Chapter 921

In fact, teaching Harry's brain block is like a disgusting addition to Professor Snape's Well, fun.

Anyway, according to van Lin's understanding of Professor Snape, Harry's experience is more from Harry's father, which is inevitable.

This becomes quite contradictory.

On the one hand, Harry himself represents a part of lily, and on the other hand

Well, maybe Professor Snape is reluctant, and van Lin doesn't think anyone can teach Harry brain block.

Maybe until Harry is really strong one day, anyway, Voldemort's Horcrux to resist Voldemort's own will, this is simply a joke.

Dumbledore has no way to guarantee, can play a role is nothing more than temporary blocking.

But there is no guarantee that it will work.

Anyway, it was definitely a nightmare for Harry.

That evening, Harry was worried about the next day. However, two potions lessons the next morning did not ease his fear, as Snape was still as unpleasant as he had been.

When members of the Defense Association approached him in the hallway during recess, he was even more depressed and asked hopefully if there was a meeting that night.

"The next time you come, let you know it's as usual," Harry said over and over, "but I can't do that tonight. I have to go - um - Tutor potions."

"You go to the potions Justin asked haughtily, forcing Harry to the end by the porch after dinner. "My God, you must be crazy. Snape seldom tutors people, does he?"

Ron glared after Sally as he strode away in an irritating stride. "Am I going to make him miserable? I can still attack him from here. " He said, pulling out his wand and aiming it at Sally's shoulder.

"Oh, forget him..." Harry said gloomily, "that's something everyone has to think about, isn't it? It was really stupid of me - "

" Hi, Harry, "said a voice behind him. He turned and found Qiu standing there.

"Oh," said Harry, inexplicably, his heart beating. "Hi."

"We'll be in the library, Harry," said Hermione and vaseline firmly as they grabbed Logan out of the marble corridor.

"Happy Christmas?" Qiu said.

"Well, not bad," said Harry.

"Mine is very pleasant." Qiu said that she was very embarrassed by this unreasonable conversation. "Well, I'm going to Hogsmeade again next month. Did you see the notice? "

"What? Oh, no, I didn't look at the bulletin board since I came back. "

"Yes, it was on Valentine's day."

"OK," said Harry, wondering why Cho told him all this.

"OK, I think you want..."

"I mean, you have time," Qiu said eagerly.

Harry looked at her blankly. He said, "I think you'd like to know the time of the next Defense Association meeting?"

But Qiu did not answer.

"I - um -" he said.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if it doesn't," she said, looking distressed.

"Don't worry. I - I'll see you a lot. " She walked away. Harry stood behind her, staring at her, his brain thinking wildly. And then something's making a dull noise here.

"Autumn! Hi autumn He ran after her, half way up the marble corridor.

"Well - do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's day?"

"Oh, yes!" She said, blushing and looking at Harry with great joy.

"Well, well, that's settled." Harry swallowed his own saliva, which made him feel a little out of shape, but nothing could express Harry's slightly uneasy heart more than this.

In fact, after this event, no matter who he was, he felt that Harry's day would not be wasted. For Harry, it should be a great joy.

Harry found van Lin and Hermione in the library before class in the afternoon. However, before six o'clock that evening, the successful invitation to Qiu Zhang could not alleviate his terrible feeling. He walked step by step to Snape's office.

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

There are more than 100 glass bottles in the shadowed room, which contain the juices of animals and plants of various colors. In one corner was a cupboard full of things that Snape had warned Harry - not for no reason - to rob. But Harry's attention turned to the table, where there was a shallow, stone filled pool of words and symbols in the candlelight.Harry had seen it - it was in Dumbledore's meditation basin. Just wondering what the thing was doing, Snape's cold voice came out.

"Close the door behind you, Potter." Harry did what he said. He felt like he was holding himself.

But as he turned back to the room, Snape went into the light and quietly pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. Harry sat down, and so did Snape. His cold black eyes were on Harry, and his face was discontented.

"Well, Potter, you know why you're here," he said. "The headmaster has asked me to teach you brain sealing. I just hope you'll be more familiar with it than pharmaceutics, and forget what that guy Vaseline taught you. Although his brain sealing technique is good, he is not a qualified teacher

Harry turned his lips to himself, disdaining Snape's statement, but refuting it when he was alone was obviously not a wise decision.

In fact, Vaseline taught him a lot of incantations, blasting incantations, eye disease mantras and so on. Many of them were directed by Vaseline, but in addition to cerebral block surgery.

"OK," Harry said simply.

"It's not a regular course, Potter," said Snape, with a sinister blink. "But I'm still your teacher, so you should call me 'sir' or 'Professor' all the time."

"Yes. Sir, "said Harry.

Snape looked at him with his tiny eyes and said, "now the brain block. When I tell you in your dear godfather's kitchen, magic blocks the branches of the mind against the invasion and influence of magic

"But why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?" Said Harry, looking strangely at Snape's glasses, waiting for his answer. Snape looked at him contemptuously for a moment. "Obviously you can get the answer, Potter? The dark Duke is very skilled at intruding into the mind -- "

" what is that? Sir

"It can read another person's thoughts and feelings from his heart -"

"can he read other people's psychology?" Harry said quickly, confirming his worst fears.

"You're not smart, Potter," said Snape, his black eyes flashing.

