell Dumbledore..."

"No!" Harry said firmly, blinking, judging with his gradually clear vision that the pain was almost over, he slowly stood up straight, "he has a lot of things to do."

"You have a headache, Potter?" Sylvia asked, her face growing serious.

Before Harry could speak, Hermione said hastily, "Yeah, Harry's been having a headache from time to time since the last 'the guy'... last school year!"

Sylvia didn't speak immediately, she stared at Harry, walked around him twice, then stepped forward, stretched out a slender finger to brush away the messy hair on Harry's forehead, revealing the conspicuous lightning bolt on his forehead Scar looked at it for a while before speaking.

"I'm sure you haven't forgotten what we said before, you have a little bit of 'that person' in your soul?"

Seeing Harry nodding, Sylvia put down her hand, walked to Camille's sofa and sat on the armrest, "I don't think you can learn brain defense, after all, the recent Gryffindor is a bit..." Sylvia As Via spoke, her eyes circled back and forth at Hermione, Harry, and Camille. After a few seconds, she added a word, "radical."

"So, I don't think the defensive technique is suitable for you, Potter. I have a suggestion, but you have to pay attention. I can teach you this method, but you must be very careful how to use it..."

"Legiliency." Sylvia said the method she thought of, "You must have heard this somewhere, the fragments of 'that person' in your head, constructing between you and 'that person' There's a vague connection—like he's probably been angry lately, so you get a headache."

"Angry? Why is he angry? Isn't he resurrected!" Harry asked not quite understanding.

Sylvia pointed at herself, and then at Harry, "He didn't catch any of the people he wanted to catch, did he? Last year, he spent so much energy that he even lost two Death Eaters. Oh, one of them he killed himself... What happened? Aren't we still talking right here? And Miss Black, I think one of the most loyal Death Eaters he ever had turned out to be the most hated Such a dramatic transformation of his, I don't think 'the man' has such a sense of humor to laugh it off - especially as Miss Black has one of his Horcruxes in her hands."

"Since he has a way to influence you, it means that you also have a way to influence him." Sylvia stood up, walked back to her desk and sat down, crossed her hands and propped herself up on the seat, the icy blue eyes came out Serious pressure, Harry even thought he was actually facing Dumbledore, "Legilitivism can help you attack the thoughts of 'that person', but, be careful, Potter, don't think about things that you can't do." "That person"'s Legilimency is very superb, don't think that you can defeat him, or rely on this to destroy the fragment in your head, you can't do it."

"I don't like the job of being alone with all the pressure and fighting 'the one' like Headmaster Dumbledore, I prefer to give my allies some... 'weapons'."

Sylvia paused for a moment, her slightly narrowed eyes flashed a dangerous light, her tone was not harsh, but her repeated persuasion made Hermione and Harry swallow their saliva in fright, no one in the empty classroom dared to breathe Take a breath.

"Learn, you may be able to see some scenes from your connection with 'that person', such as where he is now, what other henchmen he has, and even his secrets...However, you'd better learn to distinguish those Information and scenarios, which ones are real and which ones are fake. Anyway, 'that person' will find out the connection between you sooner or later, or in other words, this is a competition, and the competition is whether he deceives you with fake news first, or you Dig out the really useful news first."

I briefly introduced the usage of Legilimency and made an appointment with Harry for a separate 'remedial class'. At the last moment when Harry and Hermione stepped out of the empty classroom, Sylvia's voice came out, "Use it wisely (use it wisely), Potter."

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As night fell, Harry collapsed on the bed, staring at the top of the dark red four-poster bed, surrounded by the snores of his classmates sleeping soundly, but he couldn't sleep, too much happened today.

It was rare for Hermione to resist the professor first, and set up a secret group to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. After being rejected by Camille and Sylvia, Hermione finally thought of him!For the time being, it seems that there is really no better candidate besides him.

But what kept Harry from falling asleep even more was the matter of Legilimency.

Of course he agreed, he was going to fight Voldemort, but what made him feel creepy was Sylvia's repeated warnings, especially after he agreed, the icy blue eyes of the senior sister faintly glowed. The...is that sympathy?

"I don't know if it's the right way to teach you. I'm worried that your straightforward temper is too easily influenced and deceived, and 'that person' is still a master at manipulating people's hearts. Be vigilant, Potter, from the beginning of our plan, Doubt all the images in your head. Remember, the Legilimency master you're going to spy on is a Slytherin-born. Disguise, deception, hallucinations... You have to learn to distinguish the fake from the real, hopefully It won't drive you crazy, Potter, be careful..."

Sylvia's slightly wrinkled eyebrows because of worry and her last warning turned into a nearly raving picture, which was played back in Harry's head over and over again.