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The moment the pointer passed eight o'clock, Snape's office was rang.

"Good evening, Professor Snape." Harry greeted him modestly.

Arriving on time made Snape swallow the sarcasm he had prepared, and his face was a little ugly like indigestion.

"Mr. Potter, sit down."

Harry glanced at the room full of potion bottles, and sat down calmly on a single antique chair with double armrests.Such a scene was so familiar, as if Snape was going to walk over to him and perform insanity over and over again in the next moment.

"I'm sorry about what happened in class today..."

Harry was the first to break the silence and speak.

"I don't expect that the little shame you have left will increase your intelligence much, but that's not what I'm going to talk about now."

Snape searched every expression and movement of Harry with his eyes, his sticky eyes drilled through his pores, trying to dig out more information.

Harry was taken aback by Snape's response, he didn't know what else could make Snape come to him in person.

"Dumbledore wants you to start learning Brain Defense."

boom--.

Harry's brain exploded in astonishment, obviously Arthur's matter no longer involved him, why did Dumbledore...?Where did the loophole appear to make him suspicious?How suspicious is Dumbledore?One question after another flashed by, but Snape didn't give him time to think.

"Then let's start."

"No—, I mean, why?" Snape frowned slightly urgently, and Harry continued, "Why do I have to learn this brain defense?"

He is trying to procrastinate, at least to get a little word of mouth, he must know which link he has gone wrong.

"Because the headmaster thinks it's a good idea." Snape said calmly, looking at the child who was a little disturbed by fear and laughed at his own doubts. "You're going to have private lessons once a week, but you don't tell anyone what you're doing, you know?"

"Why!? Professor Dumbledore has been avoiding me this summer!? Why on earth do I need to learn this—what Occlusion!? Why doesn't he teach me himself?"

Harry stood up abruptly, trying to look grumpy and frustrated by his heckling loudly.

"Because the Dark Lord is very good at instigating thoughts, I heard that you have often had nightmares recently, and your scars have been aching repeatedly - the principal is worried that this is the effect of the Dark Lord's spying."

Why would his nightmares and scars be known... Ron!By the way, the Weasley family was called to the office that day...

Harry sighed from the bottom of his heart, couldn't the inevitability of the plot be changed no matter whether the development of the situation was advanced or delayed?

"Okay," he slumped back to his seat, and said in compromise, "to prevent Voldemort from reading my mind, come on."

"Only Muggles say 'read'. The mind is not a book that can be opened at leisure. The mind is not fixed in the head and can be known by everyone. The mind is a complex thing with many layers. Potter—or at least, that's the way most people's minds are." Snape gave a false smile. "But, it's true, Legilimency can control a person's mind, can enter a victim's mind, and order him rightly. So the Dark Lord always knows if someone is lying."

Well, anyway, Harry expressed his surrender. He doesn't care too much about the rigor in terms of theory of any spell, as long as he knows what it is used for?This is also the main reason why he will never be able to find happiness in the sophisticated potion science.

"Get out your wand, Potter. We're about to begin."

Snape moved closer to Harry, looking intently into his eyes and muttering softly: Remembrance -.

Snape saw the confrontation in front of the broom shop, and heard the conversation between Harry and Mrs. Malfoy in Knockturn Alley. Just as Snape continued to listen to the conversation between him and Malfoy, he was pulled out.

He staggered a few steps on his hind legs, and felt incredible that Harry could resist the aggression so quickly when he first came into contact with it, but he didn't doubt his talent in Defense Against the Dark Arts—after all, common sense doesn't apply to Harry Potter.

"If it's the Dark Lord who's invading your mind right now, you're finished." Snape wasn't going to praise Harry, pride would make this Gryffindor swell, and then he would be broken with a single poke.

Harry forced a smile. Sure enough, the brain camouflage technique taught by Grindelwald is very magical to use. Black magic - brain camouflage technique. He can choose what kind of memory to show for the other party, and even change the display content of the memory.

That bad generation of big devils did not have Voldemort's bloodthirsty perversion, he was keen to play various games with the German Ministry of Magic.This brain camouflage technique is meaningless magic, because people with higher magic power will directly break through, while those with lower magic power can resist it directly with defense. It is really superfluous black magic.

But now Harry was really grateful to that boring guy—at least it saved him a lot of trouble, such as why he was able to successfully resist the insanity once.

Snape repeated this several times until Harry started to sweat before stopping the training.

"What are you and Malfoy talking about?"

The next few times Snape tried to listen to their conversations out of selfish intentions, but he always failed to make him faintly angry.

"Greetings from fellow students, Professor."

"I didn't know you were so familiar, but I do—Blake wouldn't go to greet Narcissa."

"The Godfather is not what you think, Professor."

"Do you think you know that kind of person better than I do, you know Black better?" Snape's voice was mixed with contempt. "He doesn't need his family." He put the emphasis on family.

"No one likes to be alone." Harry's voice was deep, tired after training, and it wasn't the confrontation that gave these words a kind of stable magic.

Snape's lips trembled, looking at those familiar eyes, only with these eyes, he couldn't say something against his will that he just enjoyed being alone.

"It's curfew, Potter."

With a wave of the wizard's sleeve, the door of the office was opened, leaving Potter with an emotionless back, and issued a silent order to expel the guests.