Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 621

"You're... taking up Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Zacharias Smith blocked Harry in the hallway after breakfast on Saturday, when he was going to ask Harry about Gryffindor House Quidditch team training. Time, but unexpectedly heard the news, "Oh, Merlin, Harry, didn't you already take Tiera's Dark Arts class? Why do you want to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts again?"

"Well...because...because my godfather came to visit me the other day...you know..." Harry was racking his brains for editing with a reason.

"Ah, I know." Zacharis Smith said quickly, "your godfather almost got into a fight with Snape."

"If it wasn't for Tierra to stop them, it's very likely that they would have fought." Zacharias Smith said nonchalantly, "It's a pity it didn't fight."

Harry: ...

"But what does this have to do with you asking Snake to make up lessons?" Zachary Smith asked eagerly.

"Because my godfather wouldn't allow me to take Tiera's dark magic class... Sirius he... he seems to have a bit of a prejudice against Tiera... He still thinks dark magic is absolutely It will stain our souls..." Harry said half-truth and half-fabricated, "That day he came to discuss this with Headmaster Dumbledore... Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore Although I failed to persuade him... but let him take a step back, that is, I was only allowed to take the principle part of the black magic class, and I was not allowed to take the practice class... There is no way to advance to the black magic practice class, I'm missing the practical credits needed to join the Auror...so...I have to find Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class to fill up the practical credits.... ..and because it's halfway through the semester...Snape refused me to join his current class on the grounds of course selection rules...so in Tierra and Dumbledore The principal took turns to persuade...he agreed to give me a small class alone...and then I could get practice credits."

"That's a pity, that's a pity." Zacharias Smith shook his head regretfully. Obviously, he also thought of the scene where his mother would not allow him to take black magic classes, but fortunately his mother would not come. When the school looked at him, it wouldn't go directly to Headmaster Dumbledore. It would be too embarrassing to allow Zacharias Smith to secretly attend Tierra's much more interesting black magic class than Snape.

After a moment of congratulations, Zacharias Smith asked, "Does this mean that our training this afternoon is going to be postponed?"

Zacharias Smith finally asked the question he was most concerned about. As a new member of the Gryffindor team, he was not very confident in his own strength. If it wasn't for the increasingly heavy curriculum, he would have liked Every minute and every second is devoted to Quidditch training.

"Huh? Oh, no, we're still training as usual this afternoon... um... well, we might end up a little earlier..." Harry said, "Maybe. .....Probably have to end at least an hour early... After all, Snape's private tutoring... is still very exhausting... I have to prepare in advance, think How to deal with him."

Harry felt himself dizzy at the thought of some of the books on Occlumency he had been reading these days by Tiera.

"Oh oh, that's a pity, good luck." After Zacharias Smith comforted Harry unconcernedly, Zacharias Smith stopped inquiring further, and went to busy himself thing.

This made Harry more or less relieved, since he wasn't really good at concocting lies.

After dismissing Zachary Rice Smith, who likes to ramble, Harry took out the book "Occlumency: How to Close Your Brain" that Tierrasser gave him a few days ago and read it, looking forward to it. Using this time to learn a little by yourself is a little bit—

At least not to be too embarrassed by Snape at night.

How Harry wished Tiera was now by his side, to accompany him through this anxious and difficult time—

But for some reason, Tiera has been getting busier lately.

This is something that Harry noticed, except when he was in class, he could hardly see Tiera at other times.

And according to Hermione's description, recently in the process of refining the Philosopher's Stone in Horace Slughorn, there were many Tierra's participation——

At least twenty Tieras rushed back from outside the castle, like homing bees, appearing in the various spaces created by the Room of Requirement.

Or performing various calculations, or as an assistant in experiments, refining auxiliary materials for magic stones.

Although Harry had been reluctantly and unhappy all day, time did not stop because of Harry's reluctance—

It was finally six o'clock in the evening, and not even the intense and joyful Quidditch training of the afternoon was enough to alleviate the ominous feeling that haunted Harry as he made his way towards Snape's office. Every step of the way is constantly improving.

Harry stood outside the door for a moment, wishing he was somewhere else—

To be precise, as long as it's not here, it can be anywhere.

Then Harry took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and pushed in.

It's a dark, damp room--

Although Horace Slughorn took over the potions class, he refused to use the potions office in the basement on the pretext of his old age and frailty, and instead took a fancy to the second floor of Hogwarts Castle. A sunny-facing office.

So Snape still used his original office, which was this dark and damp office in the basement.

Hundreds of glass jars sit on shelves in the office, slimy specimens of flora and fauna floating in colorful potions.

A cabinet in the corner is full of Snape's once-

Not unfounded - accusing Harry of stealing herbs.

But Harry's attention was drawn to the desk, where the candlelight contained a shallow stone basin inscribed with occult symbols.

Harry recognized it at once, it was Dumbledore's Pensieve, and Harry was wondering what it was there for when Snape's cold voice came from the shadows, startling him.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Harry complied, feeling terrified that he locked himself up.

Harry turned, and Snape was already in the light, silently pointing to the chair across from the desk.

Harry obediently went over and sat down, and New Neple sat down too, staring at Harry unblinkingly with his cold black eyes, and disgust was engraved on every line on his face.

"Okay, Potter, you know what you're here for," he said. "The principal wants me to teach you Occlumency, and I can only hope you're a little smarter than you were in Potions."

