Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

Harry could only follow his steps closely.

This is a cut short road that can reach two floors below.

A closed wooden door blocked their way, and Snape pushed it away, and a strong herbal scent hit his face.

The dim light shines through the glass bottles filled with all kinds of potion materials, creating strange shadows on the wall, which is creepy.

Harry felt that the bottle of African beetle on the table was staring straight at him, and the rustling sound from where it came from made goose bumps all over his body.

"In fact, I don't like to make up for people. A mediocre is a mediocre. No matter how you study, you can reach the level."

Snape sat in the chair, looking back and forth at Harry with his slightly mocking eyes.

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

"Potter, you lack the patience you deserve, just like your arrogant father." Snape's tone became more and 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 was curled with mockery.

"Well, my time is also precious, but Dumbledore asked me before he left office, otherwise I would not be interested in a troublemaker at all."

"I just want to see the results of that Miss Granger's teaching." Snape stood up from the withered rattan chair, stomped back and forth at the long and decadent table, raised a glass and shook one of it. The dark blue liquid turned pink again.

At this time, he turned around and looked at Harry who was a bit bitter.

Then Harry's expression changed to amazement in that moment.

Occlumency, the word popped out of his heart.

"Originally, this task was given to me by Dumbledore. You know, I hate you. I do not shy away from mentioning this. It is not a good countermeasure for both of us." Snape was malicious. Say.

"I don't need you to teach either." Harry said tit for tat.

"It's just that Dumbledore asked me before he left and asked me to check your study progress regularly. If Miss Granger's performance is not good, maybe I have to do it for me."

Harry's expression suddenly became tense, as if he was facing an enemy.

What would happen if Snape was asked to teach him?

"You'd better pray that you practice well, otherwise, let me see some secrets that shouldn't be seen, you shouldn't be willing." Snape's eyes looked at him gloomily, and Harry's heart jumped. .

"Occlumency, a spell that prevents the mind from being invaded by outsiders. It is a remote one of witchcraft, but it is very useful." Snape said to himself first."I don't know the quality of Miss Granger's teaching, and I have no time to supervise you."

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

"Now, raise your wand, Potter."

"Fight against me."

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

"You'd better pray that you practice well, otherwise, let me see some secrets that shouldn't be seen, you shouldn't be willing." Snape's eyes looked at him gloomily, and Harry's heart jumped. .

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

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

"I want to get into your brain," Snape said softly, "we want to look at your resistance. It's similar to resisting the Imperius Curse. Desire!"

Snape shot suddenly, caught off guard, before Harry had time to resist.The office shook in front of his eyes and disappeared, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see what was around him.

When he was five years old, he was full of jealousy watching Dudley riding on his new red bicycle. When he was nine years old, he was driven into a tree by the watchdog Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn.

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

He was terrified.

No, there was a voice in Harry's head that cried, "You can't watch this, you can't watch it, it's private-he struggled desperately, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, Snape's office came back, and he found himself Falling to the ground, one knee hit the table leg hard.

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

"Do you want to curse the sting?" Snape asked coldly.

"No." Harry said bitterly, as he got up from the ground.

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

"Have you seen it all?" Harry wondered if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Some snippets." Snape said, curling his lips. "Whose dog owns that dog?"

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

"I will work hard." Harry said angrily. "But you didn't tell me how to do it!"

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

"As for doing this, it was Miss Granger's responsibility. I'm just checking it now. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Harry gave him a bad look before doing so.

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 said in a cold voice, "let go of all feelings." But the anger at Snape still hit his veins like venom.Is it easier to throw away your anger than to lose a leg?

"You didn't do it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, focus your thoughts, and start." Harry tried to clear his mind, not thinking, remembering, or feeling.

"Come on again, I count to three one-two-three-seductive mind!"

Harry felt as if his soul was torn apart, to be seen transparently, with nowhere to hide.

"Harry, emptying your emotions is not the only way. You can gather your emotions, but they can't be complex emotions, they can only be single, so that it can also play a defensive role." Not long ago, Hermione said He recalled it in his mind..

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

"But it must be strong enough."

anger?Harry felt that he was out of anger, but that was not enough to resist Snape's invasion.

As Hermione said, those emotions are like a group of stragglers, unable to organize effective resistance.

When the depths of the memory were revealed, it made him feel as if he was stripped naked, thrown in front of the auditorium, and received the crowd's onlookers.

He was afraid that Snape would compile his memory completely, no more privacy, and then laughed at him in class.

