"No!" cried Harry, kneeling on the ground again.
His face was buried in his palms. His head hurt as if someone were trying to pull it out of his skull.
"Get up!" snapped Snape. "Get up! You didn't do it. You didn't try! "
Harry stood up, his heart pounding.
Opposite him, Snape looked paler and angrier than usual, though not as angry as Harry.
"I tried," he said through clenched teeth.
"No, you didn't. I told you to throw away your feelings!"
"Did I? I think it's hard now, "roared Harry.
"Then you're easy for the Dark Devil to use!" Snape said cruelly. "Proud, emotional fools, unable to control their feelings, wallowing in terrible, sad memories, and making themselves so easily stimulated. In a word, Potter, weak men, they're vulnerable to his magic! You're like that. He can invade your mind as easily as turning over his hand! "
"I'm not weak," whispered Harry. He was so angry that he felt he might soon hit Snape.
"Then prove it! Control yourself! "reprimanded Snape." Control your anger, and control your mind! Let's do it again! Ready! Mind Capture! "
He watched Uncle Vernon nail up the mailbox, and a hundred Dementors floated towards him from the opposite direction.
Then he came to the windowless corridor. He had had this dream many times before.
But this time it wasn't a dream. Harry was back to the day when he and Elwyn went to the Ministry of Magic for trial, August 12.
Mr. Weasley had hurried him and Elwyn to the underground courtroom. They had passed the same place.
Harry wanted to go in, but Mr. Weasley had led him and Elwyn to the left, down the stone steps.
"I know! I know! "
Harry threw himself on the floor of Snape's office again. His scar hurt like it was being pricked by needles.
He propped himself up and saw Snape staring at him with his wand raised. This time, Snape seemed to have removed the spell before Harry could resist.
"What's the matter, Potter?" he asked, staring at Harry.
"I saw it, I remembered it," gasped Harry. "I just realized it!"
"Realize what?" Snape asked sternly.
Harry did not answer immediately. He rubbed his forehead, still recalling the dazzling epiphany.
For months he had dreamed of a windowless hallway with a locked door at the end.
But he had never realized that it was a real place. Now that he thought about it, he realized that it was the corridor that he, Elwyn, and Mr. Weasley had passed on their way to the courtroom. It led to the Department of Mysteries, and the Lord Voldemort wanted to enter it.
"What's in the Department of Mysteries?" He looked up at Snape.
"What did you say?" Snape asked softly. Harry was pleased to see that he was a little flustered.
"I said, what's in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, Professor?"
"Why do you ask?" Snape asked slowly.
"Because." Harry stared at Snape to see his reaction. "The corridor I saw, I've been dreaming about it for months. I just realized that it leads to the Department of Mysteries. I think the Lord Voldemort wants to get there …"
"Don't say the name of the Black Devil!"
They glared at each other. Harry's scar burned again, but he ignored it.
Snape seemed a little nervous, but he tried to pretend to be cold and indifferent when he spoke.
"There are many things in the Department of Mystery Affairs, Potter. Many, many things that are far beyond your imagination. But there are few things that you can understand, and none of them have anything to do with you. Did I make myself clear?"
"Yes," Harry said, still rubbing the scar. It was hurting more and more.
"Good. That's all for today. I hope you can come back on Wednesday at the same time. We'll continue our practice."
"Okay." Harry said. He could not wait to leave Snape's office to find Elwyn, Ron, and Hermione.
"Every night before you go to bed, you have to eliminate all emotions. Keep your mind blank and calm. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Harry said, but he was not listening.
"Be careful, Potter. I'll know if you've practiced or not."
"Yes," Harry whispered. He swung his bag over his shoulder and walked quickly to the door.
As he opened the door, he looked back at Snape. His back was to Harry. Snape was using his wand to pick his thoughts out of the meditation pot and carefully put them back in his head.
Harry closed the door gently. The scar was still throbbing.
At last, Harry found Elwyn, Hermione, Elaine, and Ron in the library.
Elaine was reading a book about the history of vampires. Elwyn, Hermione, and Ron were doing their homework.
The other students were there, almost all in the fifth grade, for the O.W. Ls exam.
They, too, sat at the lighted table, their noses pressed to their books, writing furiously with their quills.
Outside the window, it was getting dark. The only sound was the tapping of Mrs. Pins's shoes.
She patrolled menacingly up and down the aisles, breathing on the necks of those who touched her precious books.
Harry shivered a little. The scar was still throbbing. He felt a little feverish.
"Goodness, you don't look well, Harry!" Ron said.
"What's the matter? What did he do to you?" Elwyn asked.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione also whispered, looking worried.
Looking at Harry, Snape's private tutoring was really bad. What had happened between them?
Elaine put down her book and looked up at Harry.
"I'm fine!" Harry said irritably, wincing in pain. "Let me tell you, I've just discovered something."
He looked about him, and told them what he had seen and what he had deduced.
Elwyn also frowned. Harry finally knew about this. What would Dumbledore do?!
Would he take Elwyn's advice? He should be taking Keresis to Grindelwald for treatment now. When the matter with the vampires was over, it would be the Ministry of Magic's Prophecy Orb. That was something Lord Voldemort had to get.
But to be honest, judging from the current situation, Lord Voldemort's side was slightly weak.
His army had not been formed yet, and his most loyal Death Eaters were still locked up in Azkaban.
He and Dumbledore were equal in strength, and he was restrained by Harry. His wand was useless against him.
The Statue of Diablo was completely dominated by Elwyn. If they were to fight now, Lord Voldemort would not have much chance of winning.
The only thing he could rely on now was the Soul Vessel. Before the Soul Vessel was completely destroyed, he would not die.
Especially since he had also made the Statue of Diablo into a Soul Vessel. This was very troublesome as it was very difficult to destroy.
It was already protected by the power of the Diablo, and now with the addition of the Soul Vessel, it would be very difficult to destroy it with magic alone.
Elwyn felt that he should think of a way to get an unparalleled weapon.
Of course, this was only a comparison of strength on the surface. The Diablo's horror had not been revealed yet, and neither had the Lord Voldemort's horror. An evil being who would abandon his own body for the sake of eternal life and conquering the world. No one could guarantee what kind of monster he would transform himself into under the guidance of the Diablo.
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