Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry's heart pounded, Snape explained and Ivan kept telling him about it.

But he always felt something was wrong, and some things didn't make sense.

“Why did Professor Dumbledore stop it?” He suddenly asked, "I don't like this feeling very much, but it worked. I saw Voldemort splitting his soul, making soul artifacts out of demonic statues, and saving Racis, didn't I? Professor?”

Hearing such sensitive words as Voldemort, Soul Splitting, Evil God Statue, Snape apparently retreated a bit.

He looked at Harry, still touching his mouth with his fingers, and then slowly opened his mouth as if he were considering each word.

“The Dark Head didn't seem to realize the connection between you and him until recently, until you seemed to be able to perceive his emotions and thoughts, and he didn't know it, but now the situation is completely different, your dream so seriously invaded his mind, and seeing something so important, do you think he would do nothing? ”

“What is Voldemort going to do? ”

“Don't say his name, Potter! ”

“Professor Dumbledore also said his name.” Harry whispered.

“Dumbledore is a powerful wizard, and he may not utter the name, but the rest of us are not…” Snape said in a shady way, "Your direct name of the Dark Head is just a foolish manifestation, because ignorance makes you fearless. ”

He seemed to touch his left arm unconsciously, and Harry knew it was where the Black Demon Mark had been branded.

“Then he now knows my connection with him. What is he going to do, Professor?” Harry tries to be polite, "in turn, manipulating me? ”

He didn't think so to Snape, but he didn't come here to fight Snape.

Harry had more to worry about, and at the end of that duel in Norway, he seemed to be under Voldemort's control!

He remembered the scene at the time, when he could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, but lost control of his body. Voldemort was speaking with his mouth, most of all requiring his body to move, and fell directly from that platform into an endless abyss.

“Probably! Snape said coldly and indifferently," You have to understand that we are not worried about him controlling you, but instead perceiving your thoughts and feelings, knowing from you the secrets he is interested in, which is exactly what he is good at, and that you know too much that you should not know. ”

A moment of silence, Snape's words made Harry feel bad, and he actually became the source of the leak.

Is that so, Dumbledore wouldn't tell him anything, rather he stayed alone with the Desirees?

Snape pulled the wand out of the robe and Harry's body tightened.

But Snape just lifts his cane tip to the temple and inserts it into the greasy roots of his hair.

When he removed the wand, there was a silver strand attached to the tip of the wand, like coarse spider silk.

He tore it apart and let it gently fall into the meditation basin, spinning silver-white in the basin, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised the wand to the temple twice more, adding silver matter to the stone basin.

He didn't explain, he just carefully held the meditation basin to the side shelf.

Then he turned around and held the wand against Harry.

“Stand up and take out your wand, Potter. ”

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

“You've studied brain closure with Mason before, you should know something basic, and now you can use it, disarm my weapon with a wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of.” Snape said, "Either way! ”

“What are you gonna do?” Harry looked at Snape's wand with fear and asked.

“Into your brain!” Snape said softly, "I want to see your resistance, now, ready, mindful! ”

Harry had never seen Ivan do it before, and Snape suddenly made a move, even knowing that he had not had time to prepare for resistance.

The office wandered off in front of him, a picture flashed through his mind like a movie, and he couldn't see what was around him.

When he was five years old, he watched Dulley ride a new red bike, and his heart was filled with jealousy.

At the age of nine, he was driven to the tree by the watchdog Lippe, and the Desirees laughed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, he was helpless.

He was wearing a yard cap and heard it say he could go to Slytherin.

In the first grade, he faced Professor Quiro, who was controlled by Voldemort alone.

He and Ivan grabbed Snake Monster and wandered around the school pipeline.

Also, more than a hundred psychedelics surrounded him and Hermione on a dark field.

Sirius fainted beside him, and he saw two silver-white guardians flying from afar.

Autumn wants to go out with him to Hogsmeade, he wants to...

No, there's a voice in Harry's head that says, "You can't watch this, you can't watch this, it's private.

He felt a sore knee and Snape's office came back.

Harry found himself on the ground, a knee heavily kowtowing on the table leg.

He looked up at Snape and saw him rubbing his wrist, where there was a reddish whip, like a branding.

“Do you want to make a stinger spell?” Snape asked coldly.

“No.” Harry resentfully said, climbing from the ground.

“I suppose so. Snape scornfully said," You let me insert too deep, you lose control. ”

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

“Some clips.” Snape whispered, "Whose dog is it? ”

“Aunt Maggie's.” Harry whispered that he hated Snape so much.

“It sucks, you should have reacted faster!” Snape raised his wand again, "you wasted a lot of time and energy screaming, making some useless resistance, you have to concentrate, resist me with your head, not with your wand. ”

“I'll try.” Harry said angrily, "but you didn't tell me what to do! ”

“Courtesy, Potter!” Snape said harshly, "I thought you knew, because you told me that you had studied cerebral occlusion before, and I didn't think you even knew the basics, which is disappointing, and now I want you to close your eyes. ”

Harry glared at him so hard that he didn't want to do it.

He didn't like standing there with his eyes closed and Snape standing in front of him with a wand.

“Exclude clutter, Porter.” Snape's cold voice said, "throw away all emotions. ”

Harry tried to do it, but his anger at Snape still struck his veins like venom.

It's easier to get rid of anger than lose a leg.

Ivan had previously told him to empty his brain, not want anything, not say to throw away all emotions.

“You didn't do it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, focus your thoughts, start! ”

Harry tried to clear his mind, not think, not remember, not feel.

“Fine. Again, I'll count to three, one, two, three, mindfulness! ”

The office disappeared again, and Harry saw his parents wave at him in the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the resurrection of Voldemort, and countless Death Eaters watched them under their hood.