The figure of a beautiful black-haired girl suddenly got into his mind, but not only she, but also a boy, she was closing her eyes and kissing Cedric while standing under the tall mistletoe.

During Christmas, a woman standing at the place where the mistletoe hangs, and a man beside her can ask for a kiss.

The woman cannot refuse.

Legend has it that a woman standing under the mistletoe on Christmas Day can get happiness.

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

Harry couldn't imagine what Snape would do when he learned of this.

Now, before Christmas, his imaginary has drifted so far.

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

"No, I refuse!" his heart roared.

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

To laugh at him is to laugh at yourself.

These are things that Harry would not know.

The strong and continuous emotion was like an iron wall that prevented Snape's contemplation, but his expression was quite hideous and he was plunged into extreme pain.

"It seems to be somewhat useful." Snape frowned, returned without success, put away his wand, his tone was unexpected.

"Can I go?" Harry asked breathlessly.

Snape gave him a cold look.

"Yes." He said cherishly.

So Harry opened the door like an escape and left here.

Snape looked at Harry's back, even though he closed the door and it slammed loudly, his eyes didn't look away.

Today, Harry had stimulated his potential and stopped Snape's peeping explosively, but he was not happy at all.

Because he paid an extremely heavy price for it.

This is just a small episode in Hogwarts' life.

The student's life is still busy.

The Weasley brothers have started their entrepreneurial activities again. Their father's current situation has confirmed that they are safe and sound, and they have the mind to put them into great money-making and prank businesses.

After their passionate sales.

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

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

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

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"I don't like the favor owed to Gryffindor." Pansy said coldly, but did not push the thing back, but accepted it.

Of course, she wouldn't know, it was just the two brothers wanting to repay their personal affection.

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

They now put the development of the Golden Snitch and Mini Broom on the agenda.

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

Mini brooms can develop more types.

They should try their best to maintain the balance of the performance of the broomstick, and avoid the all-round performance of the firebolt that is ahead of the times.

For example, the straight-line acceleration ability of some brooms can be appropriately stronger, and it is easier to cooperate with floating technique.

But the corresponding turning ability is worse.

Some dive capabilities are enhanced, and some ascent capabilities are enhanced.

In short, let each broom have its own characteristics.

They are entangled in how to meet these requirements. The materials have been studied by them, but they have not improved.

Those who sigh and sigh all day are not like the twins who are happy to be funny and good at making everyone laugh and laugh.

Their "research" work has reached a bottleneck.

Hermione saw it all.

until one day.

"The Christmas presents for both of you are handed to you in advance." Hermione put a package tied with twine at 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 sincerely.

Just optimizing the flying broom, it doesn't require too much knowledge.

You can’t use any fluid mechanics, right?

Then the two eagerly immersed their heads in these books to see if they could improve on the direction.

Many people are busy in these days.

Especially Hermione.

.'S assessment, and Harry's Occlumency.

The latter takes less time.

According to Harry, he has basically mastered the method to isolate Voldemort from prying his mind, but when Hermione asked, he vaguely avoided talking.

Hermione can only choose to trust.

She now turned her attention to another matter that was extremely important to her.

Struggling for the liberation of house elves.

"What are you doing?"

Ron approached Hermione's seat and asked curiously, seeing that she was not struggling to write.

In the Gryffindor’s lounge, the fire in the fireplace was blazing and warm, and Hermione was sitting quietly in the loose armchair at this time, knitting something, just crooked, without stitches. Neat and looks ugly.

"Socks?" Ron asked tentatively.

"It's a hat!" Hermione stopped her work and said solemnly.

"Hahaha, that's ugly." Ron clutched his stomach and laughed.

With a "meow", it twisted on Hermione's legs like a big ginger cat on a cushion-Crookshanks jumped down at this moment, not knowing where he went.

Perhaps it heralded 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 edible chocolate boxes on the hat she knitted.

"You said, when they are cleaning, if they pick it up, will they be free?"

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

"Also, their current owner should be "Hogwarts." Even if you pick it up, it's useless."

"Really?" Hermione dropped her head in disappointment. She had forgotten that.

"Then I have to at least make them dress better. The working conditions there are really terrible." Hermione said, and started knitting those mini clothes again.

"Except for food and clothing, why don't you care about other aspects of them anymore?"

"Or, do you recommend my brother's indoor Quidditch device to them?" Ron said mockingly.

"Makes sense!" Hermione didn't hear Ron's sarcasm at all. Instead, she fell into excitement, her eyes full of sparkle.

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