Chapter 599： unforgettable memory

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Snape stared blankly at Harry with an unfathomable expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." he said coldly. "You know!" Harry was so anxious that he couldn't help but leaned forward. With a wave of his sleeves, Snape almost hit Harry, but Snape didn't even look, he turned around and walked away. Harry took a few quick steps and stopped him again.

Ron and Hermione slid between them, Harry and Snape glaring at each other.

"But—Professor Snape, we won't give up." Hermione spoke at this time, she said in a deliberately flattering tone, "In order to avoid others seeing it, it's better to change place."

Snape, Harry and Ron followed the direction of her fingers. There was the auditorium, a group of students bursting out of the door happily, chattering, shoving and chatting enthusiastically.

The exam is over.

Seamus Finnigan, who was walking in front, saw Harry and waved excitedly: "Hey! Harry, are you okay?"

Several people in the hall looked back silently, "Professor?" Hermione asked happily.

"Follow me," Snape said angrily. He walked ahead, and the three of them followed in step. They walked down the hall stairs to the base of the castle, and soon came to Snape's office.

"boom!"

Snape slammed the door shut, and the light in the room dimmed. Hermione was just about to speak - "Shut up, you stupid girl!" Snape shouted, and he turned to Harry so fast that Harry thought he was going to twist his neck, "Do you know that the brain is closed off? Is surgery to protect you?"

"I know," said Harry calmly, "and I also know that whether it's Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Hepp, they're all working hard for Voldemort's downfall, just like my parents were. It's just that I'm not ten years old. The baby in need of protection five years ago is now a warrior."

"And me," Hermione said.

"We're all warriors," said Ron hastily.

"Warrior," Snape repeated in a low voice, "Warrior?" His face twitched violently, and he shouted frantically, "Then what am I? A coward—"

"You're an undercover agent," Harry said. "That requires more forbearance and caution, as well as wisdom and courage. That's why we found you, and I believe you can judge the situation at hand."

A moment of silence--

Snape opened his mouth and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to do?"

done! Harry suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and he quickly and clearly said what was in his heart: "I have thought about it, and I know that Professor Hepp taught me Occlumency to prevent my mind from being spied on by Voldemort, or Misguided, but I've seen Voldemort's thoughts a few times—"

"That's why he didn't know the connection between you, but now he does!" Snape interrupted rudely.

"Yes," echoed Harry, "but have you ever thought about how this connection came about?" Snape's eyes widened suddenly, "I did, sir. It happens every time I'm very tired, When the brain is unprotected and Voldemort’s mood fluctuates greatly, I judge that two conditions must be met at the same time before it is possible to temporarily connect our brains.”

Snape slowly exhaled the air from his lungs.

"An interesting guess," he said dryly. "What did that inspire you?"

"I can influence him in reverse!" Harry said fiercely. "When he was dueling with Headmaster Dumbledore! Think about it, he must be doing his best now, so he can't even hold Occlumency. , if I can influence him a little, it might change the outcome of the duel."

"Affecting the Dark Lord? Potter, do you know what you're talking about? You're facing possibly the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard ever—"

"The most powerful?" Harry sneered. "If he is proficient in black magic, he does have a chance to win this title. But we are discussing a completely different field now, which is a contest of wills."

Snape looked at him blankly.

"Since you insist, Potter."

"—If I understand correctly, you want me to break into your brain in the most brutal way, and tear the barrier that was finally accumulated with Occlumency to pieces—"

He took his wand out of his pocket, pointed at Harry, and said softly, "It's going to be very painful. It's like mushing your brain with a flaming stick." Ron, who was beside him, couldn't help swallowing, "I believe Before long you will beg me to let you go."

"Just this level of pain," Harry said stubbornly, touching the scar on his forehead, "I think I've experienced it many times."

"I'll wait and see," Snape said. "So, Legilimency!"

Before Harry could react, the office in front of him disappeared, and pictures flashed quickly:

On his eleventh birthday, he painted a birthday cake alone on the beach; Quirrell took off his hood with his back to him, revealing Voldemort on the back of his head; he stuck the Gryffindor sword in the basilisk's head; on the covered bridge A hundred Dementors came at him; he, Ron, and Hermione were tied to tombstones as Voldemort gave his return speech; he chanted the Killing Curse in the underground training ground at Black's old house; Ginny Open your eyes and approach him...

No, Harry resisted, a force suddenly popped up in his mind, and he pushed outwards along the force, "Bang!" He came back to his senses, seeing Snape hitting the table, Harry panting Qi, the blood vessels on the temples throbbed.

