Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Oh!" Harry didn't understand why she was telling him this, "do you want to..."

"If you will," she said eagerly.

Harry was stunned, he was about to say: Do you want to ask when the next DA event is?

They were still discussing this matter just now, and Ai Wen said that it is necessary to speed up the learning speed.

But Qiu's answer didn't seem right, she didn't seem to be asking about this matter.

"I……"

"Oh, forget it if you don't want to!" She said, seeming a little humiliated, "It's okay, see you later."

She walked away awkwardly, Harry stared at her back, his mind spinning wildly.

"Dude, she looks like she's asking you out!" said Ron, who still had some use for staying here.

Harry woke up suddenly, wasn't this what he had been thinking about all along? !

He hurried over and caught up with Qiu on the marble stairs.

"Well, do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's Day?"

"Oh, yes!" Cho blushed, smiled brightly, and looked at Harry expectantly, "Do you want to go with me?"

"Of course I want to, I dream of it, then it's a deal." Harry felt that the day was not a complete failure.

Snape's private tutoring at night seemed to become less difficult all of a sudden.

Regarding Harry's performance, Hermione only had two words, that is idiot!

Ivan didn't say anything, because his performance in chasing Hermione was not much better than Harry's.

When it comes to how to chase girls, they are all novices, and they all need girls to take the initiative.

But it doesn't matter now, that's all in the past. Now Aiwen has been tested and is very proficient.

As long as he was alone with Hermione, he knew what to do, and before the Christmas holidays this year, it was easy and the opportunities abounded.

But now there is a small problem, that is to get rid of Elaine.

Is Valentine's Day the next time you go to Hogsmeade?Maybe revisit with Hermione at Madame Puddiffe's Tea House.

Ivan tapped the edge of the table lightly with his knuckles while thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Harry was standing outside Snape's office door, feeling ominous.

He paused outside the door for a moment, wishing he was elsewhere.

As long as it's not here, it can be anywhere, then he took a deep breath, knocked on the door and went in.

It was a dark room, with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy specimens of animals and plants floating in colorful potions.

A cabinet in the corner was filled with all kinds of precious medicinal materials, but now they were all in Ivan's pocket.

Harry looked around, his attention quickly drawn to the desk.

In the candlelight was a shallow stone basin engraved with mysterious symbols, which Harry recognized immediately as Dumbledore's Pensieve.

He was wondering what it was doing there when Snape's cold voice from the shadows startled him.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Harry complied, feeling terrified that he had shut himself up.

When he turned around, Snape had already stepped into the light, pointing silently at the chair opposite the desk.

Harry went over and sat down, and so did New Nep.

His hard black eyes were fixed on Harry without blinking, disgust etched into every line of his face.

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

"Yes." Harry replied timidly.

"This may not be an ordinary class, Potter!" Snape's eyes narrowed sinisterly. "But I'm still your teacher. You should call me Mr. or Professor at any time. This is the minimum respect."

"Yes, Professor!"

"Very well, Occlumency, you learned it from Mason before, you should know that this spell can prevent your mind from being invaded and affected by magic, you need to learn it, the principal is worried that the Dark Lord will extract feelings and memories from your mind ..."

"Why would he do this to me?" Harry asked immediately.

This was the answer he'd always wanted to know, and it would be great if Snape could answer it.

"There are many possibilities, and the most commonly used spell is Legilimency!" Snape said, "It is also the simplest."

"Is it mind reading?"

"You're not paying attention, Potter!" said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming coldly. "You've been like this for a long time, and it's the main reason why you've got poor grades in your subjects and always made potions so badly." The reason, of course, has nothing to do with me."

Snape paused for a moment, apparently savoring the pleasure of insulting Harry.

"Only Muggles talk about reading people's hearts. People's hearts are not a book, which cannot be read at will. Thoughts are not engraved in the skull, and people can't read them. Human hearts are complex and multi-layered things. Well, at least most minds are." He laughed, "I want you to remember what I said, which Mr. Know-it-all won't teach you, the Dark Lord is studying other people's minds and making correct decisions. Explain that this is the power of magic, which he is very proficient in. For example, he can almost always see that others are lying to him. Only a person who is good at Occlumency can seal away feelings and memories that contradict lies. Lying and not getting caught."

"But why always me?" Harry asked bravely.

"The bond between you and him is especially strong because of the scar on your head," said Snape. "And, you need to call me Professor!"

"Then can he know what we're thinking now, Professor?"

"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 people in the school." Snape said, "Time and space have an impact on magic. Yes, Potter, he can't do that yet."

"Then why am I still learning Occlumency?"

Snape glanced at Harry, running a long thin finger to his mouth.

"As I said earlier, the routine doesn't apply to you, Potter, and the spell that failed to kill you established a bond between you and the Dark Lord, and there are indications that there are times when your mind is at its most relaxed. , When you are most vulnerable, such as in your sleep, you can perceive the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Lord. Like last time, you witnessed what happened far away in Norway, and the headmaster didn't think it should be allowed to continue, so he asked me to Teach you how to shut your mind to the Dark Lord."

Chapter 1036 Legilimency and Memory

Harry's heart was pounding, and Snape's explanation was similar to what Ivan had been telling him.

