Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Done!

I was so focused on memory that I forgot that Professor Snape could find out at any time. This was really wrong.

Beads of sweat appeared on Harry's forehead, and he was afraid that Snape would push the door open.

"coming!"

He adjusted his breathing, confirmed that the meditation basin had not been moved by him, and hurried towards the door.

The moment he touched the door handle, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, Occlumency!

I came to see Professor Snape tonight to test the Occlumency technique. If I go out with this mentality, there will definitely be flaws everywhere.

What if Professor Snape found out that he was looking into his memories...

Just thinking about the consequences of being discovered made the hair on Harry's body stand up.

calm down!

Must calm down!

Now the only chance of not being discovered lies in Occlumency, thinking about the various techniques Professor Snape had just taught.

Click——

The door opened and Harry walked out as if nothing had happened. He was fully alert and tried to be more natural while speaking on his own initiative.

"Professor, what does Karkaroff want to talk to you about so urgently?"

The professor just taught us that we must learn to take the initiative and take the initiative into our own hands.

Take a little time and adjust your mindset.

Snape didn't know what Harry was thinking. At this moment, he was still savoring the pleasure of teasing Karkaroff just now.

After hearing Harry's question, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Nothing, that guy asked me to act."

"Acting?" Harry asked doubtfully, "What is he trying to deceive you about? Or... is there something wrong with Karkaroff?"

Taking advantage of this question, he began to frantically weave corresponding false memories in the maze of memory.

"There may be a problem, although there is no direct evidence yet," Snape said casually, "However, you should still pay a little attention to him, and don't lose your vigilance against him just because he is the headmaster."

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Let's continue practicing Occlumency."

coming!

Whether you can cover up the past depends on your performance next.

At the critical moment, the skills Snape taught him flashed quickly in Harry's mind.

He raised his concentration to the extreme, looked Snape in the eyes and smiled: "Come on, Professor, I'm ready!"

"As usual, I'll count to three," Snape raised his wand, "1-2-3, Legilimency!"

Miracles happen under great pressure. Harry felt that his mind had never been so active. He responded naturally to Snape's Legilimency and his verbal guidance, as if he had mastered all the skills Snape taught him in one go.

After a long while, Snape put down his wand, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Perfect! I didn't find any flaws. You are quite talented in this area, Harry!"

Harry felt extremely upset. He had never expected that the first time he used Occlumency perfectly, the person he used would be Professor Snape, whom he respected.

However, he still pretended to be happy on the surface: "It's all thanks to your good teaching, Professor. I have been studying your techniques in the room just now and have come up with a lot of ideas. I also improved the memory maze by the way."

"If it weren't for your unique method, it would definitely take me a long time to meet Professor Swan's requirements."

Hearing Harry's praise, Snape couldn't suppress the smile.

These unique skills of brain occlumency were honed by myself on the brink of life and death. Even the stinky swan cannot compare to me in this regard.

Letting the stinky swan teach Harry is simply misleading. If I had known this, I would have snatched the job away.

But it’s not bad now, I scored the final goal myself.

"It has nothing to do with me. It's just that you are smart enough," he said softly. "Don't be proud. Keep your attitude. Let me check if you can maintain this state."

Snape raised his wand again and cast the Legilimency charm again.

As if something had dawned on him, Harry was able to cope with the situation more and more easily, and in the end he was able to flexibly handle his memory with nine true and one false.

"No problem," Snape put away his wand completely, "It definitely meets Sebastian's requirements. You can find a chance to tell him."

"Okay," Harry nodded, "I'll be back first, Professor. Thank you for your help."

Leaving the Potions Office, Harry walked up the corridor. He walked faster and faster until he finally ran. Only when he saw the portrait of the Fat Lady did he slow down, panting.

He took a long look at the corridor at the entrance to Gryffindor, then uttered the password to the Fat Lady: "Faerie Light."

After a quick wash, he drew the bed curtains and got into bed. Too many things had happened today, and he wanted to numb himself with sleep.

As expected, Harry couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, feeling disgusted with himself.

He felt like he was just a thief who peeked into other people's memories and then shamelessly deceived them. The key point was that this person was the professor he respected, Professor Snape, who always cared for him, loved him, and was unreserved towards him.

hypocritical!

Fallen!

nausea!

This is how Harry evaluates himself. He feels that these three words are the most appropriate to describe himself.

He really wanted to go to Snape and apologize, admit that he had peeked into his memory, beg for forgiveness, and then apologize to him on behalf of his father.

But he didn't dare. He didn't have the courage to look into the other's eyes again. He was afraid that Professor Snape would not forgive him, and he was afraid that their relationship would never go back to the past.

"Perhaps I should add another evaluation: cowardly." Harry laughed at himself, "And Gryffindor, not brave enough at all."

The thought of Professor Snape hanging upside down in the air made his stomach tighten.

He knew very well what it felt like to be publicly humiliated in front of a crowd of onlookers. He had been bullied by Dudley as a child, so he could empathize with Snape's feelings when he was mocked by his father.

No wonder...Aunt Mia and Professor Swan never wanted to comment on what kind of person their father was.

No wonder...Professor Snape hates Sirius and Lupin so much.

I was too naive before. I actually thought that the relationship between them was just like that between Malfoy and Ron. They just disliked each other. I never expected that the grudge between them was so deep.

From what I just remembered, my father was indeed an arrogant and conceited man. This was admitted by my mother herself.

Harry couldn't bear it any longer. He sat up suddenly and yelled twice through the bed curtains. He ruffled his hair like a chicken coop and gave a good vent to his anger.

After venting, he fell heavily on the bed, panting, his heart filled with doubts again.

My mother obviously hates my father, so how did they get together?

Also, how did his mother and Professor Snape separate, and why did they separate?

Why was his mother so determined in front of the Gryffindor common room?

The key now lies in the interrupted second memory, and we must find a way to figure it out.

After a difficult night, Harry took out his magic phone early the next morning.

"Hey, Professor Swan, can you come to school today? I have something I want to talk to you about."

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