Snape’s office was relatively remote. The two walked along a dark and long corridor for a long time, and then stopped in the middle. Snape opened a tapestry hanging on the wall, along a narrower Go down the stairs.

Harry could only follow his steps closely.

This is a short road that opens up and can be reached below two floors.

A closed wooden door blocked their way, and Snape pushed it open, and a strong herbal scent came across the face.

The dim light through the glass bottle filled with all kinds of potion materials, the strange shadows on the wall, creepy.

Harry felt that the bottle of African beetle on the table was staring straight at himself, and the murky voice from nowhere made people goose goose bumps.

"In fact, I don't like to give people make up classes, mediocrity is mediocrity, no matter how I study, I can reach the level that I can reach. That's the case."

Snape sat in his chair, peering back and forth at Harry with a slightly taunting look.

"If you just want to tell me this fact, I think I have to leave now, I'm busy." Harry said displeasedly.

"Potter, like your arrogant father, you lack the patience you deserve." Snape's tone grew more contemptuous.

"You are not allowed to insult my father." Harry clenched his fists.

"I'm just stating a fact, Mr. Potter." Snape's mouth hung a sneering arc.

"Okay, my time is precious, but Dumbledore pleased me before he left, otherwise I would have no interest in a troublemaker."

"I just want to see the teaching results of that Miss Granger." Snape stood up from the withered chair, stomped back and forth in front of the decaying long table, raised a glass and shook one of them. The dark blue liquid turned pink again.

Only then did he turn around and look at Harry with some hate.

Then Harry's expression turned stunned for a moment.

Brain closure surgery, the word popped out of his heart.

"The original task was given to me by Dumbledore. You know, I hate you. I don't evade mentioning this. It's not a good countermeasure for both of us." Snape was malicious. Say.

"I don't need you to teach either." Harry pointed at each other.

"It's just that Dumbledore pleased me when I was leaving, and asked me to check your progress regularly. If the performance of the Miss Granger is not good, maybe I have to do it."

Harry's expression suddenly became tense, and he looked like an enemy.

Ask Snape to teach him, what will happen?

"You'd better pray that you practiced well, otherwise, let me see some secrets that you shouldn't see, and you should be reluctant." Snape's eyes looked at him gloomy, and Harry's heart jumped. .

"Brain closure, a spell that protects the mind from foreign invasion. It is a secluded part of witchcraft, but it is very useful." Snape said first. "I don't know the quality of Miss Granger's teaching, and I have no time to supervise you."

"So, we can only draw conclusions by practice now."

"Now, raise your wand, Potter."

"Fight me."

Harry squeezed his wand tightly and tensed his legs nervously as the two confronted each other across the table.

"You'd better pray that you practiced well, otherwise, let me see some secrets that you shouldn't see, and you should be reluctant." Snape's eyes looked at him gloomy, and Harry's heart jumped. .

"You can use a wand to disarm my weapon, or defend yourself in other ways you can think of," Snape said.

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

"I'm going to enter your brain," Snape said softly. "We want to see your resistance. It's similar to the resistance to the soul-taking spell.

Snape shot suddenly, and he was caught off guard. Harry hadn't had time to resist. The office shook and disappeared in front of his eyes, and a picture flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could not see anything around him.

At the age of five, he watched Dudley riding on a new red bicycle. He was full of jealousy. At the age of nine, he was rushed to the tree by the watchdog Lippi. The Dursleys laughed on the lawn.

He came to Hogwarts, wearing a sorting hat, and hearing it said he could go to Slytherin.

He was terrified.

No, there was a voice in Harry’s head calling, you can’t watch this, you can’t watch, it’s private-he struggled desperately, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, Snape’s office came back, he found himself Falling to the ground, one knee knocked heavily on the table leg.

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

"Do you want to curse stings?" Snape asked coldly.

"No." Harry said bitterly, rising from the ground.

"I think so," Snape said contemptuously. "You let me penetrate too deep, and you lost control."

"Did you see it all?" Harry wondered if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Some clips." Snape said with a lip, "Who is that dog?"

"Aunt Maggie." Harry whispered, hating Snape in his heart.

"I will work hard," Harry said angrily, "but you didn't tell me what to do!"

"Polite, Potter, it's still the same. You are as unpretentious as your proud father." Snape said fiercely.

"As for doing so, that's what Miss Granger is in charge of. I'm just checking now. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Harry glared fiercely at him before he did.

He didn't like to stand there with his eyes closed, and let Snape stand in front of him with his wand.

"Remove distractions, Potter," Snape's cold voice said, "Throw away all feelings." But the anger at Snape still hit his veins like venom. It's easier to throw away a leg than to throw away anger?

"You didn't do it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, concentrate your mind, and start." Harry tried to clear his mind, not to think, to remember, or to feel.

"Come again, I count to three one--two--three--attractive!"

Harry felt that his soul seemed to be torn apart, to be seen through, and to be invisible.

"Harry, emptying feelings is not the only way. You can gather your emotions, but not complex emotions, only a single one, which can also play a defensive role." Not long ago, Hermione's words were in He thought back. .

"The emotions used for defense cannot be too intense, because you can't control it, and anger will make everything worse."

"But it must be strong enough."

anger? Harry thought he was angry, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't resist Snape's invasion.

As Hermione said, those emotions are like a group of scattered soldiers, they simply cannot organize effective resistance.

When the deep memory was revealed, it made him feel like he was stripped of his clothes and thrown in front of the auditorium to accept the crowd.

He was afraid that Snape would clean up his memory completely, there was no more privacy, and then he mocked him casually in class.

