Chapter 853 Occlumency (Happy New Year to Everyone!)

After Snape's explanation, the young wizards who were watching the excitement turned their heads back angrily.

Ivan was not affected at all and finished reading two profound black magic books in one morning.

However, judging from this efficiency, the improvement brought by the Ravenclaw Crown is not a little bit worse than the system's Academic Experience Card, and is only about one-third of the effect.

Fortunately, the most important thing about this thing is that it can be used at any time, without having to worry about earning academic points. Ivan is very satisfied with such an improvement in thinking.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Harry and Ron, who had survived two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, breathed a sigh of relief. They had been on tenterhooks in class just now, for fear of being caught by Snape.

"By the way, Harry, aren't you going to learn Occlumency from Professor Snape?" Ivan put away the two books on the table, took off the Ravenclaw crown from his head, and looked at Harry asked.

"I think it's not too late to mention this matter in Potions class next week..." Harry said hesitantly, retreating.

"That's not possible! Such an urgent matter can be done a day earlier..." Hermione interrupted Harry seriously and urged him to go find Professor Snape quickly.

Harry was helpless, watching Snape's retreating figure from a distance, hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Please wait, Professor Snape." Harry stepped forward quickly and said stutteringly.

Hearing the shouts from behind, Snape's progress suddenly stopped. He frowned and turned his head impatiently. His empty eyes made Harry shudder.

"I heard from Ivan that you are the best Occlumency master in England...so...so I hope you can guide me in learning that magic." Harry mustered up the courage to speak, and then waited anxiously for Snape response, but I was not sure about it.

Because he knew how much Snape hated him. If Professor Dumbledore was still alive, maybe Snape would still obey his orders and teach him, but that's not necessarily the case now... But it wouldn't be bad if he was rejected outright. , then he wouldn't have to endure the torture of being alone with Snape.

Just as Harry was thinking to himself, Snape's cold voice rang out.

"Come to my office at six o'clock tonight!"

Harry was obviously stunned for a moment and looked at Snape in surprise, almost thinking that he had heard wrongly.

"I don't want to repeat it a second time!" Snape said impatiently, paused, and then continued. "Remember, don't tell anyone about this. If anyone asks, just tell me that I plan to lock you up for a few days. Do you understand? I believe no one will question this..."

After a brief reminder, Snape walked towards the foyer without waiting for Harry's response.

It took Harry a long time to come back to his senses. He had no idea that Snape would agree so readily. He returned to the classroom in a daze, and Ron and Hermione immediately joined him.

"How about it, Harry? Does Professor Snape agree?" Hermione asked.

"He asked me to come to his office at six o'clock tonight." Harry ignored Snape's instructions at all, and did not feel that he could hide it from Ivan and the others.

Not to mention, he also counted on Ivan, Ron, and Hermione to rush to rescue him as soon as possible if Snape had evil intentions against him.

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In the evening, at 5:45, after dinner, Harry forcibly cheered up and walked toward Snape's office alone.

After knocking politely, Snape's gloomy voice came from the office.

"Come in!"

Harry took a deep breath, opened the door gently, and walked in.

There were no lights on in the room, only the blazing fire on the wall provided weak illumination. Harry turned his head and looked around. Hundreds of glass bottles were placed on the shelves on both sides of the room, and slimy animal and plant specimens were floating on them. Among the colorful potions, there is a faint smell of strong potion smell.

Harry sniffed in discomfort, and then quickly focused on the conspicuous ancient clock behind his desk, because it seemed to be broken, and the time kept pointing to eleven o'clock.

"It looks like you're not late today, Potter!"

Snape's cold voice suddenly sounded in the office, startling Harry who was distracted. He turned his head hurriedly and saw Snape's figure suddenly emerging from the shadows.

"How much do you know about Occlumency?" Snape asked directly without any intention of chatting with Harry.

"It can protect the memories in my brain and prevent mysterious people from using magic to probe my thoughts..." Harry tried hard to recall the notebook he had read during the summer vacation, and then continued. "Sophisticated Occlumency can also create false memories to confuse legilimens who want to peek into their memories."

"Very good. Since you know something about it, let's skip the teaching for novices and go directly to actual combat... I always think this is the best way to learn." Snape looked at Harry with twinkling eyes. He said kindly.

"But, should I do this?" Harry asked nervously. There were some explanations in the notes Ivan gave him, but he only had theoretical knowledge and no practical experience.

"Resist my curse with your will...or you can try other methods." Snape said lightly.

Harry glared at him angrily. What's the difference between not having any spells or methods and not saying anything? He even guessed that Snape agreed so readily that morning just so that he could humiliate himself wantonly in the process of learning Occlumency.

"Let's start now. The Dark Lord won't leave you much time to prepare..." Snape didn't pay attention to Harry's angry gaze at all. He spoke slowly and at the same time raised the wand in his hand.

Harry immediately stopped and concentrated on recalling several methods of resisting Legilimency in his notes.

Try to think of useless things to interfere with the caster's ability to obtain information, use your will to mobilize your own magic power to resist the opponent's invasion, and create false memories in your brain to confuse the enemy... In addition, there is a more extreme method, which is to attack directly The caster...

"Legilimency!" Snape waved his wand without warning and shouted loudly without any intention of reminding Harry.

The surrounding scene disappeared in front of Harry's eyes in an instant, and it was only then that he realized that the resistance methods he had imagined would not have much effect at all.

Snape's methods were even more intense, without any cover-up. It was as if he had stabbed his brain with a spoon, stirring it crazily. Harry felt that countless memories were falling from his brain. Crazy emerged...

(PS: On this occasion of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, Angel wishes everyone a Happy New Year and good luck in the Year of the Ox!)