Harry was looking for William, not to be a spy, not to be coerced, but for his **** horns.

Emmmm...scars!

As a famous tool that can communicate with the Dark Lord, Harry has suffered too much recently because of this thing.

In the past, the scar was like a big aunt, and it only came once a month. It usually hurts at night, when you sleep.

But now, it's suddenly frequent, like talking about a boyfriend, and the pain is almost uninterrupted every night.

Harry could still feel bouts of annoyance or joy unrelated to Voldemort's actions at the time.

If you change someone, you might think you're going through that kind of plot where your bodies are often swapped... but it's not a girl, but Voldemort.

Harry insisted: "This increase in frequency is the first time I learned from Snape after Occlumency!"

He thought it was Snape's counseling that made it worse.

Harry was more reserved, and Ron made no secret of his malice towards Professor Snape.

"Maybe... it wasn't Harry's fault that he couldn't shut down his brain."

"Then whose fault do you think it is?" William looked at the duo and asked amusingly.

It can't be the time's fault, can it?

Ron whispered meaningfully, "Perhaps Snape was actually trying to open Harry's mind a little bit more...to make You-Know-Who...you know..."

Professor Snape deserves to be Hogwarts' first scapegoat, and he can take over the title of scapegoat...

Seeing that Ron was still blackening Snape with "talking about things" and "not talking about black things", William asked back:

"Harry, why did Dumbledore let you learn Occlumency?"

"Voldemort might be hacking into my brain, and that connection has to be cut off," Harry said honestly.

"Then when did he realize this connection?"

"After Mr. Weasley was attacked last time..." Harry suddenly couldn't continue.

He suddenly realized one thing:

In the past, the frequency of scar pain was low because Voldemort did not discover this kind of mind connection; now the frequency is high because he has discovered it.

It's that simple!

"That's right, it really has nothing to do with Professor Snape." William shook his head and said.

"This increase in frequency is simply due to Voldemort. Even if you don't learn Occlumency now, the pain will come."

"So..." William looked at Ron again, "Dumbledore trusts Professor Snape, he's working for the Order of the Phoenix, that's enough.

Don't doubt yourself any more! "

"Snape used to be a Death Eater," said Ron stubbornly. "We've never seen evidence of his real transformation..."

"You didn't see it doesn't mean it didn't." William interrupted.

"Professor Dumbledore has his reasons for not telling you every evidence he knows."

Ron is the classic "I don't see it means nothing".

But he never had a B number, or was not familiar with the status of one of the four famous novels.

Ron didn't even think about it. He was a little wizard. Why would Dumbledore tell him secret things?

Moreover, although Snape and Harry had a grudge, to say that he didn't teach them seriously would be wrong.

There are only two reasons for Harry's slow progress in Occlumency:

First, Harry wanted to figure out what Voldemort was doing rather than sever that mental connection.

Second, Harry really doesn't have much talent in Occlumency.

After William explained it clearly, he gave Harry a few more bottles of high-concentration water of life and death.

The water of life and death is similar to sleeping pills. Although it cannot prevent Harry from connecting with Voldemort's mind, it can make him fall into a deep sleep.

The spirit will be much better.

Harry thanked a few words, took a deep breath, and asked again:

"By the way, William, did you... see Qiu?"

William, Hermione, and Annie looked at each other, and then pointed to the Padiff Teahouse not far away at the same time.

Harry turned his head to look, almost blacked out.

It turned out that he saw Cedric and Qiu sitting on the chair by the window, hugging each other affectionately... kissing! !

Compared to the pain of the scar, Harry had only one thought at this time:

I'm in... hell!

Cedric, who was sitting at the table, suddenly felt cold and got goosebumps all over his body.

This **** feeling... so familiar!

On the day of his confession, he was about to kiss Qiu when he found Harry's photo, staring at him in the corner... It was exactly the same.

Cedric couldn't help but open his eyes and glanced at the window from the corner of his eye.

He shivered suddenly, and Harry was standing not far away, staring at him.

Cedric felt very awkward!

If he has any sequelae in the future, such as "a certain atrophy", "quick shooter", etc., it will be caused by Harry!

……

……

This trip to Hogsmeade is destined to be full of joys and sorrows.

For example, Cedric, he felt that the current Harry was about to become a shadow in his heart.

Harry was also very sad, seeing that Cedric and Qiu were really together, still kissing...

He is lost in love!

At night, Harry, who had tossed and turned repeatedly, had to get up and take the life and death water that William gave.

Finally fell asleep, the medicine worked very well.

In the dream, Harry dreamed that Cedric became a vampire and transferred to the United States, and he succeeded in chasing Qiu. TV mobile terminal/

The only fly in the ointment was that when we were kissing, there was a picture of Cedric on the side of the room, staring at me all the time...

……

……

into March,

The snow around the school gradually melted, replaced by a clammy cold that was hurt by magic.

Gray-purple clouds pressed low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawn slippery and muddy.

So, the first apparition lesson for the sixth graders moved from the playground to the auditorium.

William does not have a certificate and will take the exam in April, but he will not sign up for this course.

After all, there is a fee.

But as a professor of the Ravenclaw Department, Dean Flitwick should have taken the role of the hand-taker and left the task of taking care of the students ~lightnovelpub.net~ to William.

You can help, but you have to pay overtime.

In my previous life, whether it was final exams or grade 4 or 6 exams, they were all paid for.

So, under the instigation of Professor Flitwick, the "honest man", William honestly asked about overtime pay.

As a small financial expert, Professor McGonagall showed a puzzled expression at the right time.

Overtime pay? Is that shrimp?

Alright, you've been ripped off!

Although there is no money, William has to do it.

In the morning, when he came to the auditorium, he found that the auditorium tables were gone.

The rain beat against the high windows, and the enchanted ceiling whirled dimly overhead.

All the students who met the age limit appeared in the auditorium.

Just when the students were all waiting for the teacher, Professor McGonagall waved and brought the two deans, plus William, who was a little transparent in the workplace, and held a temporary meeting.

It turns out that the apparition class teacher had a bad stomach in the morning and couldn't come for the time being.

Let Mag and others teach themselves first...

This is outrageous!

Even if there is no money for the invigilator, now I have to go and help out for free?

Why don't you die!

Ask for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

Thanks to "lenxlee" for the reward.