[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Procrastination kills, Harry thought bitterly.

If he could go back to three days ago, he would definitely not bother with other things and spend all his time practicing clearing his mind.In this way, he will not be so worried and short of breath at this moment.

How can time pass so fast, Saturday and Sunday seem to be fast-forwarded, and it is Monday again in a blink of an eye.

This meant that he was going to see Snape again.Harry was too nervous to eat dinner, preoccupied with worrying about his Occlumency class later.

If Snape found out that he hadn't practiced at all... Harry couldn't imagine how horrible it would be.

But what was supposed to come would come sooner or later, no matter how hard Harry prayed for the time to pass slowly, the clock hanging on the wall of the hall kept ticking, and the hands slowly pointed to six o'clock.

Harry walked into the cellar with a tragic mood, and saw Snape in black robe sitting upright behind the desk.

Hearing Harry's footsteps, he raised his head, looked at him with black eyes without a trace of emotion, and said coldly: "On time, Potter. Sit down."

"Late... good evening, sir."

Harry felt that he should behave more obediently, he sat down on the chair opposite Snape, and met his gaze with courage, feeling his back began to sweat slightly.

Snape stared at him in mild surprise, as if he had said something significant.

Then he looked away as if he didn't hear it, didn't say any extra nonsense, and started class without a trace of muddle.

"Last lesson we had a brief introduction to the concept of Occlumency, Potter. You know, Dumbledore thought that the spell that didn't kill you seemed to establish some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord, and there are signs that , when your mind is at its weakest and most relaxed—for example, in your sleep—you can sense the Dark Lord's emotions. But if it goes on like this, the Dark Lord will soon be able to turn the situation around. The Headmaster thinks no It should go on, he wants me to teach you how to shut your mind to the Dark Lord."

Listening to Snape's deep and calm voice, Harry couldn't help but gradually relax a little.

He suddenly thought of something, and asked worriedly, "V—does the mysterious person know this?"

Snape thought for a moment, and unexpectedly answered Harry's question.

"The Dark Lord doesn't seem to have noticed this connection between you and him until recently. Before that, it seemed that you could sense his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't."

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

Snape gave Harry a foolish look.

"The Dark Lord is far away. The walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells to ensure the physical and mental safety of the people in the school. Time and space have an effect on magic, Potter. I remember you Your good friend, Miss Granger, is known as a 'know-it-all', and you don't seem to keep much of what Granger usually talks about." Snape said contemptuously.

"Of course, this requires you to have a normal brain size first," he added.

Harry was relieved.He was used to Snape's verbal insults from time to time.

Snape stood up suddenly and raised his wand to him.

"So... Now, let's check the results of the last class. Legilimency!"

What?so suddenly?Hey, no matter what, you have to give a little time to prepare!Before Harry could retort, his thoughts began to wander.

Harry's green eyes were wide open, looking blank.

A fire-breathing Hungarian tree peaked at him...

In the icy lake, he dragged Ron and Gabriel to struggle desperately...

The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament shone golden in the mist...

Harry and Cedric lifted the trophy together...

Cedric was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky...

No!No!look no further...

Harry struggled desperately, feeling in a trance that he had grasped a piece of soft fabric, and smelled a clear and slightly astringent fragrance of herbs——

He opened his eyes panting, and threw himself at Snape's feet. The cold floor stimulated his nerves, and Snape looked down at him.

"Get up, Potter."

"I... I'm not ready." He got up awkwardly, looking down at Snape.

"You didn't try," Snape said coldly. "Showing me your most frightening memory is giving me a weapon! Come again!"

"Legislasia!"

"In addition to your martial arts—"

failure.

"Again! Legilimency!"

"Dizzy—"

failure.

"Legislasia!"

"Legislasia!"

"Legislasia!"

Harry got up from the ground in embarrassment again and again, panting heavily, and his legs were shaking.

Snape read almost all of his memories from childhood to adulthood, and made comments from time to time - of course there was nothing good to say - which made him very angry but unable to refute.

"The key to resisting Legilimency is willpower, Potter," Snape finally mercifully gave him a little guidance after he fell profusely on the cold floor again, "I heard you once You have successfully resisted the Imperius Curse, you can try to recall that feeling."

Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to look up, squeezed his wand tightly, and secretly made up his mind that he must succeed this time.

"Legislasia!"

"Armor—"

Before the spell could be finished, Harry's green eyes inevitably met Snape's black eyes, and those eyes suddenly became extremely deep. He looked into them fascinatedly, as if his soul was sucked in.

Professor Binns babbled on and on about the lecture...

He rode Buckbeak...

Hagrid holding the snails...

He came to a dark room, walked through the room, through the corridor...

He reached out and pushed the door...

Snape's attack stopped suddenly, and Harry snapped awake.

Failed again...he couldn't resist Snape's intrusion, Harry thought in frustration.

"Your dreams seem to be as insignificant as your people, Potter." Snape sarcastically sarcastically, and then asked, "Where is that dark room?"

"The Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic," Harry blurted out involuntarily.

Snape's eyes narrowed slowly, and Harry's heart sank.

"How do you know?" Snape asked slowly.

Yes, how did he know?

Harry was at a loss, frowning and trying to think.

"I... I don't know either, as if I suddenly understood." Finally he replied honestly.

Snape took two steps back and forth.

"It seems that the Dark Lord has begun to take advantage of your connection with him."

Harry felt a panic.

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, I saw someone trying to break into the Ministry of Magic on the Daily Prophet. Do you...do you think he did it, sir?"

"It's possible, but it's not something you should consider."

Harry was a little scared, but also a little strange, "So... Actually... the Mysterious Man wants to go to the Department of Mysteries? Or, what does he want in there? Is there anything there that deserves his attention?"

"The Dark Lord's thoughts are not something you can guess," Snape said, looking at him contemptuously. "That's all for today's lesson, Potter. Clear your mind and strengthen your defenses. Remember, if the next lesson I see that you still haven't taken my orders seriously, and you know the consequences." He threatened Harry viciously.

"Yes, sir." Harry replied, not daring to say much.

After Harry was gone, Snape left the cellar and hurried up to the second floor of the castle.

He came to a huge, hideous, dripping stone monster and whispered to it, "Cold lemonade."

The monster jumped aside, revealing a moving spiral staircase.Snape stepped in, the passage closing behind him.