Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 335: Privacy kept

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

Harry can only follow his steps closely.

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

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.

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

Snape sat in a 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, like your arrogant father, lack the patience you deserve." 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."

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

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

Then Harry's expression changed to stunned for a 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 Said maliciously.

"I don't need you to teach either." Harry was 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 very good, maybe I have to do it for you."

Harry's expression suddenly became tense, and he looked like an enemy.

If Snape is asked to teach him, what will happen?

"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, watching Harry. My heart beats.

"Occlumency, a spell that prevents the mind from being invaded by the outside world. 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, watching Harry. My heart beats.

"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, it's mind-conscious!"

Snape made a sudden move, caught off guard, before Harry had time to resist. The office swayed before his eyes and disappeared, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see the things 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 Dursley family 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's private--he struggled desperately, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, and Snape's office came back. He found himself lying on the ground, with one knee knocking heavily on the leg of the table.

He looked up at Snape and saw that he was rubbing his wrist. There was a red and swollen welt 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."

"Did you see 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 what to do!"

"Polite, Potter, it's 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 now. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Harry gave him a harsh 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 poison. Isn't 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 will count to three one-two-three-seductive mind!"

Harry felt as if his soul was torn apart, he wanted 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 they can also play a defensive role." Not long ago, He Min's words were recalled 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."

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

As Hermione said, those emotions are like a group of stragglers and can't organize effective resistance at all.

When the depths of the memory were revealed, it made him feel like he was stripped naked, thrown in front of the auditorium, and received crowds of onlookers.

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

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

During Christmas, the man standing next to the woman standing at the place where the mistletoe hangs can ask for a kiss.

The woman cannot refuse.

It is said that women who stand under the mistletoe on Christmas Day can get happiness.

It is said that a couple who kisses under the mistletoe will stay together forever.

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

It's not Christmas yet, and his imagination 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.

Perhaps Snape wouldn't laugh at him either—perhaps because of a little empathy.

To laugh at him is to laugh at yourself.

These are things Harry wouldn't know.

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

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

"Can I go now?" 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, he didn't look away.

Today, Harry has aroused 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 an insignificant 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 intention to put them in the great business of making money and pranks.

Through their passionate marketing.

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

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

Then the girl didn't accept it, and arrogantly 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 didn't push the thing back, but accepted it.

Of course, she wouldn't know, it's just the two brothers wanting to pay back their love.

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

They are now putting 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 keep the performance balance of the broomstick, and avoid the all-round performance of the firebolt that is ahead of the time.

For example, the straight-line acceleration ability of some broomsticks can be appropriately stronger, and it is easier to cooperate with the 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 struggling how to meet these requirements. The materials have been studied by them, but they have not improved.

Sighs and sighs all day long 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 gifts for the two of you are given to you in advance." Hermione put a package tied with twine at their feet.

"What is 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 them sincerely.

It's just an optimization of the flying broom, and it doesn't require too much knowledge.

You can't use any fluid mechanics, right?

Then the two eagerly dig into these books to see if they can improve.

Many people are very busy these days.

Especially Hermione.

. The assessment, and Harry's Occlumency.

The latter takes less time.

According to Harry, he has basically mastered the method of isolating Voldemort's thoughts from prying eyes, but when Hermione asked, he vaguely avoided talking.

Hermione can only choose to trust.

She now turns her attention to another matter that is extremely important to her.

To fight 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 Gryffindor’s lounge, the fire in the fireplace was blazing and very warm. Hermione was sitting quietly in the loose armchair at this time, knitting something, just crooked. The stitches are not neat and look 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 **** cat on a cushion-Crookshanks jumped down at this moment, not knowing where he went.

Maybe it foreshadows that a fierce quarrel is 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~IndoMTL.com~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 will at least make them dress better. The working conditions there are really terrible." Hermione said, and started knitting those mini clothes again.

"In addition to eating and clothing, why don't you care about other aspects of them anymore?"

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

"It makes sense!" Hermione didn't hear Ron's taunting at all, but fell into excitement, her eyes full of sparkle.

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