Snape rubbed his back, his eyes flickered dangerously, and Ron and Hermione, who couldn't breathe beside him, clenched their wands in their pockets secretly for fear that he would turn into anger. But Snape just said coldly, "Very well, the foundation is strong, the counterattack is good. That means you're going to have to suffer a little more—"

"Legislasia!"

This time the intensity was much higher than the last time, Harry clearly felt the pain of the brain being torn apart, and the counterattack came naturally - "What is this? Potter?" Snape yelled at him, pointing in the air A sparkling magical barrier.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, and he didn't want to do it either, completely subconscious.

"Excuse me?" Snape repeated flatteringly, then said fiercely, "Put the wand away, Potter."

Harry was silent for two seconds, walked to the corner and handed Ron his wand.

"Don't worry, Harry, if he wants to do something nasty to you—" Ron whispered to him, shielding himself from Snape with Harry.

"Don't interfere," said Harry.

"What—" Ron looked shocked.

"Don't interfere. We have to succeed," Harry said, returning to his place and defiantly addressing Snape, "Are you still being too cautious, are you afraid I'll get hurt? Don't worry, I've tried more than this. more ruthless."

Snape's chest heaved violently, clearly out of breath. He gave Harry a vicious look, as if a curse would be uttered in the next second, Harry smiled at him, Snape stopped talking nonsense, and uttered the spell for the third time: "Legilimity!"

pain! Excruciating pain! Harry covered his forehead and looked at Snape, trying not to let the tears linger. He tried his best to mobilize the power brought to him by Occlumency and set up a line of defense, but now that he lost his wand, he could only fight against Snape with perseverance. common invasion. Soon, his defenses melted like soap bubbles in the sun. Harry tried his best to resist, but he could only watch his brain gradually lose its resistance and open up to Snape...

Harry was forced to recall memories farther back - his life as an invisible man in the Dursleys. Dark, cobwebbed cupboards, fat old clothes worn all year round, transparent eye sockets with tape, scared to climb up trees by Aunt Maggie's dog, stuffed into trash can by Dudley and his friends ... no, farther than that, he saw a green light, he saw Voldemort, he saw his mother... Lily Potter, she was begging Voldemort to spare her child...

"No--!"

Someone shouted, like a wounded beast barking. Then Harry found himself in a novel world, and before he could react, pictures of memories came one after another:

It was Snape - he was younger than he was now - kneeling in the rubble, holding a woman in grief, a baby sitting in a cot next to him, with a lightning-shaped wound on his forehead;

Then the scene changes. On a desolate, cold hilltop in the dark, a conversation that may never be known—

"That—that prophecy... that prophecy... Trelawney..." Snape paled.

"Ah, yes, how much have you conveyed to Voldemort?"

The top of the mountain disappeared, this time in the principal's office.

"I thought...you would...keep her...safe..."

"She and James mistrusted others...Her son is alive with the same eyes as his mother. If you love Lily Evans, don't let her die in vain. Help me protect Lily's son."

"...Don't tell me, Dumbledore! Only you and I know! You swear!"

Still in the office, but obviously not the same day, closer to the present time, because Professor Hepp was mentioned in the conversation. Dumbledore raised his right hand and said to Snape with an ugly face: "Felix is ​​still young, he doesn't understand--or doesn't want to understand, everything has to be paid for... don't worry, it won't kill me. ."

"But what about that kid? When are you going to tell him that he's a Horcrux whose only purpose in life is to die?"

"Not yet," said Dumbledore sternly. "I made some preparations, but not enough. I must not tell him now."

The office disappeared, new images formed slowly, so slowly that Harry had time to think about the memory he had just seen, that he was a Horcrux... destined to die... and then he found himself bathed in a soft sun that seemed to be On a quiet and suitable afternoon, the sun was dyed rose red. Harry was standing on the edge of a nearly deserted playground, and behind the bushes stood a boy not far from him.

Harry almost thought it was a forgotten childhood, because the boy looked a lot like him at first glance - a wiry little frame forced into a fat, outdated old suit, black hair, It's long and messy.

But the next second Harry didn't think so, the boy secretly looked at the two little girls playing games, one of them - Harry stared at those strangely green almond eyes - she was holding a withered flower in her hand. flower, the little girl spread her palm, and the flower came to life again and bloomed in her hand.

"enough!"

A voice exploded in Harry's ear, and Harry was pushed away by a huge force and fell to the ground. He opened his eyes to find Snape hunched over, swaying a few times, and finally kneeling on the ground, just as Harry remembered it, only there was nothing in his arms now.

Snape and Harry gasped violently, staring deeply at each other, as if they were acquainted with each other for the first time.