But he always felt that something was wrong, and some things couldn't be explained.

"Why did Professor Dumbledore stop it?" He asked suddenly, "I don't like this feeling very much, but it's quite useful. I saw Voldemort split his soul, made Horcruxes with statues of evil gods, and saved Ray. Sith, isn't it? Professor?"

Hearing sensitive words such as Voldemort, split soul, and statue of evil gods, Snape visibly flinched back.

He watched Harry, still running his fingers over his mouth, and spoke slowly, as if weighing each word.

"The Dark Lord seems to have not noticed this connection between you and him until recently. Before that, it seemed that you could perceive his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't know it. But now the situation is completely different. Your dream is so serious. Invaded his mind, seeing something so important, do you think he would do nothing?"

"What is Voldemort going to do?"

"Don't say his name, Potter!"

"Professor Dumbledore said his name too," whispered Harry.

"Dumbledore is a powerful wizard, he may not shy away from the name, but the rest of us are not..." Snape said gloomily, "It's just stupid for you to call the Dark Lord by his name directly, because Because of ignorance, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

He seemed to touch his left arm unconsciously, and Harry knew that was where the Dark Mark had once been branded.

"Then he knows about my connection with him now, what is he going to do, Professor?" Harry tried to keep his tone polite, "Manipulate me instead?"

He didn't think much of what Snape said, but he didn't come to argue with Snape.

Harry had more things to care about. At the end of the duel in Norway, he seemed to be controlled by Voldemort!

He still remembered the scene at that time, he could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, but lost control of his body, Voldemort was speaking with his mouth, and most wanted his body to move, falling directly from that platform, falling into the endless abyss.

"Maybe!" Snape said coldly and indifferently, "You have to understand that what we are worried about now is not that he controls you, but that he senses your thoughts and feelings and learns from you the secrets of his interest. That's what he's good at, and you know so many things you shouldn't know."

There was a moment of silence, Snape's words made Harry feel very bad, and he was actually the source of the leak.

Could it be that Dumbledore would not tell him anything, preferring to leave him alone with the Dursleys?

Snape drew his wand from his robes, and Harry tensed.

But Snape just lifted the tip of the wand to his temple and dug it into the roots of his greasy hair.

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

He tore it apart, and let it fall softly into the Pensieve, where it swirled silvery white, 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, just carefully lifted the Pensieve to the side shelf.

Then he turned and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Stand up and draw your wand, Potter."

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

"You learned Occlumency with Mason before, and you should know some basic things. Now you can use it, disarm me with a wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of." Snape Say, "Any kind will do!"

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

"Into your brain!" Snape said softly, "I want to see your resistance, now, get ready, Legilimency!"

Harry had never seen Ivan do this before, Snape shot suddenly, and he didn't even have time to prepare to resist.

The office flickered and disappeared in front of his eyes, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see the things around him.

At the age of five he watched Dudley ride on his new red bicycle, and he was filled with jealousy.

When he was nine years old, he was driven up a tree by the watchdog Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn, alone and helpless.

He wears the Sorting Hat and hears it say he can go to Slytherin.

In the first grade, he faced Professor Quirrell alone who was controlled by Voldemort.

He and Aiwen grabbed the basilisk and ran around in the school's pipes.

Also, more than 100 dementors surrounded him and Hermione on the dark field.

Sirius fainted beside him, and he saw two silver-white Patronuses flying over from a distance.

Qiu wants to date him at Hogsmeade, and he wants to...

No, a voice in Harry's head cried, you can't look at this, you can't look at it, it's private.

He felt a sharp pain in his knee, and Snape's office was back.

Harry found himself on the ground, one knee banging hard on the table leg.

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

"Do you want to use the Stinging Curse?" Snape asked coldly.

"No." Harry said resentfully, getting up from the ground.

"I suppose so," said Snape scornfully. "You let me penetrate so far that you lost control."

"Did you see it all?" Harry wondered if he wanted to hear an answer.

"Some clips," Snape said, curling his lips. "Whose dog is that dog?"

"Aunt Marge's," whispered Harry, hating Snape to the core.

"It's too bad, you should have reacted faster!" Snape raised his wand again, "You waste a lot of time and energy yelling and making useless resistance. You have to concentrate and use Your brain against me doesn't need a wand."

"I'll try," said Harry angrily, "but you didn't tell me how!"

"Polite, Potter!" Snape said fiercely, "I thought you knew, because you told me that you had learned Occlumency before, I didn't expect that you didn't even know these basic things, What a disappointment, and now, I want you to close your eyes."

Harry shot him a hard look before he reluctantly complied.

He didn't like standing there with eyes closed and Snape standing in front of him with his wand.

"Put your thoughts aside, Potter," said Snape in a cold voice, "Put all your emotions aside."

Harry tried to do it, but anger at Snape was still rushing through his veins like venom.

It is easier to let go of anger than to let go of a leg.

Ai Wen told him to empty his mind and think about nothing before, and he didn't say to let go of all his feelings.

"You didn't make it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, focus, and start!"

Harry tried to clear his head, not to think, not to remember, not to feel.

"Very good, come again, I'll count to three, one, two, three, Legilimency!"

The office was gone again, and Harry saw his parents waving to him in the magic mirror.