Chapter 579 No, Why Are You Looking at Me?

The bell rang on time.

The young wizards from various colleges walked into the auditorium, poked their heads and looked around. While curiously looking at the Defense Association venue, they chattered quietly with their friends around them.

Various activities have been held in the auditorium in the past years, including several banquets, duel club activities, and the opening ceremony of the Goblet of Fire, but this is the first time that students have led the event. The ones standing at the edge of the stage were no longer the serious-looking professors, but the nervous classmates who turned pale.

There is less restraint in words and deeds, and more lively fun.

Taking deep breaths repeatedly, Harry finally managed to hold on to his trembling and weak legs, and walked up to the platform with erratic steps. The velvet carpet seemed harder to walk than the muddy path. He stood in the center of the stage and cleared his throat to show everyone. Coming over, my eyes met the classmates below, thinking about how to speak.

There are quite a few people coming.

Loren stood on the right side and watched secretly.

The little wizards from the four houses were here, from all grades. At a glance, there were many familiar faces. Gryffindor had the most people, and the most conspicuous one was Ginny in the first row, with her face raised and her eyes bright. Next to them were the Quidditch players headed by Angelina, and the prefects Neville and Parvati leading the first-year students. The scene is similar in other colleges. Even Slytherin College has a lot of people coming, including many prospective graduates of the sixth and seventh years, all of whom are smart people.

"I am Harry Potter...a fifth-year Gryffindor student. I think most of the students here know me, right?"

Harry held the wand against his throat and windpipe with one hand, and his trembling voice gradually became calmer. He felt that his head was in two states at the same time, one was dizzy and lack of oxygen, and the other was sober with racing thoughts. A feeling he had never felt before grew in his heart, and he felt in a daze that it was not bad.

"Before I stood here, I prepared a lot of formal opening remarks. I even discussed with Loren whether he could be the speaker and start the first event in a humorous way. As you know, he wrote the announcement. "

He changed his tone and spread his hands: "But he insisted on seeing my joke..."

There was a chuckle from the audience.

"When Dumbledore found me and gave me such an errand, my first reaction was that he was playing a trick on me, and I still think so..." Harry paused for a few seconds to wait for the laughter to pass, "I observed After a while, there were more people than I expected. Most of the students in the school came. My Gryffindor friends probably came to support me, and my Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff friends probably found the event interesting. Slytherin, I think you are here to see my joke."

This time even the Slytherin students laughed, and their scrutinizing eyes became much softer.

"Harry adapted very well..." Hermione looked at the audience's reaction and said in a brisk tone, "I really can't tell. Before he came on stage, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand still."

Loren's eyes glanced at Harry's back, but his expression did not change: "To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if he stood on the stage and started teaching the disarming spell directly, but he knows how to use a few jokes to mobilize emotions and differentiate himself. hostility..."

"Stress can bring out unexpected potential, right?"

"I hope it's Harry's potential..."

Harry looked at the audience calmly, and the bright candlelight reflected a strange light in his eyes: "I understand that many people want to know the inside story of last year's Goblet of Fire finals, or the hidden truth, but the answer It has been put in front of you a long time ago... I think everyone knows the purpose of starting a defense association, so I won't go into long theoretical knowledge. Let's start directly with the teaching of the disarming spell..."

What followed was an explanation of the disarming spell that was very different from the textbook content but was easy to understand. While demonstrating the extraordinary disarming spell, Harry dismantled the spell-casting movements. He even explained the incantation in great detail, and made suggestions for the students in the front row. Reply to the questions and answer them down to the principle of the magic spell, and the thinking will be clear.

The young wizards were asked to practice disarming spells in teams of two. Harry walked down the platform to look around. When he encountered typical problems, he would be invited to come up to the platform to correct wrong spell-casting habits bit by bit. He has a gentle and polite manner, and his words are humorous. From time to time, he uses one or two jokes that are ridiculing but not offensive to deepen the audience's impression. Even the Slytherin people have changed their impression of Harry.

