Infinite Heroes Seat

Harry walked towards Snape’s office step by step. He didn’t understand why he had suffered this crime. He sensed Voldemort’s situation and Azkaban’s problem. He could even vaguely perceive the Dark Lord nowadays. This should be extremely important, at least not worse than the information that Guris had obtained, he muttered to himself, but why did he come to Snape to learn some brain defense skills.

　　 When he got there, he stopped at the door, hoping he was somewhere else, then, after taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and walked in.

　　 Hundreds of glass bottles were placed in the shadowed room, containing the juices of various colors of animals and plants. In a corner was a cupboard full of things that Snape had warned Harry-not without reason-to **** it. However, Harry turned his attention to the table, where there was a shallow, stone-filled pool with various words and symbols appearing in candlelight. Harry had seen it before-it was in Dumbledore's penis. When wondering what that thing was doing, Snape's cold voice came out.

　　 "Close the door behind you, Potter."

　　 Harry did what he said, and he felt like he was imprisoning himself. But when he turned back to the room, Snape walked into the bright spot and quietly pointed to the chair on the other side of his table. Harry sat down, and so did Snape, staring at Harry with cold, dark eyes, with an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

　　 "Okay, Potter, you know why you are here," he said. "The principal has asked me to teach you brain defense. I only hope you can be more familiar with it than potions."

　　 "Okay," Harry said simply.

This is not a normal course, Potter," Snape said, his eyes blinking sinisterly. "But I'm still your teacher, so you should call me'Mr.' or'Professor' all the time. '. "

　　 "Yes. Sir," Harry said.

　　 Snape looked at him with small eyes, and then said, "Now let me introduce the brain defense technique, the branch of magic that blocks the mind, which is used to deal with magical invasion and magical influence."

　　 "But why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?" Harry said, looking at Snape's glasses strangely, waiting for his answer.

　　 Snape looked at him contemptuously for a while, "Obviously you can get the answer, Potter? The Dark Lord is very skilled in mindfulness—"

　　 "What's that? Sir?"

　　 "It can read his thoughts and emotions from another person's heart, and of course he can also fake his own memory——"

　　 "Can he fake memories?" Harry said quickly, confirming his worst fears, and then a sense of loss swept through his mind.

　　 "You are not shrewd, Potter," Snape said, his dark eyes gleaming. "You don't understand this, so your self-righteous information is not as important as you think, is it?"

　　 Snape paused for a moment, obviously happy to embarrass Harry. "The mind is a complex, multi-layered thing, Potter—or at least, most people's minds are like this." He smirked. "But, that's true. Dementia can control a person's mind and can enter a victim's mind to order him correctly. For example, the Dark Lord always knows if others are lying."

"Then why Guris can be an undercover agent? Shouldn't his thoughts be exposed? Could he have been deliberately released by Voldemort and passed on false information?" Harry was suddenly a little excited, even Snape's abominable picture His face didn't look so scary anymore.

Speaking of Guris, Snape's face twitched and he was humiliated by Mo Wen face to face more than once. His hatred of Mo Wen was second only to Harry. He said blankly, "Because the brain defense technique can be turned off. Your thoughts and memories can return unreal information without being noticed-and Guris's Occlumency skills -" He glanced at Harry before spitting out a few words "far beyond-your imagination ."

　　 "Okay, then why do I have to learn Occlumency" Harry was a little disappointed.

　　 Snape looked at Harry and pointed at Harry with a long thin finger.

"Because now there is evidence that when your mind is very relaxed-such as when you sleep-you will share the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Lord. The principal feels that this is very misguided, and he wants me to teach you how to shut you off to the Dark Lord. Heart."

　　 Harry's heart twitched quickly again.

　　 "But why does Professor Dumbledore want to stop him?" he asked suddenly. "I don't like this, but it's very useful, isn't it? I mean, I can see Azkaban being breached. If I could see him sooner, we might be able to stop it, right? Sir? "

　　 Snape stared at Harry for a moment, still covering his mouth with his hand. When he said it again, his voice was deliberately slowed down, as if every word was heavy.

"It seems that before this, the Dark Lord hadn't noticed the relationship between you and him. By now, you seem to have experience to appreciate his emotions and share his thoughts. No special effort is required. However, Before that, your short dreams—"

　　 "The dream you have is a powerful thought shock for the Dark Lord——"

　　 "I watched from the angle of the snake's head, not his!"

　　 "It is because the Dark Lord was in a special place at the time that you can know the heart of the snake," Snape roared. "That's because he was controlling the snake, so you dreamt that you were in the snake." Snape stroked a place on his left arm as if it was burning.

　　 "So awkward—he—knows I'm there?"

　　 "I think so," Snape said coldly.