The figure of a dark-haired and beautiful girl suddenly entered his mind, but not only she but also a boy who was closing her eyes and kissing Cedric under the tall mistletoe.

During Christmas, the woman standing in the hanging place of mistletoe can be kissed by the man beside him.

The woman cannot refuse.

Legend has it that a woman standing under mistletoe on Christmas Day can be happy.

Legend has it that couples who kiss under mistletoe will stay together forever.

Harry didn't dare to imagine what Snape would do with this imagination.

It wasn't Christmas yet, and his imagination had gone so far.

"Oh, the so-called savior Potter actually likes other people's girlfriends. This is really the most ridiculous joke I've ever seen." Snape would laugh at him with a vicious one hundred times more than that, satire him.

"No, I refuse!" he growled inside.

Maybe Snape wouldn't laugh at him either — perhaps because of a little empathy.

To laugh at him is to laugh at yourself.

These are things Harry will not know.

The strong and persistent emotion was like an iron wall that prevented Snape's attention-grabbing, but his expression was rather gritty, and he was in extreme pain.

"It looks a little bit useful." Snape frowned, turned away, and put away his wand, his voice was somewhat unexpected.

"Can I go now?" Harry asked breathlessly.

Snape gave him a cold look.

"Yes." He said with pity.

So Harry pushed open the door like a fugitive and left.

Snape looked at Harry's back. Even if he closed the door, it was very loud and his eyes did not move away.

Today, Harry stimulated his potential and exploded to prevent Snape's peep, but he was not happy at all.

Because it was paid by him at an extremely heavy price.

This is just a small episode in Hogwarts' life.

The student's life is still busy.

The Weasley brothers started their entrepreneurial activities again, and their father's current situation has been determined to be safe and safe, so that they have the intention to put them into the great money-making career and prank career.

After their enthusiastic sales.

Indoor Quidditch activities began to become popular throughout Hogwarts and soon became popular throughout the campus.

It is worth mentioning that, for some reason, they also gave Pansy a set of equipment for free.

Then the girl didn't accept it, and threw them arrogantly some Jin Jialong.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"I don't like the owe to Gryffindor." Pansy said coldly, but he didn't push things back, but accepted them.

Of course, she wouldn't know, it was just that the two brothers wanted to return their personal feelings.

Apart from this matter, George and Fred are not satisfied with the status quo.

They have now put the development of golden thieves and mini brooms on the agenda.

The flying trajectory of the Golden Snitch is easy to be observed, and the randomness and speed need to be further strengthened.

Mini broom can develop more types.

They should try to keep the performance balance of the broom as far as possible, and there will be no omnidirectional performance crushing similar to the fire crossbow arrow.

For example, the linear acceleration of some brooms can be properly strengthened, and it is easier to cooperate with floating.

But the corresponding turning ability is worse.

Some dive capabilities are enhanced and some ascending capabilities are enhanced.

In short, let each broom have its own characteristics.

They are struggling with how to meet these requirements. The materials have been studied by them, but they have not made any progress.

All day long sighs and sighs, unlike the twins who are happy to be funny and good at making everyone laugh and laugh.

Their "scientific research" work has fallen into a bottleneck.

Hermione saw all this in her eyes.

until one day.

"Christmas gifts for both of you, I gave them to you in advance." Hermione put a parcel tied with twine under their feet.

"What's this?" George cut the rope and saw the thick stacks of books inside.

"A set of Muggle elementary physics textbooks, I think it should be useful to you, and there should be knowledge that inspires you." Hermione nodded.

"Hermione, you are such a genius."

The twins praised it heartily.

Only the optimization of the flying broom does not require too much advanced knowledge.

You can’t use fluid mechanics, right?

Then they dug into the books and looked at the books to see if they could improve.

Many people are busy in these days.

Especially Hermione.

. The assessment, as well as Harry's closed brain.

The latter takes less time.

According to Harry, he had basically mastered the method of isolating Voldemort from prying thoughts, but when Hermione questioned, he evaded vaguely.

Hermione can only choose to trust.

She now turned her attention to another important thing for her.

Struggle for the liberation of domestic elves.

"What are you doing?"

Ron approached Hermione's seat, looking at her and not asking for it. She asked curiously.

In the Gryffindor's lounge, the fire in the fireplace was booming and extremely warm. Hermione was sitting quietly on the loose armchair at the time, weaving something, just crooked, without stitches Neat and looks ugly.

"Socks?" Ron asked tentatively.

"It's a hat!" Hermione stopped the work in her hand and said seriously.

"Hahaha, that's really ugly." Ron smiled over his stomach.

With a "meow", it curled around Hermione's lap, like a big **** cat on a cushion-Crookshank jumped down at this time, not knowing where to go.

Perhaps it was a sign that a fierce quarrel was about to erupt between the two.

"What do you want to do?" Ron narrowed his smile, frowned, and then asked.

Hermione put a bag of chocolate boxes on her hat.

"You said ~lightnovelpub.net~ If they pick it up, they will be free."

"That's an insult to them!" Ron said excitedly.

"Also, their current owner should be "Hogwarts", even if picked up, it's useless."

"Really?" Hermione lowered her head in disappointment, but she forgot it.

"Then I have to let them dress better at least, the working conditions there are really bad." Hermione said, and began to knit those mini clothes again.

"In addition to being fed and dressed, why don't you care about other aspects of them?"

"Otherwise, would you recommend my brother's indoor Quidditch device to them?" Ron sneered.

"It makes sense!" Hermione didn't even hear Ron's sarcasm, but fell into excitement, her eyes full of glitter.

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