"You... need to make up Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Zachary Smith blocked Harry in the hall after breakfast on Saturday. He had originally wanted to ask Harry about the Gryffindor Quidditch team training. It's time, but I heard this news by accident, "Oh, Merlin, Harry, haven't you already taken Tierra's Dark Arts class? Why do you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Well...because...because my godfather came to visit me the other day...you know..." Harry was trying to compile with reason.

"Ah, I know." Zacharias Smith said quickly, "Your godfather almost got into a fight with Snape."

"If it wasn't for Tierra to stop them, it's very likely that there would be a real fight." Zacharias Smith said without hesitation, "It's a pity that there was no fight."

Harry:  …

"But what does this have to do with you asking Snake to make up lessons?" Zacharias Smith asked eagerly.

"Because my godfather didn't allow me to take Tierra's dark arts class...Sirius he...he seems to be a bit biased towards Tierra...he still thinks that black arts are absolutely It will stain our souls..." Harry said half truth and half fabricated, "He came to discuss this matter with Headmaster Dumbledore that day...Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore Although I failed to persuade him...but let him take a step back, that is, I am only allowed to take the principle part of the black magic class, and I am not allowed to take the practical class...There is no way to advance to the black magic practice In terms of class, I lack the practical credits required to become an Auror... So... I have to find Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class to fill up the practical credits... ..and because half of the semester is already over...Snape refused me to join his current class on the grounds of course selection regulations...so after Tierra and Dumbledore The principal took turns persuading him...he agreed to give me a small class alone...and then I could get the practical credits."

"That's such a pity, that's such a tragedy." Zacharias Smith shook his head regretfully, obviously he also thought of the scene where his mother didn't allow him to take the black magic class, but fortunately his mother wouldn't come The school would not go directly to Headmaster Dumbledore if he looked at him. It would be too shameful for Zacharias Smith to secretly attend Tierra's dark arts class, which was much more interesting than Snape's.

After a moment of rejoicing, Zacharias Smith asked, "Does this mean that our training this afternoon will be postponed?"

Zacharias Smith finally asked the question he was most concerned about. As a new member of the Gryffindor team, he was not very confident in his own strength. Every minute and every second is devoted to Quidditch training.

"Huh? Oh no, we're going to practice as usual this afternoon... well... that is, we might have to finish sooner..." Harry said, "Maybe. .....Probably end at least an hour earlier...After all, Snape's individual tutoring...is still very exhausting...I have to prepare in advance, I think How to deal with him."

Harry thought of some of the books on Occlumency that Tierra had given him that he'd been reading these days, and Harry felt dizzy.

"Oh oh oh, that's such a pity, I wish you good luck." After Zacharias Smith comforted Harry carelessly, Zacharias Smith stopped asking further questions and went to busy himself thing.

This made Harry somewhat relieved, after all, he was really not good at making up lies.

After dismissing the nagging Zacharias Smith, Harry took out the book "Occlumency: How to Block Your Brain" that Tierra had given him a few days ago and read it, looking forward to Use this time to learn a little bit by yourself—

At least not to be too **** Snape at night.

How much Harry wishes Tierra could be by his side now, to accompany him through this anxious time—

But for some reason, Tierra has become more and more busy recently.

This is something Harry has noticed, except during class, Tierra is almost invisible at other times.

And according to Hermione's description, in the process of refining the Philosopher's Stone by Horace Slughorn recently, many Tierras participated—

At least twenty Tieras rushed back from outside the castle, like bees returning home, appearing in the various spaces created by the Room of Requirement.

Either doing various calculations, or as an assistant in experiments, refining auxiliary materials for the Philosopher's Stone.

Although Harry has been reluctant and unhappy all day, time will not stop because of Harry's reluctance—

Finally, it was six o'clock in the evening, and even the intense and cheerful Quidditch practice in the afternoon was not enough to alleviate the sense of foreboding that haunted Harry as he walked towards Snape's office. Every step of the way is continuously enhanced.

Harry stood outside the door for a moment, wishing he was somewhere else—

To be precise, as long as it is not here, it can be anywhere.

Then Harry took a deep breath, knocked on the door, pushed it open and went in.

It was a dark and dank room—

Although Horace Slughorn took over the Potions class, he refused to use the Potions Office in the basement under the pretext of his old age and frailty, and instead chose the one on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle. An office facing the sun.

So Snape still used his original office, which was this dark and dank office in the basement.

On shelves in the office are hundreds of glass bottles, slimy taxidermy of plants and animals floating in colorful potions.

A cupboard in the corner was full of things that Snape had—

Not without grounds—accusing Harry of stealing the medicine.

But Harry's attention was drawn to the desk, a shallow stone basin engraved with mysterious symbols in the candlelight.

Harry recognized it instantly, it was Dumbledore's Pensieve, and Harry was wondering what it was doing there when Snape's cold voice came from the shadows, startling him.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Harry did, feeling terrified that he had shut himself up.

Harry turned around, and Snape had already stepped into the light, pointing silently at the chair opposite the desk.

Harry obediently went over and sat down, and New Napp sat down too, staring at Harry unblinkingly with cold black eyes, with disgust engraved on every line of his face.

"Well, Potter, you know what you're here for," he said. "The Headmaster wants me to teach you Occlumency, and I can only hope you're a little smarter than you were in Potions."

