Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 231

c231 Harry: She is my mother, what does it have to do with you?

Chapter 231 Harry: She is my mother, what does it have to do with you?

When Harry came out of the Chamber of Secrets, he felt that he was no longer afraid of death.

There was nothing to be afraid of. James told him that death was lighter than sleep and not painful at all.

Even when he came out of the Chamber of Secrets, the History of Magic course had not yet ended. He had not been with his parents for too long. Ever since he was obsessed with the Mirror of Erised in the first grade, Harry knew that he should not be obsessed with illusory things.

Not to mention, he thought he would see them again soon.

Harry’s first brain block practice was on Saturday. On this day, he came to the basement as usual and met Malfoy who was wandering in the castle.

Malfoy was less excited since he came to Hogwarts again with Cyrus.

To be honest, he missed the days in Hogwarts very much, after all, his two friends were still here. But when he came back this time, Malfoy found that the situation was different. Goyle and Crabbe were full of hostility towards him, saying that he and his father were traitors and would be liquidated sooner or later!

Most of the other Slytherins were like this. Now, the entire Slytherin has almost been divided into two factions. One of the parents still stood on Voldemort’s side, and the other group was the group that crossed the flames and gathered around Cyrus.

Malfoy felt that everything was not so interesting, so that even if he met Harry, he was not in the mood to quarrel.

Coincidentally, Harry felt a little nostalgic even when looking at Malfoy at this time.

But when Harry got closer to Snape’s office, he didn’t miss it at all.

He found that his footsteps stopped at the door of Snape’s office with Malfoy.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?”

“I want to ask you, Pott.” Malfoy still didn’t like Harry, frowned, and seemed to want to quarrel with Harry and recall the feeling of the past, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.

He felt that he shouldn’t waste time with a fool like Harry.

Unlike Harry Pott, who was still enjoying his school days without worries, Malfoy obviously felt that he was surrounded by huge responsibilities and pressure (referring to the Malfoy family being sandwiched between Voldemort and Cyrus), and should be more mature.

“It has nothing to do with you!” Harry said a little aggressively.

“That’s what I wanted to say!” Malfoy said something inconsistent, sneered and pushed open the door of Snape’s office, and the two walked in one after another.

This was a dim room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, and sticky animal and plant specimens floating in colorful potions.

“I brought the Pensieve, Professor.” After Malfoy walked into the room, he took out a shallow stone basin engraved with mysterious symbols from a small package – it must have been cast with a traceless extension spell.

“Pensieve?” Harry recognized it at once.

At other times, Harry and Dumbledore had entered the Pensieve together. Malfoy’s Pensieve looked a little older than Dumbledore’s.

“Where did you get the Pensieve?”

“Why would you mind your own business?” Malfoy immediately retorted, but he changed his mind and smiled proudly, “Of course Professor Cyrus gave it to me! He taught me advanced alchemy in my second year! This Pensieve was repaired at that time!”

Hearing this, Harry felt sour in his heart.

You have time to teach Malfoy, but not me?

Harry was angry when Snape’s cold voice came from the shadows, which scared him.

“Close the door behind you, Potter.”

Snape didn’t know whether he had been in the dark from the beginning or just came out. Anyway, he suddenly made a sound, which made Malfoy and Harry a little unnatural.

“Draco, put the Pensieve on the table, and then you can leave.” His empty eyes swept over Malfoy, and then said, “Remember, don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I know, Professor, Principal Cyrus has mentioned it to me.” Malfoy was still very respectful when facing Cyrus and Snape.

He nodded, then left the office, and Harry walked over to close the door.

The moment the wooden door creaked shut, Harry felt as if he was surrounded by darkness, as if he was imprisoned forever in this cold and terrible cage, and Snape was like a poisonous snake in the cage, tilting his neck and ready to spit venom at him at any time.

But Snape didn’t.

This man, who seemed very hateful to Harry, had walked to the table and was enveloped by the only firelight in the whole room – this did not make him look warmer, on the contrary, he was more gloomy and terrifying.

Snape pointed silently at the chair opposite the desk.

Harry went over and sat down, and Snape also sat down, staring at Harry with cold black eyes without blinking, and disgust was engraved in every wrinkle on his face.

“Well, Potter, you know what you are doing here.” He said, “Cyrus asked me to teach you brain occlusion, I can only hope that you are smarter than in potions class.”

Perhaps knowing that he was about to die, Harry was even braver than usual.

Now he mustered up the courage to look Snape in the eye and ask the question: “Why did Cyrus think I needed it?”

Snape did not answer Harry’s question immediately, but in a long, dissatisfied tone angrily corrected Harry’s lost respect: “This is indeed not the same lesson as usual, but I am still yours.” Teacher, you should add professor or…sir!”

Asking Harry to call him Professor or Sir would always give him the pleasure of making James Potter respect him!

Harry did add it, but…

“Why does Mr. Sellers think I need it?”

He also added an accent to the word “sir.”

This is simply ironic!

But Snape didn’t waste time on this. Anyway, he already knew that Harry Potter was as arrogant and rude as his father.

He moved past the issue of title and into a personal attack.

“Why do you think you need this?” Snape sneered coldly, “Obviously Cyrus thinks your mind is as empty as a troll’s, and like a toilet, anyone can go and see it.”

He paused, as if savoring the pleasure of humiliating Harry.

Harry was not angry, because he did recall that Voldemort had completely wiped out his mind when he was in the Department of Mysteries. Similar things had happened many times before, but Harry had never cared too much about it.

“So, you’re saying that as long as you learn Occlumency, you can avoid being read?”

