Chapter 938

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"Stand up, Potter."

The day after dreaming of Lockwood, Harry knelt on the floor of Snape's office, trying to wash his head.

He had just been forced to go through some memories of a long time ago, mostly of Dudley and his accomplices bullying him in primary school.

"The last memory," snape said, "what is that?"

"I don't know," said Harry, standing up tired. He found it harder to separate memories from flashbacks under Snape's constant pressure. "You mean my cousin's going to lock me up in the toilet?"

"No," snape said softly, "I mean a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."

"That, nothing." Said Harry. Snape's eyes went straight into Harry's eyes. He once said that eye contact was very important for mind capture. Harry blinked and looked aside.

"How did that man and that room get in your head, Potter?" Snape asked.

"It -" Harry looked around, but didn't look at Snape. "It's just a dream for me."

"A dream?" Snape repeated. There was a silence, and Harry watched a dead frog float in some purple liquid.

"You know why we're here, don't you? Porter. " Said Snape in a low, dangerous voice.

"Do you know why I gave up every night to do this boring job?"

"Yes." Said Harry mechanically.

"Tell me why we're here, Potter."

"Because I'm going to study brain sealing, Professor..." Harry said that now his eyes were fixed on a dead eel.

"Yes, Potter. As stupid as you are - "

Harry turned back to look at Snape, hating.

"I thought you would make some progress after a month or two of study. How many other dreams have you had about mysterious people

"Only that one," Harry lied.

"Maybe," said Snape, his cold black eyes narrowing slightly, "maybe you really enjoy these dreams, Potter. Maybe they make you feel a special - importance? "

"No, they didn't," said Harry, his jaw taut and his fingers clenched with the wand.

"Well then, Potter," snape said coldly, "since you are neither special nor important, you have nothing to do with what the mysterious man and his death eaters are saying."

"No - that's your job, isn't it?" Harry called at him. He didn't want to say that, but he blurted out in anger. For a long time they glared at each other, and Harry thought he had gone too far. But there was a strange, almost satisfied look on Snape's face as he spoke.

"Yes, Potter," he said, his eyes flashing. "It's my job. Now, if you're ready, we'll start again. " He raised his wand and said, "one, two, three

A hundred Dementors came over the lake and came towards Harry. His face was distorted by concentration. They're closer, and Harry can see the black hole under their hoods. He could still see Snape standing in front of him, staring at Harry and muttering to himself. For some reason, Snape became clearer and sharper, and Dementors became more and more blurred.

Harry raised his wand. "Call on God to protect you!"

Snape stumbled - his wand flew out - and suddenly Harry's mind was filled with memories that didn't belong to him: a man with a crooked nose was roaring at a shrinking woman, a little black haired boy crying in a corner; a greasy haired teenager sitting alone in a dark room, pointing his wand at the ceiling and shooting at flies; a The skinny boy was trying to jump on a broom while a girl was laughing at him.

"Enough!" Harry felt a big push on his chest. He fell back a few steps, hit a few shelves, and heard something break. Snape's face trembled slightly. The robe on Harry's back was wet through. One of the bottles he hit broke, and something sticky came out of it.

"Return to its original state," snape hissed, and the bottle immediately returned to its original state.

"Well, Potter. There is progress. " Snape gasped slightly. He held the basin. Before class, he put in some memories, as if to make sure they were still in it.

"I don't remember asking you to use a defensive spell, but it's certainly useful."

Harry didn't say anything; he felt it was dangerous to say anything. He must have entered Snape's memory and seen Snape's childhood. He thought wearily that the little boy crying to watch his parents quarrel was standing in front of him, his eyes full of disgust.

"Let's do it again?" Said Snape.

It scares Harry a little. He's going to pay for what just happened. He's sure. They stood on both sides of the table, and Harry felt it was harder to clear his mind now."I count three," snape said, lifting his wand again. Before Harry could concentrate on clearing his mind, he heard Snape yelling, "mind taking --"

the scene quickly changed. He ran across the corridor leading to the Department of mysteries, past the blank walls, past the torches - the black door was there, opened even wider, and he ran so fast that he almost rushed up, and he stood again In front of it, saw the light blue light in the crack of the door - the door opened!

He went through the door and came to a round room. The walls were black and the floor below was black. Only the blue candle light was shining. There were many doors around. Which door should he go?

"Potter!" Harry opened his eyes, and he lay unconscious on the ground again; he gasped as if he had run through the long corridor leading to the Department of mysteries, through the black door, and found the round room.

"Explain it!" Cried Snape, looking at him from above, looking very angry.

"I don't know what's going on," Harry said realistically, standing up. He had a lump on the back of his head that he had hit the ground when he fell. "I've never seen it, I mean, I told you, I dreamed of a door that never opened -"

"you didn't work hard enough!" For some reason, Snape looks more angry than when Harry entered his memory two minutes ago. "You're too lazy and conceited, Potter. It's just a little miracle, the Dark Lord..."

"Well, can you tell me, sir?" Said Harry, beginning to get angry again. "Why are you called Lord Voldemort? I only heard Death Eaters call him that

Snape opened his mouth angrily - a woman's scream came from outside. Snape jumped to his feet, staring at the ceiling.

"What is this -" he muttered. Harry could hear a muffled commotion coming from the hall. Snape looked at him, frowning.

"Did you see anything unusual when you came down, Potter?"

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