"Yes." Harry dared not answer.

"This may not be an ordinary class, Potter." Snape narrowed his eyes sinisterly, "But I'm still your teacher, and you should call me 'Sir' or 'Professor' at any time."

"Yes, yes, yes, sir." Harry said helplessly.

"Well, Occlumency, as I told you in the Great Hall, is a spell that prevents the mind from being invaded and affected by magic." Snape glared at Harry for a moment, seeing that Harry seemed to be With a dazed look on his face, Snape said contemptuously, "I think you've figured it out by now, Potter? The Dark Lord is extremely good at Legilimency."

"What does that mean, sir?" Harry asked, and Tierra used to mention the word a lot, and it seemed like a very bad spell, so Harry never dared to ask Tierra what it meant directly, for fear of getting hooked. He recalled his sad memories, so when Tierra mentioned the word, Harry always pretended to understand.

Of course, Harry didn't want to ask Hermione, lest she come across as preachy and condescending.

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Of course, Harry also thought about going to the library to check it himself, but...

He always forgets.

Now that Snape had mentioned it, Harry asked his own question, though reluctantly.

"The extraction of sensations and memories from another's mind—" Snape explained.

"Can he read minds?" Harry asked immediately, his worst fears and fears confirmed.

"You're not paying attention, Potter," said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming coldly, "you don't understand the subtle distinction...that's what makes you make potions so badly One of the flaws."

Snape paused for a moment, apparently savoring the pleasure of insulting Harry, apparently not knowing...or maybe caring, that Harry had already made it through Horace Slughorn's Potions class. achieved good results.

Of course, Harry didn't want to contradict Snape either.

Because he still wants the next class to be easier

Seemingly satisfied with Harry's silence, Snape continued, "Only Muggles can talk about 'reading minds'. The mind is not a book, you can't flip through it at will, and thoughts are not words engraved in your head, you can't let them read." One goes in and reads... the mind is a complex, multi-layered thing, Potter—at least most minds are..."

Snape laughed, "However, someone with Legilimency can study other people's minds in certain situations and interpret them correctly. The Dark Lord, for example, can almost always see that people are lying to him... ...but only someone who is good at Occlumency can seal away feelings and memories that contradict a lie, and lie in his presence without being detected."

No matter what Snape said, Legilimency sounded like mind reading to Harry, and he didn't like the way it sounded at all—

Because it would remind Harry of the hurt and pain Tierra had been through.

"That, that, that, volt...can he know what we're thinking right now, sir?" Potter asked a little scared.

"The Dark Lord is far away, and the walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells, which ensure the physical and mental safety of the people in the school." Snape said, "Time and space have an impact on magic. Yes, Potter... eye contact is often crucial to Legilimency."

Snape paused, and then said, "Not to mention that there is Tierra who follows you almost every step of the way... At least for now, you are safe."

With Snape's confirmation again, Harry seemed relieved.

Harry's performance was noticed by Snape.

"Okay, now let's go back to the lesson itself." Snape sneered a few times, stood up, and looked down at Harry with a vague smile on his lips, as if mocking Harry Reaction.

"Occlumency," said Snape, drawing his wand from his robes.

Harry tensed up.

But Snape just raised the tip of the wand to his temple and dug it into the roots of his greasy hair.

When he took the wand away, there was a strand of silvery stuff attached to the tip, like a thick spider's thread.

Snape tore it apart and let it fall softly into the Pensieve, where it swirled silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more, adding the silvery substance to the stone basin.

He didn't explain anything, just lifted the Pensieve carefully to the side shelf, then turned and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Stand up, Potter, and take out your wand, Potter," Snape said in a low voice.

Harry stood up nervously, and the two faced each other across the table.

"You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of, including those playful little magic tricks you learned from Tierra," Snape said.

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

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly, "and we're going to see how resistant you are. I hear you've shown a good defense against the Dark Arts class taught by Barty Crouch Jr. in fourth year." Resistance to the Imperius Curse? You will soon find out that a similar ability is used here, in my office...Okay, so now...prepare... ..

"Legilimentation!"

Snape shot suddenly, and Harry hadn't had time to prepare to resist:

The office flickered and disappeared in front of his eyes, and images flashed through his mind like a movie, and Harry could no longer see the surrounding things.

When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride on his new red bicycle, and he was filled with jealousy...  

When he was nine years old, he was driven to a tree by Aunt Peggy's watchdog Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn. At this moment, Harry's heart was full of anger...

At the age of eleven, Harry wore the sorting hat and heard it say he could go to Slytherin's fear and resistance...

And in the second grade, Tierra was lying in the school hospital, her body as hard as a stone sculpture, and Harry's despair and hysterical worry when his face was full of fear...

And the third grade ~lightnovelpub.net~ When he learned that Tierra had lied to him, Harry’s inner feelings were mixed and his anger erupted like a volcano...

A hundred dementors surrounded him by the dark lake...

And when Tierra died...

When Tierra comes back to life...

Tierra...

No, a voice in Harry's head cried, you can't look at this, you can't look at it, it's private—

He felt a sharp pain in his knee and returned to Snape's office to find himself on the floor, one knee banging **** the table leg.

He looked up at Snape and saw Snape rubbing his wrist, where there was a red and swollen welt like a brand.

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