　　 "How do you know?" Harry said eagerly. "That's just Professor Dumbledore's guess, or--?"

　　 "I told you," Snape said, sitting hard in his chair, his eyes narrowed. "Call me ‘Mr.’."

　　 "Yes, sir," Harry said impatiently, "but how do you know—"

　　 "We can know very clearly," Snape whispered. "The point is that the Dark Lord now knows that you can understand his thoughts and feelings. He is also ready to change this fact. This means that he can also understand your thoughts and thoughts as well—"

　　 "So he can also try to drive me to do something?" Harry suddenly asked eagerly, "Sir?" He hurriedly added this sentence.

　　 "Maybe," Snape said, coldly and ignorantly. "The most important thing is that Professor Dumbledore seems to want you to participate in some things, but your defenseless brain will undoubtedly let them leak out."

　　 Harry opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, he realized that what Snape was saying might be true.

　　 "Now let's go back to brain defense, stand up, and take out your wand, Potter."

　　 Harry stood up, looking at the wand in Snape's hand, feeling very disturbed. They stood on each side of the table, looking at each other.

　　 "You can use your wand to try to disarm my weapon, or use any method you want to protect yourself," Snape said.

　　 "What are you going to do?" Harry asked, still looking nervously at Snape's wand.

　　 "I will try to break into your heart," Snape said softly. "I want to see how you resist. I have told you to be ready to resist the spell at any time. You will find that you need a power similar to this. Protect yourself, now, dementia!"

　　 Snape attacked before Harry was ready, even before he began to summon some resistance. The office suddenly disappeared before his eyes; picture after picture passed through his seemingly blind mind like a gleaming movie.

　　 When he was five years old, watching Dali riding a new red bicycle, he was very jealous. When he was nine years old, he was driven up a tree by a bulldog, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn below. He sat under the Sorting Hat, and it told him that he could do well in Slytherin. He looked at Qiu Zhang's figure at the opening ceremony, and he was jealous and crazy when he watched her chat with Guris.

　　 Then the screen turned to the scene where he was rejected after he invited Qiu Zhang, and Guris's wand was aimed at him.

　　 "No," there was a voice in Harry's mind, and when he thought of the next thing, "you can't look at that, you can't look at that, that's my personal business—"

　　 He felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office came back into view, and he found that he had fallen to the ground; one foot hit Snape's table in pain. He looked at Snape, and he put down his wand and rubbed his wrist. There was a terrible scar, like a burnt mark.

　　 "You let me invade too deeply. You have lost control of yourself."

　　 "Do you know everything I saw?" Harry asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer to this question.

　　 Snape's eyes were very complicated. He looked at Harry with sympathy and pity, but also with resentment and revenge. His expression was so complicated that Harry doubted whether his eyes had an illusion.

　　 Soon Snape regained his indifference. He said mockingly: "No wonder you have a bad relationship with Guris, that little girl is Guris' girlfriend!"

　　 "It seems that it is true that Dumbledore asked me to teach you. If Guris came and looked at your scenes of coveting his girlfriend, he would kill you directly!"

　　 "Tsk, it's really an ambition that doesn't meet your requirements, it seems that your mudblood friend also abandoned you and fell into the arms of Guris, isn't it?——"

　　 Harry just felt a cold flame burning in his body, his ears rumbling.

　　 Harry lowered his head, his eyes turned into vertical pupils unknowingly.

　　 "Potter, raise your head!" Snape sneered again and raised his wand. "Patient!"

　　 But he was greeted by a pair of cold snake eyes.

　　 "Except your weapon!" Harry's voice was a little hoarse, and a red light flew over Snape's curse ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and he entered a picture.

On a bright afternoon, by the Hogwarts lake, several figures surrounded a black-haired man. One of them used magic to hang the black-haired man upside down, and the other was shoulder-length thick and crimson. Hair, and a woman with surprisingly green almond eyes came over——

　　 "No!" A hand held his arm tightly, as tight as a pair of iron tongs. Harry seemed to have escaped from his dream and returned to the cold classroom, Snape paled with anger.

　　 "Is it fun?"

　　 "So," Snape said. He held Harry's arm so tightly that Harry felt his hands were numb. "So, are you having fun, Potter?"

　　 "No-no," Harry said, trying to free his arm.

　　 The sight was very scary: Snape's lips trembled, his face was pale, and his teeth were showing.

　　 "Interesting person, your father, isn't it?" Snape said, shaking Harry vigorously, shaking Harry's glasses from his nose.

"I do not have--"

　　 Snape threw Harry out with all his strength. Harry fell heavily on the basement floor.

　　 "Don't tell anyone what you saw!" Snape roared.

　　 "No," Harry said, standing up as far away as possible from Snape, "No, of course I won't—"

　　 "Go out, go out, I will never see you in this office again!"