A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 599: A memory never forgotten

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Snape stared blankly at Harry with an inscrutable expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." he said coldly. "You know!" Harry was in a hurry, and couldn't help leaning forward. Snape flicked his sleeve and almost hit Harry, but Snape turned away without looking, Harry walked a few steps quickly and stopped him again.

Ron and Hermione hurried between them, and Harry and Snape glared at each other across the two.

"But——Professor Snape, we won't give up." At this time Hermione spoke, and she said in a deliberately flattering tone, "In order to avoid other people seeing it, it is best to change the place."

Snape, Harry, and Ron looked in the direction of her finger. There was the auditorium, and a group of students happily rushed out of the door, chirping, pushing, chatting enthusiastically.

The exam is over.

Seamus Finnigan, who was walking ahead, saw Harry and waved excitedly: "Hey! Harry, are you okay?"

The few people in the hall looked away silently, "Professor?" Hermione asked happily.

"Follow me." Snape said angrily. He walked ahead, and the three of Harry followed step by step. They walked down the stairs in the foyer to the basement of the castle, and soon came to Snape's office. .

"Boom!"

Snape closed the door heavily, and the light in the room became dim. Hermione was about to say something—"Shut up, you silly girl!" Snape yelled, and he turned to Harry so fast that Harry almost thought he was going to twist his neck, "You know Occlusion The technique is to protect you?"

"I know," Harry said calmly, "I also know that whether it is Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Haip, they are all working hard for Voldemort's downfall, just like my parents back then. It's just that I I am no longer the baby who needed protection fifteen years ago, I am now a fighter."

"And me," said Hermione.

"We're all fighters," Ron said hastily.

"Warrior," Snape repeated in a low voice, "Warrior?" His face suddenly twitched violently, and he shouted frantically, "Then what am I? A coward—"

"You are an undercover agent." Harry said, "That requires more forbearance and caution, as well as wisdom and courage. That's why we found you, and I believe you can judge the situation in front of you."

A moment of silence—

Snape opened his mouth and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "What do you want to do?"

It's done! Harry suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and he quickly and clearly stated the calculation in his heart: "I have thought about it seriously, and I know that Professor Hape taught me Occlumency to prevent my mind from being prying by Voldemort, or Misguided, but in fact, I saw Voldemort's thoughts these few times—"

"That's because he didn't know about your connection, but now he does!" Snape interrupted him roughly.

"Yes," echoed Harry, "but have you ever wondered how this connection happens?" Snape's eyes suddenly widened. "I have, sir. Every time it happens to me In the case of being extremely tired, with an undefended brain, and Voldemort's mood swings are large, I judge that the two conditions must be met at the same time before it is possible to temporarily connect our brains."

Snape slowly exhaled the air from his lungs.

"Interesting guess," he said dryly. "What does this inspire you?"

"I can influence him in reverse!" Harry said fiercely: "When he was dueling with Principal Dumbledore! Think about it, he must be doing his best now, so he can even maintain Occlumency I can't stop, if I can influence him a little bit, it may change the result of the duel."

"Influence the Dark Lord? Potter, do you know what you are talking about? You may be facing the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard ever-"

"The most powerful?" Harry sneered, "If he is proficient in the Dark Arts, he does have a chance to win this title. But we are discussing a completely different field now, which is a contest of wills. "

Snape looked at him blankly.

"Since you insist, Potter."

"——If I understand correctly, you want me to break into your brain in the most brutal way, tearing apart the barriers accumulated with great difficulty through Occlumency—"

He took out his wand from his pocket, pointed at Harry, and said softly, "This process will be very painful, like smashing your brain into a paste with a fire stick." Ron couldn't help swallowing, "I believe it won't be long before you beg me to let you go."

"If it's just this level of pain," Harry said stiffly, touching the scar on his forehead, "I think I've experienced it many times."

"I'll wait and see." Snape said, "Then, Legilimency!"

Before Harry could react, the office in front of him disappeared, and the pictures flashed quickly:

On his eleventh birthday, he drew a birthday cake alone on the beach; Quirrell turned his back to him and took off his turban, revealing Voldemort on the back of his head; he stuck the Gryffindor sword on the head of the basilisk; A hundred dementors swarmed towards him on the covered bridge; he, Ron and Hermione were tied to tombstones, listening to Voldemort's return speech; ;Ginny opened her eyes and approached him...

No, Harry resisted in his heart, a force suddenly popped up in his mind, he followed this force and pushed hard, "Bang!" He came back to his senses and saw Snape hit the table, haha Lee gasped, the veins in his temples throbbing.

Snape rubbed his back, his eyes flashed dangerously, and Ron and Hermione, who were not daring to breathe, were afraid that he would become angry, and secretly clutched the wand in their pockets. But Snape just said coldly: "Very well, the foundation is solid, and the counterattack is very beneficial. This means that you will have to suffer a little more—"

"Legiliency!"

