A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 601 The Never Forgotten Memory (Ask for a Monthly Ticket!)

Snape stared blankly at Harry with an enigmatic expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said coldly. "You know!" Harry was in a hurry, and couldn't help leaning forward.Snape flicked his sleeve and almost hit Harry, but Snape turned away without looking, Harry walked a few steps quickly and stopped him again.

Ron and Hermione hurried between them, and Harry and Snape glared at each other across the distance.

"But——Professor Snape, we won't give up." Hermione spoke at this time, and she said in a deliberately flattering tone, "In order to avoid other people seeing it, it's better to change the place."

Snape, Harry, and Ron looked in the direction of her finger. There was the auditorium, and a group of students rushed out of the door happily, chirping, shoving, chatting enthusiastically.

The exam is over.

Seamus Finnigan, who was walking ahead, saw Harry and waved excitedly: "Hey! Harry, are you okay?"

Several people in the hall looked away silently, "Professor?" Hermione asked happily.

"Follow me." Snape said angrily. He walked ahead, and the three of Harry followed step by step. They walked down the stairs in the foyer to the basement of the castle, and soon came to Snape's office.

"boom!"

Snape slammed the door shut, dimming the room.Hermione was about to say something—"Shut up, you silly girl!" Snape yelled, and he turned to Harry so fast that Harry almost thought he was going to twist his neck, "You know Occlusion Art is to protect you?"

"I know," Harry said calmly, "I also know that whether it is Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Haip, they are all working hard for Voldemort's downfall, just like my parents did back then. It's just that I'm not 15 years old. The baby who needed protection years ago, I'm a fighter now."

"And me," said Hermione.

"We're all fighters," Ron said hastily.

"Soldier," Snape repeated in a low voice, "soldier?" His face suddenly twitched violently, and he shouted frantically, "Then what am I? A coward—"

"You are an undercover agent." Harry said, "That requires more forbearance and caution, as well as wisdom and courage. That's why we found you, and I believe you can judge the situation in front of you."

A moment of silence—

Snape opened his mouth and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to do?"

It's done!Harry suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and he quickly and clearly stated the calculation in his heart: "I have thought about it seriously, and I know that Professor Hape taught me Occlumency to prevent my mind from being prying by Voldemort, or Misguided, but actually these are the times I saw Voldemort's thoughts—"

"That's because he didn't know about your connection, but now he does!" Snape interrupted him roughly.

"Yes," agreed Harry, "but have you ever wondered how this connection happens?" Snape's eyes widened suddenly. "I have, sir. It happens every time when I'm particularly tired, When the brain is undefended and Voldemort's mood swings are relatively large, I judge that two conditions must be met at the same time before it is possible to temporarily connect our brains."

Snape slowly exhaled the air from his lungs.

"Interesting speculation," he said dryly. "What does that inspire you?"

"I can influence him in reverse!" Harry said fiercely, "During his duel with Principal Dumbledore! Come to think of it, he must be trying his best now, that's why he can't even maintain Occlumency , if I can influence him a little, it may change the outcome of the duel."

"Influence the Dark Lord? Potter, do you know what you're talking about? You're up against perhaps the most dangerous and powerful Dark wizard ever-"

"The most powerful?" Harry sneered, "If he is proficient in the dark arts, he does have a chance to win this title. But we are discussing a completely different field now, this is a contest of wills."

Snape looked at him blankly.

"Since you insist, Potter."

"—If I understand correctly, you want me to break into your brain in the most brutal way, tearing apart the barriers that have been accumulated with great difficulty through Occlumency—"

He took out his wand from his pocket, pointed at Harry, and said softly, "This process will be very painful, like smashing your brain into a paste with a fire stick." Ron couldn't help swallowing, "I believe Before long you'll beg me to let you go."

"If it's just this level of pain," Harry said stiffly, touching the scar on his forehead, "I think I've experienced it many times."

"I'll see," said Snape. "Then, Legilimency!"

Before Harry could react, the office in front of him disappeared, and one picture after another quickly flashed:
On his 11th birthday, he drew a birthday cake alone on the beach; Quirrell turned his back to him and took off his hood, revealing Voldemort on the back of his head; he put the Gryffindor sword on the head of the basilisk; Hundreds of dementors swarmed towards him; he, Ron and Hermione were tied to the tombstone and listened to Voldemort's return speech; big eyes approaching him...

No, Harry resisted in his heart, a force popped out of his mind suddenly, he pushed hard along this force, "Bang!" He came back to his senses, saw Snape hit the table, Harry gasped Qi, the blood vessels on the temples throbbed.

Snape rubbed his back, his eyes flashed dangerously, and Ron and Hermione, who were not daring to breathe, were afraid that he would become angry, and secretly clutched their wands in their pockets.But Snape just said coldly: "Very well, the foundation is solid, and the counterattack is very beneficial. It means you have to suffer a little more—"

"Legislasia!"

