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Chapter 387 Snape's Notes
"This class is not easy."

Sherlock folded his arms on his chest, watched Snape tidy up all the medicines he had collected, and then walked out of the classroom.

After Snape glanced at him, he didn't look at him again, and walked towards his office with the things in his hand.

Sherlock didn't care about his attitude, so he followed behind him all the way to Snape's office.

At this point, their conversation can really open up a little.

"Let me guess who's the one staring at you here? The Malfoy kid?"

As if she had returned to her own home, Sherlock lay lazily on the chair and asked Snape, who had been fiddling with those bottles and cans since he came back.

Snape's voice was still cold, but at least he didn't let Sherlock sing a one-man show alone.

"He's not the only one. There are many people staring at my attitude towards Potter."

"He summoned you?"

"Yesterday afternoon, I set a time for me to meet him in the evening of this weekend."

Sherlock asked with some doubts.

"Actually, I really want to know what kind of psychology Voldemort will trust you again. In my impression, he should be the most suspicious person."

"He never gave anyone the slightest bit of trust." Snape said flatly, "It's like he keeps saying that the people around him are his friends, but in fact he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a servant." Didn't give them the same."

"It's only because he has enough self-confidence that the group of Death Eaters appears. Like Lucius or Karkaroff, even if they have betrayed in the past, they are the only ones who are still useful. That mysterious man They will still be given a chance.”

"It's the same with me. For him, my current status and usefulness are greater than most of the people around him, so he will still declare his 'trust' in me without hesitation, even if he himself is not sure. Do I retain my allegiance to him?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"It sounds like you will be in a very dangerous situation when you stay by his side in the future. If he thinks you are useless, or your death will bring him greater benefits, then he will kill you."

After putting away the students' potions, Snape sat on the chair. His face was still so gloomy, as if it had never melted away.

But in fact, Sherlock has not only seen him melt away, his nose and tears are about to overflow like the Yellow River.

"Everyone around him is like this, and do you think I care about that?" He said indifferently.

Sherlock was still in the mood to joke at this moment.

"Maybe you didn't care before, but after Lily's soul appeared, you haven't really talked to her yet, right? Are you really willing to die with regrets like this?"

Like a burst of anti-aircraft guns jammed, Snape was choked up by Sherlock's words.

As if he couldn't say anything, he could only take out a notebook from his drawer and threw it in front of Sherlock.

"Go as soon as you get it."

Sherlock also didn't mean to toss Snape into a state of frenzy, he took the uncovered notebook and stood up from the chair, before leaving, he said solemnly to the old bat spirit who was still stern .

"I'm not telling you this to stimulate you, but to let you figure it out. It's still very meaningful to continue living, isn't it?"

After speaking, he turned and left the office.

Only the middle-aged wizard with a calm expression under the light was left, silently looking at the chair Sherlock was sitting on, wondering what was going on in his heart.

After dinner that day, Harry knocked on the door of Sherlock's office very punctually.

Before he came, Sherlock was ready and waiting for him.

Everything on the desk was emptied, things like clothes hangers and chairs were put aside, and Harry found that the office was different from the past as soon as he entered the office.

"Sit down, Harry, I know you must be full of doubts right now."

Sherlock waved lightly, and a chair appeared behind Harry's ass.

"Actually, the reason for calling you here is very simple. It is to solve the possibility that Dumbledore raised before. Since you can see Voldemort's perspective in your sleep, Voldemort may not be able to see you in some way."

"For this reason, he specifically asked me to spare time to teach you a kind of magic—Occlumency."

A blank expression appeared on Harry's face when he heard the magic's name.

The level of this kind of magic is a bit high, so high that Harry has never even heard the name.

"Although this thing is not easy to learn, its function is actually very simple. It is to protect your brain and block the common connection between you and Voldemort."

While talking, Sherlock took out a notebook, which was obviously the one he got from Snape this morning.

"Originally, the work of teaching you should be in charge of Severus, he is the real Occlumency Master of this castle, but he has other more important things to do during this time, even if he can spare time It wasn't a good fit, so it fell to me."

"I also have some research on this magic, but the study time is still short, and I am far from as proficient as Snape, so I asked him to help organize this note not long ago to assist our teaching work."

After listening to what Sherlock said, Harry felt a burst of rejoicing.

He had no problem with learning Occlumency, but if Snape was teaching him, he might as well have had Voldemort's nightmares every day.

Now that Sherlock is teaching him, the situation is naturally very different.

When he was in the third grade, he had learned the Patronus Charm alone at Sherlock's place, and now he is learning Occlumency, and the situation is pretty much the same as before.

"Then let's officially start our first class." Sherlock coughed lightly and said, "Occlumency, this spell can prevent the mind from being invaded and affected by magic."

"There is a magic in the wizarding world called 'Inspiriting', which a wizard can use to extract feelings and memories from another person's mind—"

Harry blinked and interjected, "It's just mind reading?"

Sherlock shook his head seriously.

"Before I really came into contact with Remembrance, I also thought the same as you, Harry, thinking that Remembrance is what Muggles call mind reading, but in fact there is no magic that can read people's hearts."

(End of this chapter)