This time the intensity was much higher than last time, Harry clearly felt the pain of his brain being torn apart, and the counterattack came as a matter of course—"What is this, Potter?" Snape yelled at him, pointing There is a shimmering magic barrier in midair.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, and he didn't want to do it, it was a completely knee-jerk reaction.

"Excuse me?" Snape repeated flatteringly, then said savagely, "Put your wand away, Potter."

Harry was silent for two seconds, walked to the corner and handed Ron his wand.

"Don't worry, Harry, if he wants to do something nasty to you—" Ron whispered to Harry, shielding himself from Snape's sight.

"Leave it alone," said Harry.

"What—" Ron looked stunned.

"Leave it alone. We have to succeed," said Harry, returning to his spot and addressing Snape defiantly, "You're still too cautious, are you worried that I might get hurt? Don't worry, I'll try It’s been more ruthless than this.”

Snape's chest heaved violently, obviously choking with anger. He glared at Harry viciously, as if he would cast a curse in the next second, Harry smiled at him, Snape stopped talking nonsense, and said the spell for the third time: "Legiliency!"

Pain! Excruciating pain! Harry covered his forehead and looked at Snape, trying not to let the tears stay. He tried his best to mobilize the power brought to him by Occlumency, and set up a line of defense, but now that he lost his wand, he could only fight against Snape with perseverance. Pu's invasion. Soon, his defenses melted away like soap bubbles in the sun. Harry tried his best to resist, but he could only watch helplessly as his brain gradually lost the power to resist, and opened up to Snape...

Harry was forced to recall even more distant memories - his life as an invisible man with the Dursleys. The black cupboard full of cobwebs, the baggy old clothes that he wore all the time, the transparent eye sockets with tape, was scared by Aunt Maggie's dog to climb up the tree, and was stuffed into the trash can by Dudley and his friends ... No, much longer than these, he saw a green light, saw Voldemort, saw his mother... Lily Potter, she was begging Voldemort to let her child go...

"No—!"

Someone was yelling, like a wounded beast barking. Then Harry found himself in a strange world. Before he could react, pictures of memories came one after another:

That was Snape - he was younger than he is now - kneeling in the ruins, holding a woman in his grief, and beside him sat a baby in a crib with a lightning-shaped **** on his forehead;

Then the scene changes. On a desolate, cold mountaintop in the dark, there is a conversation that no one will ever know about—

"That—that prophecy...that prophecy...Trelawney..." Snape turned pale.

"Ah, yes, how much did you convey to Voldemort?"

The hilltop is gone, this time in the principal's office.

"I thought...you would...keep her...safe..."

"She and James mistrusted others... Her son is alive and has the same eyes as his mother, exactly. If you love Lily Evans, don't let her die in vain. Help me protect Lily's son. "

"...Don't tell it, Dumbledore! Only you and I will know! You swear!"

It is still in the office, but it is obviously not the same day, and it is closer to the current time, because Professor Haipu was mentioned in the conversation. Dumbledore raised his right hand and said to Snape, who had an ugly face: "Felix is ​​still young, he doesn't understand—or he doesn't want to understand, there is a price to pay for everything...don't worry, it can't kill me .”

"But what about that child? When are you going to tell him that he is a horcrux whose only purpose of life is to die?"

"It's not the time yet," Dumbledore said sternly, "I've made some preparations, but it's not enough. You must never tell him now."

The office disappeared, new images formed slowly, so slowly that Harry had time to reflect on the memory he had just seen, he was a Horcrux... destined to die... and then he found himself bathed in a patch of soft sunlight, It seemed to be a quiet and suitable afternoon, and the sunlight was dyed rose red. Harry was standing on the edge of a mostly deserted playground, and behind some bushes, not far from him stood a boy.

Harry almost thought this was a childhood he had forgotten, because the boy looked a lot like him at first glance—a dry, thin body forced into big, out-of-date old clothes, and his hair Black, long, and messy.

But Harry didn't think so in the next second. The boy secretly looked at the two little girls playing games. One of them—Harry stared at those strangely green almond eyes—was clutching A withered flower, the little girl spread her palm, and the flower came back to life, blooming in her hand.

"Enough!"

A voice exploded in Harry's ear, and Harry was pushed away by a huge force and fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and saw that Snape was arched, his body swayed a few times, and finally knelt on the ground. The appearance was the same as what Harry remembered seeing, except that there was nothing in his arms now.

Snape and Harry panted heavily, staring at each other deeply, as if they were getting to know each other for the first time.

Harry's mind was in a mess, and all kinds of information were entangled. The shock of the terrible truth he grabbed from Snape's memory was far more violent than the previous few Legilimency sessions. Snape is the culprit that caused his misfortune, Snape's feelings for Lily, Snape's Patronus, and the conversation between Snape and Principal Dumbledore... He is a Horcrux, destined to die.

