"Just this one?!" Snape said suspiciously, his cold black eyes narrowing. "Perhaps you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter. Perhaps they make you feel special, um, important?"
"No." Harry clenched his teeth, his fingers gripping the handle of his wand tightly.
"That's good, Potter!" Snape said coldly. "Because you are neither special nor important. You don't have to find out what the Dark Lord has done."
"Yes, that's your job, isn't it?" Harry roared at him.
He hadn't meant to say it, but it had come out of his mouth in a fit of anger. For a long time, they stared at each other.
Harry thought he had gone too far, but Snape's face showed a strange, almost satisfied expression.
"Yes, Potter!" His eyes flashed. "That's my job. Now, are you ready? Let's go again."
He raised his wand, and there was a flash of light.
Harry turned into the terrible statue of the Evil God, surrounded by corpses and flesh. His face contorted with nervousness.
He saw Keresis being sent flying, and he was about to devour him, but at the same time he saw Snape standing in front of him, staring at his face and muttering.
For some reason, Snape became clear, and the Soul Catcher faded. Harry raised his wand.
"Protective Armor!"
Snape staggered, and his wand flew up, away from Harry.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with unfamiliar memories.
A hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman. A dark-haired boy was crying in the corner.
A greasy-haired boy was sitting alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling and shooting flies.
A skinny boy was trying to ride a bouncing broom, and a girl was laughing at him. That girl...
"Enough!"
Harry felt a shove in the chest, and he staggered back a few steps.
He bumped into a shelf by the wall, and something cracked and broke.
Snape was trembling slightly, his face pale.
The back of Harry's robe was wet. He had just broken a bottle, and a sticky thing was swirling in the gradually draining magic potion.
"Good as new!" hissed Snape. The bottle was closed again. "Ah, Potter, this is progress!"
Snape panted slightly and adjusted the meditation basin, as if he was checking whether the thoughts he had stored in it before class were still there.
"I don't remember telling you to use the Armour Spell, but it's undoubtedly effective!"
Harry did not speak. He felt that anything he said would be dangerous.
He knew that he had barged into Snape's memory and seen Snape's childhood.
He felt very uncomfortable. He thought of the little boy who cried as he watched his parents fight, standing in front of him now, his eyes filled with intense hatred. Snape did not seem to have had a good childhood, but the girl in his last memory …
"One more time, how about that?" Snape said, with an obvious provocative tone. "You can continue to use the Armour Spell."
Harry felt a pang of fear. He guessed that he would have to pay for what he had just done.
The two stood across the table. Harry felt that it was much more difficult to empty his mind this time. He could not do it at all.
"I'll count to three!" said Snape as he raised his wand again. "One, two …"
Before Harry could concentrate and empty his mind, Snape had already shouted, "Mind Capture!"
He sprinted down the corridor towards the Department of Mysteries. Stone walls and torches swept past on both sides.
The black door was getting bigger and bigger. He ran so fast that he almost hit it. He was still a few steps away.
He saw the faint blue light again. It was no longer closed. The door had suddenly opened!
He finally entered. It was a round room with black walls and a black floor, with candles burning with blue flames.
There were several doors around. He wanted to move forward, but which one should he go to?!
"Potter!!!"
"I don't know what's going on," said Harry honestly. He stood up. There was a bump on the back of his head, and he felt a little feverish. "I've never seen it before. I've dreamed of that door, but it has never been opened before!"
This was very important information. He had entered the door, which meant that the Lord Voldemort had entered it.
"You didn't work hard enough!" For some reason, Snape seemed to be even angrier than when Harry saw his memories two minutes ago. "You're lazy and careless, Potter. No wonder the Dark Lord …"
"Can you explain, Professor?" Harry was angry again. "Why do you call the Lord Voldemort The Dark Lord? I've only heard Death Eaters call him that!"
Snape opened his mouth to roar, but a woman outside screamed. Her voice was much louder than his.
"What?" Snape looked up at the ceiling.
Harry heard a loud noise coming from the hall. Snape frowned and looked at him.
"Did you see anything strange when you came down, Potter?"
Harry shook his head, and the woman above screamed again.
Snape walked to the door with his wand in his hand, and dashed out.
Harry hesitated for a moment, and then followed him out.
The screams were indeed coming from the hall. When Harry ran to the stairs leading to the underground classroom, the screams became louder.
When he reached the top, he found that the hall was full of people.
All the students who had their dinner had come out of the hall, and many were crowded on the marble stairs.
Harry squeezed through a group of tall Slytherin students, and saw that the bystanders had formed a large circle.
Some looked shocked, some even looked terrified, and some kept wiping away tears.
He also saw Professor Meg, who seemed to be suffering from the scene in front of her.
Then he saw Elwyn, Hermione, Ron, Elaine, Corin, and Ginny, six people standing opposite, and he hurriedly pushed his way through.
"What happened?" he asked quickly.
"It's Professor Trelawney!" Hermione said, with undisguised shock and sadness in her voice. "Just now at dinner, that woman announced in front of the whole school that she was fired!"
At that moment, Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, holding her wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other.
She looked completely mad. Her hair was scattered, and her glasses were askew, making one eye look much larger than the other.
Her countless scarves and shawls hung down messily, giving the impression that she was in rags.
Next to her were two large boxes, one upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.
"No!" she screamed. "No! This can't be happening! Impossible! I refuse to accept it! "
"You didn't expect this?" Said a shrill, girlish voice, as if amused. "Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you must realize that your poor performance during my lecture, and your lack of improvement after that, will inevitably lead to your dismissal?"
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