“Mind reading? Only Muggles would think this is mind reading.” Snape laughed again, “You don’t understand the subtle difference between these. You don’t pay attention. That’s why your Potions class scores are always so bad.” Oops!”

‘The reason I got such a bad grade in Potions is because you’ve been giving me trouble all day long! ’ Harry thought unhappily in his mind.

To be honest, his potions results were not bad at all. Even with Snape being picky and even looking for trouble, Harry could still get a good score in the Junior Wizard Exam, which is enough to prove that he is good at it. He still has a little talent in potions.

“Your talent is not worth mentioning. Miss Know-It-All can refine compound potions in her second year just by following a script.” Snape pointed out the good things they had done.

“Now, listen to me!” he said, “The human heart is not a book that can be flipped through at will. The thoughts are not engraved in the skull and cannot be drilled into and read. The human heart is a complex and multi-layered mind. Stuff, Potter – at least most minds are…”

When he said this, Snape paused and smiled on his face.

He was obviously satirizing that Harry’s brain was a small, simple, single-level, stupid thing.

I have to say, that is true to a certain extent.

“Legilimency is the ability to extract feelings and memories from another person’s mind.”

Most of the time, this means emotions.

“But for masters of Legilimency, and those who are born Legilimency, it is possible to study the minds of others and come up with correct interpretations of certain situations.

“For example, the Dark Lord can almost always tell when others are lying to him. Only those who are good at Occlumency can seal up the feelings and memories that contradict the lies and lie in front of him without being discovered.”

“Isn’t this just mind reading?” Harry frowned.

As Snape said, he had trouble understanding that subtle distinction.

In fact, Legilimency is like extracting a mosaic picture from the other person’s mind. As for how to understand it, it depends on the ability of the spell caster.

Wizards who are extremely good at Legilimency can always see the essence through the phenomenon, so as to get a glimpse of the true appearance of the picture.

The wizard who is good at Occlumency does not make the mosaic more blurry, but replaces it with another false picture he wants to show in order to achieve the purpose of deception.

“Of course, time and space have an impact on magic, Potter. Eye contact is often key to Legilimency.” Snape said, looking into Harry’s green eyes.

This made Harry look away.

This was the first time that when he looked at Snape, he didn’t stare so stubbornly that his eyes went dry.

He thought that since time and space could affect the power of magic, and Cyrus asked him to learn Occlumency, this might mean that his previous guess was correct.

He just had to face the Dark Lord and had to die.

‘Of course, I won’t run away! ’

Perhaps because Harry looked away, Snape did not sense what Harry was thinking at the moment.

The disappointment in his eyes flashed away, so fast that it seemed that it had never appeared, and he quickly continued: “Theoretically, the magic of Hogwarts Castle will protect you, but since Cyrus asked you to learn, I think He must have his reasons.”

Snape pulled his wand out of his robes and pressed it against Harry’s temple.

The feeling was unpleasant, and Harry felt as if the small patch of skin was bulging and tingling.

“No matter what reasons he has, I don’t care. I just need to teach you, that’s enough!” Snape said in a cold, indifferent tone, as if he thought it would be best if Harry died.

Of course, this is a lie!

If Snape had read Harry’s thought that he had to die at that moment, he would probably be the first to go to Cyrus and question him.

“I have another question.” Harry asked nervously while feeling his temples throbbing, “What is the use of a pensieve?”

“This is not for you, but for me.” Snape’s wand did not do anything to Harry. He just scared Harry, then sneered and put the tip of the wand against his head, pulling out a silver twisted thread.

Harry knew it was Snape’s memory.

But he didn’t know what kind of shameful past was in this memory, so that Snape prepared it so carefully before starting and kept it well.

“Stand up and take out your wand, Potter. You can use your wand to disarm me, or defend yourself in other ways you can think of.” Snape said.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to enter your brain,” Snape said softly, “I want to see your resistance… Now, get ready… Legilimency!”

Although he said he wanted to resist, Harry really couldn’t think of how he could use “Disarm You” on a person’s mind and knock his head off?

Don’t be too crazy!

At this moment, even Snape couldn’t think that he could invade Harry’s brain all at once, just as simple as a truck crashing through a vague window paper.

Snape seemed to be flying on a broomstick in the rainy night, and those memories of Harry’s past came to him like raindrops!

When he was five years old, he watched Dudley riding on a new red bicycle, and his heart was full of jealousy… He wore the Sorting Hat and heard it say that he could go to Slytherin… He saw Zhang Qiu and Cedric bumping into each other during breakfast in the morning, and was secretly sad… And in the Chamber of Secrets, Lily hugged him–

The whole picture was shattered at this moment!

Harry found himself lying on the ground, he gasped for breath, ready to accept Snape’s insults.

But he waited for a long time and didn’t hear any sound. He raised his head and found that Snape was looking at him with a strange look at this moment. The light in his eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if he was a piece of roast meat covered with honey.

“Take it out!” Snape stretched out his hand, and Harry felt that his breathing was much heavier than before.

It was as if the person in front of him suddenly had life, he was alive, instead of the stinking walking corpse before.

“What?”

“That stone, I saw you summon Lily’s soul.” Snape said eagerly.

Unlike Voldemort, Snape was also a half-blood, but he had heard the fairy tale “Death and the Three Brothers” since he was a child. He easily thought that the stone was the Resurrection Stone.

But whether it was or not, it didn’t matter, because he was going to see Lily Evans’ face now!

That was what he had dreamed of!

“Take it out!”

“That’s my mother, what does it have to do with you?!”