This time the intensity was much higher than last time, Harry clearly felt the pain of his brain being torn apart, and the counterattack came as a matter of course—"What is this, Potter?" Snape yelled at him, pointing in the air A shimmering magic barrier.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, and he didn't want to do it, it was a completely knee-jerk reaction.

"Excuse me?" Snape repeated flatteringly, then said savagely, "Put your wand away, Potter."

Harry was silent for two seconds, then walked to the corner and handed Ron his wand.

"Don't worry, Harry, if he wants to do something nasty to you—" Ron whispered to Harry, shielding himself from Snape's sight.

"Leave it alone," said Harry.

"What—" Ron looked stunned.

"Leave it alone. We have to make it," said Harry, returning to his spot and addressing Snape defiantly. "Are you still too cautious, are you worried that I might get hurt? Don't worry, I've tried better than this." More ruthless."

Snape's chest heaved violently, obviously choking with anger.He glared at Harry viciously, as if he would cast a curse in the next second, Harry smiled at him, Snape stopped talking nonsense, and said the spell for the third time: "Legiliency!"

pain!Excruciating pain!Harry covered his forehead and looked at Snape, trying not to let the tears stay. He tried his best to mobilize the power brought to him by Occlumency, and set up a line of defense, but now that he lost his wand, he could only fight against Snape with perseverance. Pu's invasion.Soon, his defenses melted away like soap bubbles in the sun. Harry tried his best to resist, but he could only watch helplessly as his brain gradually lost the power to resist, and opened up to Snape...

Harry was forced to recall even more distant memories - his life as an invisible man with the Dursleys.The black cupboard full of cobwebs, the baggy old clothes that he wore all the time, the transparent eye sockets with tape, was scared by Aunt Maggie's dog to climb up the tree, and was stuffed into the trash can by Dudley and his friends ...No, much longer than these, he saw a green light, saw Voldemort, saw his mother... Lily Potter, she was begging Voldemort to let her child go...

"Do not--!"

Someone was yelling, like a wounded beast barking.Then Harry found himself in a strange world. Before he could react, pictures of memories came one after another:
That was Snape - younger than he was now - kneeling in the ruins, holding a woman in his grief, and beside him in a crib sat a baby with a lightning-shaped gash on his forehead;

Then the scene changes.On a desolate, cold mountaintop in the dark, there is a conversation that no one will ever know about—

"That—that prophecy...that prophecy...Trelawney..." Snape paled.

"Ah, yes, how much did you convey to Voldemort?"

The hilltop disappeared, this time in the principal's office.

"I thought...you would...keep her...safe..."

"She and James mistrusted others... Her son is alive and has the same eyes as his mother, exactly. If you love Lily Evans, don't let her die in vain. Help me protect Lily's son."

"...don't tell, Dumbledore! Only you and I will know! You swear!"

Still in the office, but obviously not the same day, closer to the current time, because Professor Haipu was mentioned in the conversation.Dumbledore raised his right hand and said to Snape, who had an ugly face: "Felix is ​​still young, he doesn't understand—or he doesn't want to understand, there is a price to pay for everything...don't worry, it can't kill me .”

"But what about that kid? When are you going to tell him that he's a Horcrux whose sole purpose in life is to die?"

"Not yet," said Dumbledore sternly. "I have made some preparations, but not enough. You must not tell him now."

The office disappeared, new images formed slowly enough that Harry had time to contemplate the memory he had just seen, he was a Horcrux... destined to die... and then he found himself bathed in a patch of soft sunlight that seemed to be On a quiet and suitable afternoon, the sun was dyed rose red.Harry was standing on the edge of a mostly deserted playground, and behind some bushes, not far from him stood a boy.

Harry almost thought it was a childhood he had forgotten, because the boy looked a lot like him at first glance—a thin, thin frame forced into old, fat, out-of-date clothes, with black hair, It's long and messy.

But the next second Harry didn't think so. The boy secretly looked at the two little girls who were playing games. One of them—Harry stared at those strangely green almond eyes—was holding a withered flower in her hand. The little girl spread out her palms, and the flower came back to life and bloomed in her hands.

"enough!"

A sound exploded in Harry's ear, and Harry was pushed away by a huge force and fell to the ground.He opened his eyes and saw that Snape was arched, his body swayed a few times, and finally knelt on the ground. The appearance was the same as what Harry remembered seeing, except that there was nothing in his arms now.

Snape and Harry gasped heavily and stared deeply at each other, as if they were meeting each other for the first time.

Harry's mind was in a mess, all kinds of information were entangled, and the shock of the terrible truth he grabbed from Snape's memory was far more violent than the previous few Legilimency sessions. It was the culprit that caused his misfortune, Snape's feelings for Lily, Snape's Patronus, and the conversation between Snape and Principal Dumbledore... He is a Horcrux, destined to die.