Harry's mind was a mess, all kinds of information intertwined, and the shock of the terrible truth he had grabbed from Snape's memory was far more violent than the previous few Legilimency, Snape was the only one. It was the culprit that caused his misfortune, Snape's feelings for Lily, Snape's patron saint, and the conversation between Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore... He was a Horcrux and was doomed to die.

I am a soul. Harry stared at Snape, everything made sense, his scars, his Parseltongue, his unusual connection to Voldemort. Dumbledore knew, and Professor Hepp...probably knew, but they didn't say anything.

That's why they treat themselves so well. People have always been more tolerant of the dead, Harry thought to himself, mockingly.

"Harry, Harry! What's the matter with you?"

Harry looked up and looked blankly at Ron and Hermione. Ron, who was looking at Snape hostilely, shouted, "What did he do to you? Harry, what did he do?"

Harry took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress all kinds of chaotic emotions. Now is not the time to think about it. He must make a decision as soon as possible... but the effect is not obvious.

"Oh—please, there must be something to use—" Hermione rummaged through the beaded pouch, pulling out all kinds of bottles and jars, but Harry stopped her.

"I--cough--I'm fine," he mumbled, his throat terribly congested.

Harry stared at the faces of the two and stood up slowly. He looked at Snape who was slumped on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Then—continue."

"Continue, continue?" Snape said slowly, his sanity seemed to be frozen by the cold floor, completely unable to understand this simple sentence.

"Yes, you heard that right, Professor Snape, let's continue." Harry said almost grimly, he couldn't figure out why he was still sane, maybe he wanted to see that person too much.

Suddenly his scar hurts without warning, and he is dragged into another person's point of view - Voldemort's.

Harry looked at the other 'self' jealously.

He's wielding a beautiful and deadly wand, flamboyant, how free! One after another powerful magic was released without any scruples, and the snake wooden staff made a pleasant groan, just like its owner's mood at the moment, Voldemort was in a very happy mood, and he finally overwhelmed Dumbledore head-on for the first time. occupy an absolute advantage.

"Your strength has diminished too much, Dumbledore! You seem to have a hole card? But your body can't hold it anymore!"

Voldemort hissed like a snake, constantly changing positions, and terrifying black flames condensed from the snake's wooden staff. Once the trees, rocks, and soil in the valley were stained, they immediately turned into decaying ashes.

Dumbledore was breathing heavily, his eyes half closed, a fine layer of sweat dripping from his wrinkled face.

His physical state, as he expected, fell precisely to a trough, this trough had a fatal allure to Voldemort, enough to trigger his greedy nature, but Dumbledore judged one thing wrong-

Voldemort has finally taken full control of the wand left by his ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, and unleashed its full power.

And the elder wand in his own hand contributed very limited power.

As Voldemort said, he does have the trump card, but the process of uncovering the trump card will take a while. He waved the Elder Wand calmly—even with a touch of grace, resisting the constant whistling of powerful spells from all directions.

But whether it was Voldemort or Harry hiding behind him, he could find that the old man seemed to be really old and dull. It seems very difficult for the continuous offensive.

Why didn't he summon Fox? Harry thought dispassionately, as he (and Voldemort) stared at Dumbledore, watching him fall into decline, was this man in front of him who caused everything and changed his (their) fate forever?

He tried so hard to kill himself.

At this moment, Harry's and Voldemort's emotions seemed to overlap. He waved a snake-wood staff, smashed a piece of earth, cut off a protruding rock wall, and the huge magic force almost divided the sunken valley into two, and the broken wood And the dirt was rolled up high. More sunset light poured in from the crack in the valley, and Voldemort (Harry) narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the old man who was staggering as if he was about to fall.

He looked so powerless, as if the most common killing curse could kill him.

The snake face showed a sinister smile, and he was so excited that he was about to explode, the long-cherished wish of many years-the mortal enemy of many years fell before his eyes, what a wonderful feeling, he slowly raised his wand-

"Harry! Harry!" Hogwarts Castle, Ron and Hermione called this name, just now, Harry suddenly motionless, his eyes showed strong hatred.

"Don't bother him!" said Snape, getting up from the ground.

"But—" Hermione looked at Snape, then at Harry, bewildered, and moved out of the way. When Snape finally saw Harry's state, he took a deep breath, Harry's green eyes were covered in blood The pupils gradually disappeared, turning into a pair of snake eyes.

"Harry! Wake up!" Ron yelled recklessly into his ear.

Harry ignored it, and raised his right hand--even though there was no wand in it, he made the motion of firing a spell. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione shook him desperately, they didn't know what was going on, but they knew the situation was extremely dangerous.

Harry's jaw clenched and his lips moved.

Hundreds of kilometers away, there is a person who has the same mind as him doing the same action——

"Avada gnaws at the tile!"

"Call God Guard!"

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