This kind of real-time interactive course is always very rewarding, and time passes unconsciously, and soon the event is coming to an end.

"Ginny, when you cast the spell, lower your elbows and focus on the tip of the staff..."

Ginny nodded, and sure enough, she threw out a faster red light. She was so excited that she subconsciously stepped forward and gently rubbed Harry's cheek: "Today's event was great!"

Harry was stunned. The lingering fragrance of the girl caused his heart to beat violently. A strange pulse ran down his spine and into his brain, making his temples swell and numb. The scar on his forehead felt a faint but sharp sting, which instantly stung. Into the back of my mind.

Harry's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he staggered two steps as he walked towards the platform. His consciousness, which was originally caused by hypoglycemia and lack of oxygen, was completely confused.

He felt as if there was another consciousness in his body.

A python-like monster was wrapped around his body. The monster's body was glowing with a few red lights, the most conspicuous of which was the lightning-shaped scar...

The next moment, he merged with that consciousness, and that consciousness naturally took control of the body.

Standing in the center of the platform with steady and elegant steps, he looked around, with a faint smile on his lips, gentle and polite, and anyone who saw this smile would have a good impression of him:

"Friends... At the end of the course, I must say that no matter how much theory there is, it is just theory, and no matter how much practice there is, it is just practice. If you want to defeat a powerful enemy, you must face your fear and overcome it..."

"I'm worried that he will use you, and I'm worried that he will try to control you..."

Harry suddenly remembered Dumbledore's warning, and that voice echoed clearly in his mind, and he felt a strong fear. He wanted to resist, he tried to struggle, he wanted to get rid of the monster entangled with him!

The monster's grip became tighter and tighter, and then the scar on his forehead seemed to burst open, as if a red-hot iron was pressed against his flesh, making a hissing sound. The pain was beyond imagination, and the pain was unbearable...

Loren and Hermione stood on the side of the auditorium platform, watching the bizarre scene in front of them-

Harry's body began to tremble not far ahead, and his slightly bent hands shook because of excessive force, his muscles and veins bulged hideously, but the part above his neck was a gentle and polite smile, and his calm and steady voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

Is this the potential that is squeezed out by strong pressure?

Why is he still under so much pressure when the event is almost over?

It's still segmented.

Loren immediately realized that the man was not in a normal state, and quickly cast a Stunning Spell over him. Before Harry fell to the ground, he came to his side and stabilized him. As he retreated towards the side door of the auditorium, he took the time to shout to the audience:

"Harry didn't eat dinner, and he was too tired to have hypoglycemia. I helped him to the infirmary..."

"The next event of the Defense Association is to be determined, please pay attention to the notice board..." Hermione added in a deep voice, and hurriedly followed.

Even Ron, who had always been cheerful, finally realized that something was wrong. He pretended to be calm to stabilize his good friends, and followed him while shouting that he had snacks in his pocket.

Looking at the figure walking away with the help, Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff looked at Justin and scratched his head: "What is hypoglycemia?"

"I can't explain it to you clearly, I just fainted from exhaustion."

...

Harry couldn't see, was dying, and every part of his body was longing to be untied. Before his consciousness was completely blurred, he heard the voices of Loren and Hermione. The uneasiness and anxiety suddenly dissipated, and his hanging heart fell to the ground. He could even think about what happened tonight...

Did Ginny kiss me?

When Harry's heart was full of emotions, the monster's entanglement loosened and the pain disappeared.

When he woke up again, Harry lay on his back on the soft bedding, his limbs were soft and sore, as if he had run through the entire castle while sleepwalking, with a strong smell of herbs in his mouth, his glasses were not on his nose, and the sound of someone speaking in a suppressed voice echoed around him.

Harry opened his eyes and found that he was on the bed in the school infirmary. He could tell who was speaking by the hazy figure and voice.

Hermione said softly, "When the event was about to end, Loren noticed that Harry was a little bit off..."