"Yeah." Harry replied timidly.

"This may not be an ordinary class, Potter." Snape narrowed his eyes sinisterly, "but I'm still your teacher, and you'll always call me 'sir' or 'professor'."

"Yes, yes, yes, sir." Harry said helplessly.

"Okay, Occlumency, like I told you in the Great Hall lobby, this is a spell that protects the mind from magical intrusions and influences." Snape stared at Harry for a while, seeing that Harry seemed to Bewildered, Snape said in a disdainful tone, "I think you've figured it out by now, Potter? The Dark Lord is extremely good at Legilimency."

"What does that mean, sir?" Harry asked. Tiera used the word a lot, and it seemed to be a very bad spell, so Harry never dared to ask Tiera what the word meant, for fear of being caught off guard. He recalled his sad memories, so when Tiera mentioned the word, Harry always pretended not to understand.

Of course, Harry didn't want to ask Hermione, lest she put on a sermonizing, high-flying look.

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Of course, Harry also thought about going to the library himself, but...

He always forgets.

Now that Snape had mentioned it, Harry, reluctantly, asked his own question.

"That is, extracting feelings and memories from another person's head—" Snape explained.

"Can he read people's minds?" Harry asked immediately, his worst fears and fears confirmed.

"You're not paying attention, Potter," said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming coldly, "you don't understand the subtle difference...that's what makes you so badly dispensed with potions. One of the flaws."

Snape paused for a moment, evidently savoring the pleasure of insulting Harry, evidently not knowing...and perhaps not caring, that Harry had taken it from Horace Slughorn's Potions class. got good grades.

Of course, Harry didn't want to contradict Snape either.

Because he still wants the next course to be a little better.

Seemingly content with Harry's silence, Snape continued, "Only Muggles speak of 'reading the mind'. The mind is not a book to be flipped through, thoughts are not words carved into the skull, People go in and read...the human heart is a complex, multi-layered thing, Potter—at least most minds are..."

Snape laughed, "However, a Legilimency can study other people's minds in certain situations and come up with a correct interpretation. For example, the Dark Lord can almost always see that someone is lying to him... ...but only someone who is good at Occlumency can seal up feelings and memories that contradict a lie, and lie in front of him without being discovered."

Regardless of what Snape said, Legilimency still sounded like it was reading minds to Harry, and he didn't like how it sounded at all—

Because it would remind Harry of the hurt and pain Tiera had endured.

"That, that, that, V... Can he know what we're thinking now? Sir?" Potter asked a little scared.

"The Dark Lord is far away, and the walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells, which ensure the physical and mental safety of the school personnel," Snape said. "Time and space have an impact on magic. Yes, Potter...eye contact is often critical to Legilimency."

Snape paused, then added, "Not to mention that there's a Tiera by your side who's almost never leaving... At least for now, you're safe."

Harry seemed relieved to get Snape's confirmation again.

Harry's performance was noticed by Snape.

"Okay, then now let's go back to the course itself." Snape sneered a few times, stood up and looked down at Harry, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, as if mocking Harry sarcastically Reaction.

"Occlumency," Snape said, pulling his wand out of his robe.

Harry's body tensed.

But Snape just lifted the tip of the stick up to his temple and inserted it into the greasy roots.

When he took his wand away, a strand of silver was attached to the tip, like thick spider silk.

Snape tore it off and let it fall softly into the Pensieve, where it swirled silver, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more and added the silver substance to the stone basin.

He didn't explain anything, just held the Pensieve carefully to the side shelf, then turned and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Stand up, Potter, take out your wand, Potter," Snape said in a low voice.

Harry stood up nervously, and the two faced each other across the table.

"You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of, including the playful little magic you learned with Tiera," Snape said.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking at Snape's wand terrified and determined.

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly, "and we're going to see your resistance. I heard you've shown good resistance in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class taught by Barty Crouch Jr. in fourth grade. Imperius resistance? You'll soon find out here that similar abilities are used in my office... Okay, so now... get ready.... ..

"Legislasia!"

Snape suddenly shot, Harry didn't have time to prepare to resist:

The office shook and disappeared before his eyes, and images flashed through his mind like a movie, and Harry couldn't see anything around him.

At the age of five he watched Dudley on his new red bike, and he was full of envy...

Harry's heart was full of anger at the age of nine when he was chased into a tree by Aunt Peggy's watchdog Lippi, and the Dursleys were laughing on the lawn.

At eleven, Harry was wearing the Sorting Hat, and the fear and resistance when he heard it said he could go to Slytherin...

In the second year, Tiera was lying in the school hospital, her body was as hard as a stone sculpture, and Harry's heart was full of despair and hysterical worry when his face was full of fear...

And the third grade~www.mtlnovel.com~ When he learned that Tiera had deceived him, Harry's heart was full of mixed feelings and a volcanic anger...

A hundred dementors surrounded him by the dark lake...

And when Tiera died...

When Tiera was resurrected...

Tierra...

No, a voice in Harry's head cried, you can't watch this, you can't watch it, it's personal—

He felt a sharp pain in his knee, and when Snape returned to his office, he found himself on the ground, slamming one knee against the leg of the table.

He looked up at Snape and saw that Snape was rubbing his wrist, where there was a red, swollen welt like a brand.

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