Chapter 911: What’s in the Mysterious Department?

Compared to what Harry did, Fanlin needed to formulate a more detailed plan.

In fact, up to now, the clue of Trevor has been completely disconnected, and the family crest that Trevor gave to Fanlin has completely dimmed.

It seems that something happened to this old bat, or maybe the entire vampire family was taken over by Voldemort?

I have to admit that this is a very possible thing. So far, Voldemort has never failed in this kind of thing, such as giants, werewolves and even dementors who have returned to Voldemort's arms...

These are all easy things for Tom. Fanlin has never doubted Voldemort's ability to confuse people.

A good example is there. When Voldemort had not completely lost his humanity, he was good enough to win the love of all the professors.

This is different from Fan Lin. Fan Lin himself is simply like what you think of me, I don't care. Voldemort's performance was even more perfect. Moreover, Voldemort raised the first Death Eaters under Dumbledore's eyes. .

In terms of combat effectiveness, this cannot be compensated by things like D.A. In other words, right now, there is no comparison between D.A. and Death Eaters. Although there is no way to guarantee it in the future, the flowers in the greenhouse...

Now Fan Lin is more concerned about the God of Death.

Trevor has expressed the relationship between his family and the God of Death more than once. It can be said that Voldemort must have gained something.

It's like a scale, and the fragile balance between Dumbledore and Voldemort can no longer be maintained.

The plan was disrupted, and Harry and the others grew beyond imagination. Buffalo admitted that most people would not be able to subdue Harry in a short time.

And Horcruxes...

Then, Voldemort will definitely find something, maybe a weapon, or new help...

vampire?

Looking at Trevor's posture, there is not only a cool sense of déjà vu. But Trevor has expressed information about Death more than once.

What's worse is that, except for a chain that can be used to restrict things, Fan Lin has no clue what he can use to deliver a fatal blow...

Compared to Fan Lin's troubles, Harry was having a very difficult time at this time. After all, it was not a pleasant thing to have his brain forcibly searched while he was conscious.

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"No," said a voice in Harry's head, as he remembered Cho approaching him, "You can't look at that, you can't look at that, that's my private business—"

Harry felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office came back into view, and he realized that he had fallen to the floor; his knees made close contact with the hard stone.

He looked at Snape, who lowered his wand and wiped his wrist. There was a terrible scar there, like a burnt mark.

"Are you saying you were under a violent spell?" Snape asked coldly.

"No," Harry complained, rising from the floor.

"I suppose not," said Snape, coming in to look at him. "You let me in too deep. You lost control of yourself."

"Do you know everything I saw?" Harry asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer to that question.

"It flashed before me," Snape said, his lips curling. "Who does that dog belong to?"

"My Aunt Maggie," Harry murmured, a little unresponsive.

Snape put on his hat. "Okay, your first effort was terrible," Snape said, raising his wand again. "You finally stopped me. It seemed like what he taught you worked, but you wasted a lot of time and energy. You had to focus and use your thoughts to fight me off, without using your wand. "

"I'm trying," Harry said angrily, "and you're not telling me how!"

"Be polite, Potter," Snape said sinisterly. "Now, I want you to close your eyes."

Harry gave him a look of utter disgust and then did as he was told. He didn't enjoy standing there with his eyes closed, clutching a wand while Snape looked at him.

"Clear your mind, Potter," Snape said dryly, "let all emotion go."

But Harry was very angry, and Snape invaded his soul like poison. Let the pain go? It's not as easy as spreading his feet apart.

"You're not doing it, Potter. You need more training than you have, now, mind you."

Harry tried to clear his mind, tried not to think, or remember, or feel. "Let's do it again. Count three, one-two-three-Legilimency!"

A huge black dragon appeared in front of him. His parents waved to him in a magic mirror. Ginny lay on the ground and stared at him with dark eyes.

"No————————!" Harry fell to his knees again. He covered his face with his hands, his brain aching like someone trying to get it out of his skull.

"Get up!" Snape said sharply, "Get up, you are not trying, you are not trying hard, you are allowing me to read your fears and learn to fight against me!"

Harry stood up again, his heart filled with fear, as if he had seen Voldemort resurrected in the cemetery.

Snape looked paler than usual and angrier, though not as angry as Harry had been.

"I'm trying hard," he said through gritted teeth.

"I told you to clear your mind! You are such a pig, I thought you would remember something!"

"Yeah? Well, I'm finding that hard to do at the moment," Harry growled.

"Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!" said Snape savagely. "Those who hold on to their emotions tightly, those who cannot control their emotions, those who are stuck in sad memories and allow others to provoke them, are fools and weak! In other words - they have no power against others! He can invade your mind effortlessly, Potter!"

"I'm not a weakling," Harry whispered, uncontrollable anger making him want to attack Snape now.

"Prove it! Defeat yourself!" shouted Snape. "Control your anger and train your mind! Let's try again! Get ready! Legilimency!"

He saw Uncle Vernon sealing the mailbox. A hundred dementors floated across the lake and surrounded it. He and Mr. Weasley walked down a windowless path together. Harry tried to cross it, but Mr. Weasley pulled him to the left and down a flight of stone steps.

"I know! I know!" He fell to the floor of Snape's office for the fourth time, his scar hurting unpleasantly, but the sound coming out of his mouth was still pretending to be happy, and he stood up again , found Snape watching him, his wand already raised. At this point, it looked as if Snape had successfully cast the spell before Harry could even try to fight it.

"What happened then, Potter?" he asked, looking closely at Harry.

"I saw - I remember," Harry gasped. "I just got it."

"Understand what?" Snape said sharply. Harry did not return immediately. He wiped his forehead and thought carefully about the moment of blindness. He dreamed of a windowless corridor ending in front of a door that had been locked for months, and he didn't leave to discover that it was a real place. Now, as he thought about it again, he knew that the corridor he was dreaming about was the corridor he and Mr. Weasley passed through when they ran to the Ministry of Magic's courtroom on August 12th. It was this corridor that led him to the Ministry of Secrets, and It was here that he dreamed that Voldemort caused people to attack Mr. Weasley at night.

He looked up at Snape. "What's going on in the Mystery Department?"

"What did you say?" Snape said in an emotionless voice. (To be continued)