I am a Horcrux. Harry stared at Snape, and everything made sense, his scar, his Parseltongue, his unusual connection to Voldemort. Dumbledore knew, and Professor Hemp... probably knew, but they said nothing.

That's why they treat themselves so favorably. People were always more tolerant of dead people, thought Harry wryly.

"Harry, Harry! What's wrong with you?"

Harry looked up, staring blankly at Ron and Hermione. Ron was looking at Snape with hostility, and he yelled, "What did he do to you? Harry, what did he do?"

Harry took a few deep breaths vigorously, trying to suppress all kinds of chaotic emotions. Now is not the time to think about these, he must make a decision as soon as possible... But the effect is not obvious.

"Oh - come on, there's got to be something that could come in handy -" Hermione rummaged through the beaded satchel, pulling out bottles and jars, but Harry stopped her.

"I-cough-cough-I'm fine," he muttered, his throat clogged badly.

Staring at the faces of the two, Harry slowly stood up, looking at Snape who was slumped on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Then—go on."

"Continue, continue?" Snape said slowly, his mind seemed to be frozen by the cold floor, unable to comprehend this simple sentence at all.

"Yes, you heard that right, Professor Snape, let's continue." Harry said almost coldly, he couldn't figure out why he could still maintain his sanity, maybe it was because he wanted to see that person too much.

At that moment his scar suddenly ached without warning, and he was dragged into another person's perspective—Voldemort's perspective.

Harry looked at his other 'self' jealously.

He is brandishing a beautiful and deadly wand, so free! A series of powerful spells were unleashed without any scruples, and the snakewood staff gave out bursts of sweet groans, just like its owner's mood at the moment, Voldemort was in a very happy mood, and he finally overwhelmed Dumbledore head-on for the first time, Occupy an absolute advantage.

"Your strength has decayed too much, Dumbledore! You seem to have a hole card? But your body can't hold it anymore!"

Voldemort hissed like a snake, and his position was constantly changing. Horrific black flames condensed from the snake stick. Once the trees, rocks, and soil in the valley touched it, they would immediately turn into rotten ashes.

Dumbledore was breathing heavily, his eyes were half-closed, and a fine layer of sweat dripped from his wrinkled face.

His physical condition was exactly as he expected, and he fell into a trough precisely. This trough was fatally alluring to Voldemort, enough to trigger his greedy nature, but Dumbledore made a mistake in his judgment. Things——

Voldemort finally took full control of the wand left by his ancestor Salazar Slytherin, and exerted its full power.

And the power contributed by the Elder Wand in his own hand is very limited.

As Voldemort said, he does have a hole card, but the process of uncovering the hole card will take a little time. Calmly - even with a hint of grace - he swung the Elder Wand against the powerful spells that kept howling from all directions.

But whether it is Voldemort or Harry hiding behind him, they can find that the old man seems to be really old and dull, the tiredness on his face is not fake, and his reaction is not as good as his opponent Sensitive, it seems very difficult to face the continuous offensive.

Why didn't he call Fox? Harry wondered dispassionately, as he (and Voldemort) stared at Dumbledore, watching him sink, had this man been the one who had caused everything, changed his (their) fate forever?

He tried his best to kill himself.

At this moment, the emotions of Harry and Voldemort seemed to overlap. He waved the snake stick, smashed a piece of ground, cut off a protruding rock wall, and the huge magic power almost split the sunken valley in two. , Broken logs and soil were rolled up high. More sunset light came in from the gap in the valley, and Voldemort (Harry) narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the old man who staggered as if he was about to fall.

He looked so powerless, as if even the most common Killing Curse could kill him.

There was a snarky smile on that snake face, he was about to explode with excitement, the long-cherished wish for many years--the mortal enemy for many years fell in front of his eyes, what a wonderful feeling, he slowly raised his wand--

"Harry! Harry!" Hogwarts Castle, Ron and Hermione called this name, just now, Harry suddenly remained motionless, with strong hatred in his eyes.

"Leave him alone!" said Snape, getting up from the ground.

"But—" Hermione looked at Snape and then at Harry in bewilderment, and stepped aside. When Snape finally saw Harry's state clearly, he gasped. Harry's green eyes were covered with blood~IndoMTL.com~ The pupils gradually disappeared and turned into a pair of snake eyes.

"Harry! Wake up!" Ron yelled into his ear regardless.

Harry paid no heed, and raised his right hand—even though that hand didn't have a wand, he made the motion to cast a spell. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione shook him desperately. They didn't know exactly what happened, but they knew that the current state was extremely dangerous.

Harry's jaw opened and closed, his lips moved.

Hundreds of kilometers away, there is a like-minded person who is doing the same action——

"Avada eats a big tile!"

"Call God to protect you!"

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This plot will not be finished until tomorrow.

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