"It wasn't just the end, it was the whole event." Loren whispered as he sat on a chair, "I suspect Voldemort has discovered the connection between them. Maybe he was discovered when he went deep into Voldemort's brain and thoughts, or maybe his mood swings were too big tonight... In short, Voldemort is trying to force his way into Harry's brain."

"It may also be that he still covets the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the event organized by Harry stimulated him."

Ron, who was listening: "..."

Harry touched the glasses on the wooden cabinet beside the bed and put them on quietly. The world in the ward became clear.

Unlike the solemn expressions he expected, Dumbledore and Loren's expressions were quite relaxed. They even had time to eat snacks, and the licorice wands were crunching.

Loren turned his head and pointed to the bed: "Look, he's awake."

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"Should be okay...right?" Harry himself was not sure.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the bed, stood up, leaned over to Harry with his crooked nose, opened his eyelids and looked at him, then checked his scars and handed him a box of chocolate frogs: "Some sweets will make you more energetic."

"I don't understand..." Harry was a little confused for a moment when he took the chocolate frog. He looked up at the three friends standing next to him, and looked at Dumbledore. He was completely confused. How could he make it look like he just fell down? That was Voldemort!

"Professor...I...Should we go to a safer place? That person...Voldemort can get into my brain at any time."

Dumbledore saw that he was still calm, and his smile became more gentle. He was as calm as ever, which made people feel at ease. If you ignore the chocolate sauce and cookie crumbs on his beard, he would look more reliable.

"Don't worry." Dumbledore chuckled. "He had been planning this all night, and only said something insignificant with your mouth when it was almost over. You drove him out with your own power, didn't you?"

"Drive him out...my power?"

Harry said puzzledly. Dumbledore's calm performance made him feel a little relieved, but his curiosity in his heart became stronger. "Headmaster, I remember it was Loren's Stunning Spell...what does it have to do with my power?"

Loren's expression was calm, and he was an emotionless snack-eating machine: "The coma spell only restricts your movements. You have to rely on your own will to escape from Voldemort's control. Think carefully, what were you thinking when you broke free?"

Wondering if Ginny kissed me...

Harry thought for a moment and suddenly felt a little shy. He glanced at Ron in the corner with a blush on his cheeks and said unnaturally: "No...I didn't think about anything. I just felt that with the help of my friends, I felt at ease and at ease. Then he broke away."

Ron blinked with the biscuit in his mouth, feeling a little puzzled.

Look at me blushing. Loren and Hermione are the ones helping you. I'm lagging behind and there's nothing I can do.

"Precious friendship, this is what Voldemort is always afraid of, and what he can never understand..." Dumbledore nodded enigmatically and sighed with relief, "The power of love!"

"Ahem..."

Ron suddenly choked on biscuit crumbs twice, and took a sip of canned pumpkin juice before drinking it down. He waved his hands in front of the concerned eyes of several people, "It's okay, it's okay. If you choke, go on."

Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something interesting, and his smile grew wider. He cleared his throat and warned: "As I told you before, Occlumency is not the only way. You can arm your mind and fight back appropriately. Let Voldemort not dare to break in at will..."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

In the next half hour, Dumbledore communicated with Loren and others about the Defense Association, and applied for some teaching aids and books. The storm tonight came to an end, and the disaster that was originally thought to have serious consequences was subsided.

"...It's already very late. Let's have a good rest."

Dumbledore stood up and said goodbye to several people, grabbed a bag of honey candies and walked out.

"Then let's go back. You should go to bed early. There will be a full class tomorrow." Hermione nodded and said.

"It doesn't matter if it's a little later. There's a history of magic tomorrow morning -" Loren was roughly dragged away by the little witch before he could finish his words.

Ron, who had been in a daze the whole time, finally came back to his senses, looked at Harry on the hospital bed, walked toward the door with a smile: "What about that, go to bed early or go to bed late, I'm leaving too."

Harry scratched his head and didn't understand why Ron was acting strangely. When he came to his senses, he started to feel distressed again——

How should I explain it to Ron? She is my best friend's sister...

Forget it, it’s still important to resist Voldemort!