"You don't know that. That's a big drawback of not being a good potion maker Snape stopped for a moment, apparently pleased to embarrass Harry, but soon Snape lost that quality.

This kind of expression is very numerical in Van Lin's eyes, which probably means, you scum

"Only Muggles can say" read the mind. ". The mind is not a book that can be opened at leisure. The mind is not fixed in the mind and can be known by all. The mind is a complex thing with many levels, Porter - or at least, most people's minds are like this. " He gave a fake smile. "But that's true. The soul snatching mantra can control a person's mind and enter the mind of a victim to command him correctly. For example, the dark Duke always knows whether others are lying. Of course, it's not all soul snatching mantras. What's more commonly used and easy to use is to capture the mind and recite, which is the same principle as the soul snatching mantra. Only cerebral closure can close your mind and memory, and return unreal information without being detected. "

No matter what Snape says, the four words in mind sounds like mind reading to Harry, and he doesn't like it at all.

"So he can know what we're thinking? Sir

"The dark Duke is far away, and the walls and floors of Hogwarts are protected by some ancient incantation and magic, and the people who live in it are safe," snape said. "In magic, there is the concept of time and space, Potter. Eye contact is needed to capture the mind. "

"Well, then, why do I have to learn brain sealing?"

Snape looked at Harry as if he were looking at a troll. He pointed a long, thin finger at Harry.

"Common sense doesn't seem to apply to you, Potter. The ability to kill your curse to declare failure seems to indicate that you are related to the dark Duke. Sometimes, evidence suggests that when your mind is very relaxed - such as sleeping - you share the thoughts and emotions of the dark Duke. The headmaster felt that it was very wrong. He wanted me to teach you how to close your mind to the dark Duke. "

Harry's heart twitched again quickly. He didn't know that.

"But why does Professor Dumbledore want to stop him?" He asked suddenly. "I don't like it, but it's very useful, isn't it? I mean, I can see someone attacking Mr. Weasley, and if I can't, Professor Dumbledore can't save him, can he? Sir

Snape looked at Harry for a moment, still gagging his mouth. When he said it again, his voice slowed down as if every word weighed a thousand pounds.

"It seems that before this, the dark Duke did not realize the relationship between you and him. By now, you seem to have experienced his feelings and share his thoughts without any special effort. But before Christmas, your short dream -- ""Is it about the attack, or about Mr. Weasley?"

"Br >" just as the Duke of the dark said to me, "the third shock of my thought is not from the perspective of the Duke of the dark."

"I think I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter?" But Harry didn't mind Snape being angry, and at last he seemed to be at the end of the matter; so he went to the chair and didn't understand that. He sat on the edge of the chair, nervous but poised.

"If I'm sharing Voldemort's thoughts, why was it the third person perspective before that?"

"Don't say the name of the dark Duke!" Snape patted the table. A terrible silence.

They looked at each other through the dark shadows.

"Dumbledore said his name," Harry said quietly.

"Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard," snape muttered to himself. "He has enough security to say his name. But we are not. "

Obviously unhappy, he rubbed where the Duke of darkness had burned his left arm.

"I just want to know," Harry said again, politely pushing his voice back. "Why --"

"it was because the dark Duke was in a special period that you were observing as a third party," snarled Snape. "But this time, you're in his head. He's aware of you. Otherwise, who's the third party? "

"So fu - he - knows where I am?"

"I think so." Said Snape coldly.

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

"I told you," said Snape, sitting hard in his chair, his eyes narrowed, "call me" sir. "

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

"we can know very clearly," snape whispered. "The point is that the dark Duke is now until you can understand his thoughts and feelings. He is also ready to change that. That is to say, he can also understand your thoughts and Thoughts -- "

" so he can try to drive me to do something? " Harry asked, "sir?" He made up the sentence hastily.

"Maybe," said Snape, coldly ignoring. "Let's go back to brain sealing." Snape pulls his wand out of his pocket and Lee sits nervously in his chair, but Snape just raises the wand and points it at the root of his hair. When he put it away, something like silver ran away, widened like a string around the temple, and when he moved the wand to the meditation basin, it broke again. It spins silvery white, neither like gas nor liquid.

Two times later, Snape pointed his wand at the temple, then put the silver object into the stone pool. Then, without explaining what he had done, he carefully picked up the meditation basin, took him out of the bookshelf, grabbed his wand, and turned to face Harry.

"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter." Harry stood up and was very upset. They stood on either side of the table, looking at each other.

"You can use your wand to try to disarm me, or protect yourself in whatever way you want," snape said.

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

"I'll try to break into your heart," snape said softly. "I want to see how well you resist. I've told you to be ready to resist obsessive spells. You will find that you need a force similar to this. Take care of yourself. Now, take care of yourself Before Harry was ready, Snape began to attack, even before he began to summon some resistance.

The office suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes; one picture after another passed through his mind as if he had lost his sight like a glittering film. When he was five years old, watching Dudley ride a new red bicycle, he was very jealous. When he was nine years old, he and Rita, a bulldog, went up the tree, and the dudleys were laughing on the lawn below. He sat under the division hat, which told him he could do well in Slytherin. Hermione was lying in the hospital, her face covered in her thin black hair. A hundred Dementors surrounded him by the Black Lake. Qiu leans against him under the mistletoe.

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