Chapter 1036 Legilimency and Memories

Harry's heart was pounding, and Snape's explanation was similar to what Ivan had been telling him.

But he always felt that something was wrong, and some things couldn't be explained.

"Why did Professor Dumbledore stop it?" He asked suddenly, "I don't like this feeling very much, but it's quite useful. I saw Voldemort split his soul, made Horcruxes with statues of evil gods, and saved Ray Sith, isn't it? Professor?"

Hearing sensitive words such as Voldemort, split soul, and statue of evil gods, Snape visibly flinched back.

He watched Harry, still running his fingers over his mouth, and spoke slowly, as if weighing each word.

"The Dark Lord seems to have not noticed this connection between you and him until recently. Before that, it seemed that you could perceive his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't know it. But now the situation is completely different. Your dream is so serious. Invaded his mind, seeing something so important, do you think he would do nothing?"

"What is Voldemort going to do?"

"Don't say his name, Potter!"

"Professor Dumbledore said his name too," whispered Harry.

"Dumbledore is a powerful wizard, he may not shy away from the name, but the rest of us are not..." Snape said gloomily, "It's just stupid for you to call the Dark Lord by his name directly, because Because of ignorance, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

He seemed to touch his left arm unconsciously, and Harry knew that was where the Dark Mark had once been branded.

"Then he knows about my connection with him now, what is he going to do, Professor?" Harry tried to keep his tone polite, "Manipulate me instead?"

He didn't think much of what Snape said, but he didn't come to argue with Snape.

Harry had more things to care about. At the end of the duel in Norway, he seemed to be controlled by Voldemort!

He still remembered the scene at that time, he could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, but lost control of his body, Voldemort was speaking with his mouth, and most wanted his body to move, falling directly from that platform, falling into the endless abyss.

"Maybe!" Snape said coldly and indifferently, "You have to understand that what we are worried about now is not that he controls you, but that he senses your thoughts and feelings and learns from you the secrets of his interest. That's what he's good at, and you know so many things you shouldn't know."

There was a moment of silence, Snape's words made Harry feel very bad, and he was actually the source of the leak.

Could it be that Dumbledore would not tell him anything, preferring to leave him alone with the Dursleys?

Snape drew his wand from his robes, and Harry tensed.

But Snape just lifted the tip of the wand to his temple and dug it into the roots of his greasy hair.

When he took the wand away, there was a strand of silvery stuff attached to the tip, like a thick spider's thread.

He tore it apart, and let it fall softly into the Pensieve, where it swirled silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more, adding the silvery substance to the stone basin.

He didn't explain, just carefully lifted the Pensieve to the side shelf.

Then he turned and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Stand up and draw your wand, Potter."

Harry stood up nervously, and the two faced each other across the table.

"You learned Occlumency with Mason before, and you should know some basic things. Now you can use it, disarm me with a wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of." Snape Say, "Any kind will do!"

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, looking fearfully at Snape's wand.

"Into your brain!" Snape said softly, "I want to see your resistance, now, get ready, Legilimency!"

Harry had never seen Ivan do this before, Snape shot suddenly, and he didn't even have time to prepare to resist.

The office flickered and disappeared in front of his eyes, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see the things around him.

At the age of five he watched Dudley ride on his new red bicycle, and he was filled with jealousy.

When he was nine years old, he was driven up a tree by the watchdog Lippi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn, alone and helpless.

He wears the Sorting Hat and hears it say he can go to Slytherin.

In the first grade, he faced Professor Quirrell alone who was controlled by Voldemort.

He and Aiwen grabbed the basilisk and ran around in the school's pipes.

Also, more than a hundred dementors surrounded him and Hermione on the dark field.

Sirius fainted beside him, and he saw two silver-white Patronuses flying over from a distance.

Qiu wants to date him at Hogsmeade, and he wants to...

No, a voice in Harry's head cried, you can't look at this, you can't look at it, it's private.

He felt a sharp pain in his knee, and Snape's office was back.

Harry found himself on the ground, one knee banging hard on the table leg.

He looked up at Snape, who was rubbing his wrist, where there was a red, swollen welt like a brand.

"Do you want to use the Stinging Curse?" Snape asked coldly.

"No." Harry said resentfully, getting up from the ground.

"I suppose so," said Snape scornfully. "You let me penetrate so far that you lost control."

"Did you see it all?" Harry wondered if he wanted to hear an answer.

"Some fragments," Snape said, curling his lips. "Whose dog is that?"

"Aunt Marge's," whispered Harry, hating Snape to the core.

"It's too bad, you should have reacted faster!" Snape raised his wand again, "You waste a lot of time and energy yelling and making useless resistance. You have to concentrate and use Your brain against me doesn't need a wand."

"I'll try," said Harry angrily, "but you didn't tell me how!"

"Polite, Potter!" Snape said fiercely, "I thought you knew, because you told me that you had learned Occlumency before, I didn't expect that you didn't even know these basic things, What a disappointment, and now, I want you to close your eyes."

Harry shot him a hard look before he reluctantly complied.

He didn't like standing there with eyes closed and Snape standing in front of him with his wand.

"Put your thoughts aside, Potter," said Snape in a cold voice, "Put all your emotions aside."

Harry tried to do it, but anger at Snape was still rushing through his veins like venom.

It is easier to let go of anger than to let go of a leg.

Ai Wen told him to empty his mind and think about nothing before, and he didn't say to let go of all his feelings.

"You didn't make it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, focus, and start!"

Harry tried to clear his head, not to think, not to remember, not to feel.

"Very good, come again, I'll count to three, one, two, three, Legilimency!"

The office was gone again, and Harry saw his parents waving to him in the magic mirror.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Voldemort's resurrection, watched by countless Death Eaters from beneath their hoods. Browse and read the address: