HP Wizard Age

Because of the large-scale prison break, Hogwarts has strengthened security work, and several professors have been added to the express train.

When each student returned to school, the ten escaped prisoners became their new topic of conversation.

Children of magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood, their names are almost as terrifying as Voldemort, and their crimes under Voldemort's reign of terror are well known.

Whispering voices filled every college table.They used to trust the words of the Ministry of Magic with confidence during this holiday, but it was impossible for them to turn a blind eye to the worried expressions of the parents.

There were also rumors that someone in Hogsmeade had recognized a few fugitives, and that the fugitives were hiding in the Shrieking Shack and might break into Hogwarts like Sirius.

Some people are starting to believe Dumbledore's words at the end of his fourth year, and Harry Potter may be right when he said "he's back".

Harry was fidgeting a little in the dining room, because he had seen the papers at Sirius's too, but the Order of the Phoenix discussion didn't tell him, and that sense of isolation returned.

Happily, Seamus talked to him, and the two of them hadn't spoken since their last falling out.

Just like Astria said, they haven't experienced what happened to him, and they will wake up one day, just don't refuse them to join.

He looked up at the pink figure on the professor's chair.

Umbridge was gulping down her porridge, and for the first time her beady eyes weren't searching the Hall for misbehaving students.She frowned from time to time, and gave Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall a vicious look.

He also glanced at the Slytherin table in the back.

There were also discussions at the Slytherin table, but the voices were much quieter.

Oh, and Malfoy was drinking juice with a blank expression.

The last time he saw Lucius Malfoy in the cemetery, he knew that the Malfoys were Death Eaters, but no matter what he said, they didn't believe him. Rather than saying they didn't believe it, it would be better to say that they had no evidence, you know The Malfoy family donated a lot of money to the Ministry of Magic.

Astria couldn't guess what Harry was thinking now.She only felt that Draco seemed to have lost weight, the blackness under his eyes had darkened, and his face had become paler.

She poked at the potato wedges in front of her dejectedly, maybe she should steal Harry's Marauder's Map.

Draco felt that the food at Hogwarts this semester was actually quite delicious, and even those stupid lions in Gryffindor looked a little bit pleasing to the eye, and of course Scarhead Potter still made him hate it.

He cut the jam pie into small pieces and tried to stuff them into his mouth when suddenly he paused.

The small silver fork held a piece of pie in the air for a few seconds.

"What's wrong?" Blaise looked at Draco strangely.

Draco coughed, and fed the pie into his mouth naturally and gracefully, "It's nothing."

Asteria curled up her mouth secretly when she heard this, and continued to sit under the table openly, rubbing the back half of her calf against Draco's calf.

It was only then that she realized that Draco really had long legs. He could touch her by stretching his legs a little, and it took her a little effort.

She withdrew her legs slightly, then squeezed into his calf, rubbing his calf with a little coquettishness like she usually rubbed against his shoulder.

Draco felt that he might not be in the mood to eat this meal, and all his mind and senses were now focused on the thing around his calf.

He glanced at the person across the way, and wanted to laugh a little. Astria was drinking the mushroom soup in a serious manner. Of course, this was only in the eyes of others. He could see that she kept feeding himself the soup was a subconscious action. In fact, It was serious rubbing against his leg.

Sure enough, returning to Hogwarts was the most correct choice.

Draco snickered inwardly, and when she was about to withdraw her legs, he tightened his knees tightly, clamping her legs to prevent her from moving.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a rapid coughing sound from the opposite side.

Astria choked on Draco's fright, she covered her mouth and pushed the mushroom soup away, and sure enough she couldn't drink when doing "bad things".

Too bad, Draco the little rascal!

Astria suddenly shrank to the size of a fingernail, and she dared not move her legs.

Finally stopped coughing, Millicent looked at her and said, "Astria, your face is turning red from coughing, are you okay?"

Astria wanted to cough a few more times after hearing this...

"Maybe it's a little hot in the auditorium?" She said seriously.

"Probably so?" Millicent rubbed his cool hands.

Draco glanced at Astria's face pretending to be calm while he was holding something. The tips of his ears exposed in his hair were so red that he said it was hot.

He just felt that he was in a great mood, and the gloom that was stuck in his heart during the holiday disappeared instantly, and he felt refreshed.

He was as wicked as Astria before, rubbing against her leg, watching her trembling hand holding the fork.

Of course, he really didn't dare to do anything to his little girlfriend, and he let go of her after a while, only to feel her shrink back with a whoosh.

Like a trembling little rabbit.

It happened that Blaise was telling him a funny story, and he laughed happily.

"Right, Rand, look, I told you that Draco would laugh at you!" Blaise yelled towards the sixth grade.

Astria always felt that he was laughing at her, hum!

Harry was walking on the way to the cellar. He had just told his classmates in the DA Army that he couldn't attend training tonight because he had to go to Professor Snape's office for Potions class on the first day of school.

It's actually learning that kind of Occlumency.

He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, he wished he could be somewhere else when he opened his eyes.

At this moment, the door of Snape's office opened suddenly, which made him open his eyes immediately.

"Harry, how long are you going to stand outside?" Astria was still holding a parchment in her hand, and she could hear footsteps walking back and forth at the door from inside.

Harry followed her in full of doubts, and found that he had gone the right way. There were still hundreds of glass bottles on the shelf over there, and slimy specimens of animals and plants were floating in colorful potions.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

As soon as Harry heard the iconic tone, he immediately closed the door, but this made him even more frightened that he was actually in the same space as Snape.

"Here, sit down." Astria was still looking at the parchment in her hand, and she pointed to the chair next to her.

"What...what's going on?" Harry was a little confused.

Asteria finally raised his head from the parchment, looked at him, and then at Professor Snape who came out of the shadows.

Dumbledore asked her to teach Harry Occlumency, which was passed on to him by Professor Snape during Christmas, and the location was also set up in Snape's office for safety reasons, after all, he was also a very skilled Occlumency practitioner.

But apparently Professor Snape maliciously didn't tell Potter that she was here to teach him.

To some extent, when Professor Snape and Draco dealt with Potter's question, they were really unexpectedly consistent at certain times.

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to teach you Occlumency. I'm here because there's no better place for it." She kindly answered Harry.

Harry glanced at Snape, who was standing by the table with a malicious expression on his face, and pursed his lips.At least not that bad.

"Why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it?"

Harry felt that the way Asteria looked at him suddenly became familiar.Because every time he asked Hermione a question, Hermione also looked at him with a "why don't you even know that" look.

"Occlumency is a spell that protects the mind from the intrusion and influence of magic, so why do you think so, Harry?" She put down the parchment and looked at him.

"You mean the Dark Lord can read minds?"

"Read people's hearts? What's that?" Astria didn't quite understand this word, which is obviously from the Muggle world, but he could guess the meaning from the literal meaning, "Not entirely accurate, Legilimency is from another Extract feelings and memories in people's minds."

"Then he can know what we are doing now?"

"You must not have read Harry." Asteria held his forehead.

Hearing this sentence, Snape laughed contemptuously without hesitation, "I wish you were smarter than Potter in Potions class."

"Hogwarts has many ancient curse barriers, and the Dark Lord can't break it."

"Then why should I learn?" Harry spread his hands.

"Can't you feel it, Potter? The spell that didn't kill you seems to have established some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord. There are times, when your mind is at its most relaxed and vulnerable— — like in sleep, you can sense the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Lord. The Headmaster doesn't think it should be allowed to go on." Professor Snape looked at Harry, and put a finger to his lips.

"Why did Dumbledore stop it, I mean, I don't like it very much, but it's useful, isn't it? I saw the big snake attacking Mr. Weasley, otherwise no one would be able to save him!" Shocked by Snape , Harry immediately straightened up and replied excitedly.

"That's when he didn't realize that you could perceive his emotions and thoughts. There is no one-sided existence of this kind of thing. One day, he discovered that your thoughts and emotions will also be perceived by him, understand? "Asteria paused, "For example, one day he could feel that he was sitting in the Hogwarts dining room eating with Gryffindor."

Harry shuddered at the words.Eating, from his perspective, as if he was the snake's perspective that night?

"It doesn't make sense, why did I feel like I turned into a snake that day?"

"Maybe it's possession, it's more convenient to move, isn't it?" Astria frowned and was a little puzzled, but he could only give this answer.

"You've got to learn Occlumency, Harry. If you want to get involved yourself, no one will want to be a partner with someone who can hack heads with the Dark Lord." Her tone was deadpan.

Harry frowned and gasped, but he couldn't argue with anything.

"Then let's start studying now. Calm down first." Astria walked into him and stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth.

"What is this?!" The candy almost slipped into the throat.

"Oh, I want a piece of candy, maybe it will calm you down?" She shrugged innocently.

Harry: ...

"Now, you close your eyes and breathe easy... close your eyes, Harry."

Harry looked at Professor Snape at the side from time to time. To be honest, he was really not sure if Snape would cast a jinx on him when he closed his eyes.

"I'm not interested in your poor privacy, Potter." Snape said disdainfully, crossing his hands.

When Harry did what she said, Astria said, "I'll count to three, you have to concentrate and keep your head."

Hacking someone's head is not the same as dipping into a Pensieve.

Harry was prepared, so Astria didn't see much content, and was immediately ejected.

"Not bad. At least you kind of feel like you know how to fight back."

Being hacked into his head was not so comfortable, and Harry sat panting in his chair.

In this case, Asteria saw more on her second invasion, she saw a narrow bed squeezed into a slightly larger room, a dragon spit fire at her, the mermaid took Swimming towards her with a long fork, Cedric lay on the ground looking at her with blank eyes.

Seeing this, she felt like she was being ejected again.

Harry was already sitting on the ground, holding his head, his heart was pounding, and his face was in pain.

"What did you see, Knightley," said Snape.

"Oh, about the Goblet of Fire, Professor."

Snape grinned regretfully when he heard that.

"Harry, you can't have emotions, or you will be easily used. Fear of anger and fear is the easiest emotion to be used."

Harry nodded.

For the third invasion, Astria saw a long, windowless corridor she was walking down, ending in a black door.

This time it was ejected faster than the first time.

Astria frowned and wiped the sweat from her forehead, it was the Department of Mysteries.

"What's in the Department of Mysteries?" Harry stood up holding his head.

"What did you say?" Snape strode forward and pressed Harry's shoulders hard, and looked at Asteria again.

"I probably saw it when I went to the Ministry of Magic," she said. "That's not something you should ask, Harry."

"Come again this Wednesday, now you can go out," snapped Snape, pointing to the door for him to go out.