Harry's heart was pounding. Snape's explanation was almost the same as what Elwyn had told him.
However, he still felt that something was not quite right. Something did not make sense.
"Why did Professor Dumbledore stop it?" He suddenly asked. "I don't like this feeling, but it's quite useful. I saw Lord Voldemort splitting his own soul to make a soul device with the statue of the Evil God, and he even saved Lexis. Am I right? Professor? "
Hearing sensitive words like Lord Voldemort, splitting his soul, and the statue of the Evil God, Snape visibly flinched.
He stared at Harry, still touching his mouth with his finger, and then slowly opened his mouth, as if he was weighing every word carefully.
"It seems that the Dark Devil didn't notice the connection between you and him until recently. Before this, it seemed that you could sense his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't know it at all. But now, the situation is completely different. Your dream has seriously invaded his mind. Do you think he'll do nothing when he sees such an important thing?"
"What's Lord Voldemort going to do?"
"Don't say his name. It's Potter!"
"Professor Dumbledore also said his name," said Harry in a low voice.
"Dumbledore is a powerful wizard. He may not be afraid of this name, but the rest of us are not …" Snape said gloomily. "It's stupid for you to call the Dark Devil by his name. Ignorance is what makes you fearless."
He seemed to subconsciously touch his left arm. Harry knew that was where the mark of the Dark Devil was once branded.
"Now that he knows the connection between us, what is he going to do, Professor?" Harry tried to keep his tone polite. "Manipulate me?"
He did not agree with what Snape said, but he did not come here to quarrel with Snape.
Harry had more important things to worry about. At the end of the duel in Norway, he seemed to have been controlled by Lord Voldemort!
He still remembered that scene. He could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, but he had lost control of his own body. The Lord Voldemort was speaking with his mouth, and he wanted his body to move. He fell directly from the platform into the endless abyss.
"Maybe!" Snape said coldly and indifferently, "You have to understand that what we are worried about now is not that he will control you, but that he will perceive your thoughts and feelings and learn the secrets that he is interested in from you. This is what he is good at. You know too many things that you should not know."
There was a moment of silence. Snape's words made Harry feel very bad. He had actually become the source of the leak.
Could it be that Dumbledore was unwilling to tell him anything and would rather he stay alone with the Dursleys?
Snape pulled out his wand from his robe. Harry's body tensed.
But Snape only raised the tip of the wand to his temple and inserted it into the greasy roots of his hair.
When he removed the wand, there was a strand of something silver attached to the tip, like a thick spider's silk.
He broke it and let it fall softly into the meditation basin, where it swirled into a silvery white color, neither gas nor liquid.
Snape raised the wand to his temple twice more and added the silver substance into the stone basin.
He did not explain, but carefully carried the meditation basin to the shelf near the side.
Then he turned around and pointed his wand at Harry.
"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter."
Harry stood up nervously. The two faced each other across the table.
"You've learned Occlumency from Mason, so you should know some of the basics. You can use it now, or you can use your wand to disarm me, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of," said Snape. "Any of them will do!"
"What are you going to do?" asked Harry, looking fearfully at Snape's wand.
"Get into your head!" Said Snape softly. "I want to see how well you can resist. Now, get ready. Mind Snatch!"
Harry had never seen Elwyn do this before. He did not even have time to prepare for Snape's sudden attack.
The office swayed and disappeared before his eyes. Images flashed through his mind like a movie. He could no longer see anything around him.
When he was five, he watched Dudley ride on his new red bicycle. He was filled with jealousy.
When he was nine, he was chased up a tree by the watchdog, Lippy. The Dursleys laughed on the lawn. He was helpless.
When he was wearing the Sorting Hat, he heard it say that he could go to Slytherin.
When he was in first year, he faced Professor Quirrell alone, who was controlled by Lord Voldemort.
He and Elwyn grabbed the snake monster and ran around the school's pipes.
Also, more than a hundred Dementors surrounded him and Hermione in the dark.
Sirius fainted beside him. He saw two silver-white Guardians flying towards him from a distance.
Rachel was going on a date with him at Hogsmeade. He was going to …
No, shouted a voice in Harry's head. You can't see this. You can't see it. This is private.
He felt a sharp pain in his knee. They were back from Snape's office.
Harry found himself on the floor, one knee knocking hard against the table leg.
He looked up at Snape and saw him rubbing his wrist. There was a red, swollen whip mark, like a brand.
"Did you want to use the Sting Curse?" asked Snape coldly.
"No," said Harry resentfully, picking himself up from the floor.
"I thought so," said Snape contemptuously. "You let me go too deep. You lost control."
"You saw everything?" asked Harry, not sure he wanted to hear an answer.
"Bits and pieces," said Snape, curling his lips. "Whose dog was that?"
"Aunt Margie's," whispered Harry, hating Snape.
"That's too bad. You should have reacted faster!" Snape raised his wand again. "You wasted a lot of time and energy yelling and doing useless resistance. You need to concentrate and use your brain to resist me. You don't need a wand."
"I'll try," said Harry angrily. "But you didn't tell me how to do it!"
"Be polite, Potter!" Said Snape fiercely. "I thought you knew, because you told me that you had learned Cerebral Occlusion before. I didn't expect that you didn't even know these basic things. How disappointing. Now, I want you to close your eyes."
Harry glared at him and reluctantly obeyed.
He didn't like to stand there with his eyes closed and let Snape stand in front of him with his wand.
"Get rid of distractions, Potter," said Snape in a cold voice. "Get rid of all emotions."
Harry tried to do this, but his anger towards Snape was still rushing through his veins like venom.
Getting rid of anger was easier than losing a leg.
Elwyn had told him to clear his mind and not think about anything. He didn't say to get rid of all emotions.
"You didn't do it, Potter. You need to restrain yourself and concentrate. Start!"
Harry tried to clear his mind, not thinking, not remembering, not feeling.
"Very good. Again. I'll count to three. One, two, three. Mind Capture!"
The office disappeared again. Harry saw his parents waving at him in the magic mirror.
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