I am a Horcrux.Harry stared at Snape, and everything made sense, his scar, his Parseltongue, his unusual connection to Voldemort.Dumbledore knew, and Professor Hemp... probably knew, but they said nothing.

That's why they treat themselves so favorably.People were always more tolerant of dead people, thought Harry wryly.

"Harry, Harry! What's the matter with you?"

Harry looked up, staring blankly at Ron and Hermione.Ron was looking at Snape with hostility, and he called out, "What did he do to you? Harry, what did he do?"

Harry took a few deep breaths vigorously, trying to suppress all kinds of chaotic emotions. Now is not the time to think about these, he must make a decision as soon as possible... But the effect is not obvious.

"Oh - come on, there's got to be something that could come in handy -" Hermione rummaged through the beaded satchel, pulling out bottles and jars, but Harry stopped her.

"I—cough cough—I'm fine," he muttered, his throat choked up.

Staring at the faces of the two, Harry stood up slowly. He looked at Snape who was slumped on the ground, and said hoarsely:

"Then—go on."

"Continue?" Snape said slowly, his mind seemingly frozen by the cold floor, completely unable to comprehend this simple sentence.

"Yes, you heard that right, Professor Snape, let's continue." Harry said almost coldly, he couldn't figure out why he could still maintain his sanity, maybe he wanted to see that person too much.

Suddenly, without warning, his scar ached and he was dragged into another person's perspective—Voldemort's.

Harry looked at his other 'self' jealously.

He was brandishing a beautiful and deadly wand, so freely, so freely!A series of powerful spells were unleashed without any scruples, and the snakewood staff gave out bursts of sweet groans, just like its owner's mood at the moment, Voldemort was in a very happy mood, and he finally overwhelmed Dumbledore head-on for the first time, Occupy an absolute advantage.

"Your strength has decayed too much, Dumbledore! You seem to have a hole card? But your body can't hold it anymore!"

Voldemort hissed like a snake, and his position was constantly changing. From the snake stick, horrible black flames condensed. Once the trees, rocks, and soil in the valley were touched, they immediately turned into rotten ashes.

Dumbledore was breathing heavily, his eyes were half-closed, and a fine layer of sweat dripped down his wrinkled face.

His physical condition was exactly as he expected, and he fell into a trough precisely. This trough was fatally alluring to Voldemort, enough to trigger his greedy nature, but Dumbledore misjudged one thing——

Voldemort finally took full control of the wand left by his ancestor Salazar Slytherin, and exerted its full power.

And the power contributed by the Elder Wand in his own hand is very limited.

As Voldemort said, he does have a hole card, but the process of uncovering the hole card takes a little time.Calmly - even with a hint of grace - he swung the Elder Wand against the powerful spells that were constantly howling from all directions.

But whether it's Voldemort or Harry hiding behind him, they can find that the old man seems to be really old and has become dull. It is very difficult for the continuous offensive.

Why didn't he summon Fox?Harry wondered dispassionately, as he (and Voldemort) stared at Dumbledore, watching him sink, had this man been the one who had caused everything, changed his (their) fate forever?

He tried his best to kill himself.

At this moment, the emotions between Harry and Voldemort seemed to overlap. He waved the snake stick, split a piece of land, cut off a protruding rock wall, and the huge magic power almost split the sunken valley in two. And the dirt was rolled up high.More sunset light came in from the gap in the valley, and Voldemort (Harry) narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the old man who staggered as if he was about to fall.

He looked so powerless, as if even the most common Killing Curse could kill him.

There was a sinister smile on the snake face, he was about to explode with excitement, the long-cherished wish for many years-the mortal enemy for many years fell in front of his eyes, what a wonderful feeling, he slowly raised his wand-

"Harry! Harry!" Hogwarts Castle, Ron and Hermione called this name, just now, Harry suddenly remained motionless, with strong hatred in his eyes.

"Leave him alone!" Snape said, getting up from the ground.

"But—" Hermione looked at Snape, then at Harry, bewildered, and stepped aside.When Snape finally saw Harry's state, he gasped. Harry's green eyes were covered with blood, and the pupils gradually disappeared, turning into a pair of snake eyes.

"Harry! Wake up!" Ron yelled into his ear regardless.

Harry paid no heed, and raised his right hand—even though he didn't have a wand in that hand, he made a motion to cast a spell. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione shook him desperately. They didn't know exactly what happened, but they knew that the current state was extremely dangerous.

Harry's jaw opened and closed, his lips moved.

Hundreds of kilometers away, there is someone who shares his mind with him and is doing the same action——

"Awada gnawed on the big tile!"

"Call God Guard!"

　This plot will not be finished until tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)