A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Since Harry learned Occlumency from Lupine, although his progress could not be said to be rapid, at least the atmosphere in the class had become much more relaxed.

Two "stooges" who were neither very good at Occlumency were able to create some sparks when they came together, as if they had combined half the wisdom of Zhuge Liang.

During this time, he had been able to complete the first step of Occlumency: stabilizing his emotions and clearing his mind.

Whenever he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could feel his thoughts as calm as the surface of a lake. However, today is different.

When Snape's stiff, repulsive face suddenly appeared in front of his nose, Harry felt an uncontrollable wave of disgust well up in his heart.

Especially when Harry met his suspicious eyes, it was as if he was a stupid troll in his eyes.

"Potter," Snape said coldly, "please...demonstrate Lupine's so-called 'teaching achievements'." He deliberately drawled his voice and started him in a questioning tone.

Harry gritted his teeth, stared back at Snape unceremoniously, and said angrily: "It must be better than what you taught me!"

"Ha~" Snape raised his eyebrows, with a sarcastic smile on his face. He turned to look at Lu Ping, with obvious ridicule in his tone, "It seems that your students are very confident..."

Snape said as he suddenly launched a sneak attack and shouted: "Legilimency!"

A silvery-white beam of light suddenly shot into Harry's eyes. For a moment, Harry felt that his thoughts and emotions were like a house without a door, allowing Snape to break in at will.

Memories flashed before my eyes: the receptionist at St. Mungo's Hospital, the halls of Hogwarts, Ron holding himself...

Harry tried desperately to build up a psychological defense, but all his efforts seemed to be in vain.

"Concentrate, Harry!" Lupine shouted urgently from the side, "Remember, we practiced!"

If it were Lupin standing opposite, Harry would definitely be able to control himself immediately and clear the "house" in his mind.

However, he faced Snape - a brilliant wizard who could even fool Voldemort. Harry felt a wave of powerlessness wash over him.

"It seems that you haven't made much progress, Potter." Snape said coldly, interrupting the spell.

Harry seemed to be pushed hard by an invisible hand. He staggered back two steps and almost fell.

He glanced contemptuously at Lupin and Harry and continued: "You have made no progress at all these past few months. It's just a pathetic waste of time."

Harry clenched his fists and tried to calm his rapid breathing. He could feel anger boiling in his chest, but he had to admit there was some truth in Snape's words.

"If you really want to learn Occlumency, the first step is to let go of your disgusting pride." Snape sneered, each word as sharp as a knife: "Exactly the same pretentiousness and arrogance as James."

This sentence was like a fuse, igniting Harry's anger.

"You are not allowed to talk about my father!" He pulled out his wand and tried to attack, but Rogge, who was silent at the side, struck faster: "Expelliarmus."

Harry's wand immediately flew out of his hand, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Rogge caught it with quick eyes and hands, playing with it in his hand: "Mr. Potter, it seems that your wand is destined to me."

"I've forgotten how many times this is, haven't you?" He smiled and threw it to Professor Lupin as if nothing had happened.

Harry blushed, both from anger and shame.

"Actually, I've always been curious, Mr. Potter. Were you so... straightforward before you entered school?"

Lupine looked at Rogge doubtfully, frowning slightly. Snape quietly turned aside and signaled Rogge with a meaningful look to "coach" this emotionally out-of-control peer.

"What pre-school?" Harry asked subconsciously, the faces of the Dursleys involuntarily appearing in his mind. He didn't understand why he was mentioning this.

"As far as I know, you have been living in the Muggle world before you were 10 years old." Roger approached Harry slowly, with a vague smile on his face, "It may be a little offensive, but an orphan usually only has two kinds of Situation: Adopted or raised in an orphanage.”

He pretended not to know anything about the Dursleys, and used information well known to the wizarding world to speculate on Harry's unfortunate childhood.

"You are not a very cheerful person. This is because your childhood was not very happy. But you are also very kind, which is not in line with the living environment of the orphanage."

"Why?" Lu Ping suddenly interrupted, his face full of confusion and concern: "Is there something wrong with the orphanage?"

"Of course." Rogge nodded, like a master of psychology, explaining the reason step by step: "There are many children in orphanages, but the resources are often limited. What's more important is that they don't get enough emotional compensation."

"Moreover, Muggle orphanages usually have adoption businesses, which inevitably creates competition among children. People who live and grow up in such an environment tend to become sensitive and suspicious."

Rogge's words seemed to stir up invisible ripples in the classroom. Lupine and Snape exchanged meaningful glances, and both of them couldn't help but think of Voldemort. Tom entered the magical world from the orphanage, almost exactly matching the characteristics mentioned by Roger.

Harry felt a sense of discomfort, as if Roger's eyes were sharp bone scrapers, capable of gouging out the deepest scars in his soul. He endured the discomfort and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "What does this have to do with me learning Occlumency?"

"Mr. Potter, listen to me first." Roger did not answer Harry's question immediately. On the contrary, his gaze was deeper, as if he wanted to see through Harry's soul.

"Excluding the possibility of an orphanage, you must have been adopted since you were a baby." Rogge continued the psychological profile, and every word was like a scalpel cutting through his defenses, "However, we rarely hear you mention adoption. That's unusual, isn't it?"

Harry felt his throat tighten, and a complex of emotions surged in his chest.

"They are not my adoptive parents..." he couldn't help but retort.

But as soon as the words were spoken, the fate of the Dursleys suddenly flashed into his mind. That tragedy and that indirect responsibility made him instantly lose the courage to continue talking.

"It seems that the conflict between you two is deep, and they are not kind to you." There was not much sympathy in his voice, but he was still full of calmness: "Since you have no objection, you have acquiesced."

"I think that family also has their own children, and they will often use cold violence against you as an uninvited guest. For example, they will live in a cramped and dark living environment, eat leftovers, and have an attitude of hitting or scolding..."

Every word was like a knife, stabbing the most vulnerable part of Harry's heart with precision. He felt it became difficult to breathe, and memories came flooding back: the small storage room under the stairs, Dudley's second-hand clothes, Aunt Petunia's mean eyes, Uncle Vernon's roar...

He seemed to have returned to Privet Drive from the dungeon, his body was trembling faintly.

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He never knew about Harry's Muggle living environment, nor did he know that he had suffered such a miserable childhood.

Lupine was keenly aware of Harry's discomfort and wanted to stop him, but Snape shook his head gently. He was vaguely aware that this painful process might be necessary if Harry was to master Occlumency.

Roger paused, looking directly into Harry's eyes. He slowly asked the most critical question: "So, I want to know, did you treat them with this attitude when you were a child?"

This question hit Harry's heart like a heavy hammer. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"..." Memories came flooding back: During his days at the Dursleys, he never dared to express his hatred and dissatisfaction with his uncle and aunt like he did with Snape.

The result would just be more labor, worse treatment, and louder abuse.

Seeing Harry's reaction, Roger's voice became gentle: "So, it's not that you don't have the talent to learn Occlumency."

There was a hint of certainty in his voice, but Lu Ping always felt that it was not a good thing to say. As if to say: Harry, you were born with the talent to become the Dark Lord.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He raised his head, a complicated light flashing in his eyes: "Yes, I... had to hide my emotions at that time. But that doesn't mean..."

"Your mentality has changed a lot." Rogge interrupted him, and then analyzed, "After you received the admission notice to Hogwarts, after you came to the magical world and were praised by people, after you knew that you had defeated After passing the Dark Lord..."

"Harry Potter, you must feel extremely proud and proud, and have an extraordinary sense of superiority in your heart."

"Rogge..." Lupine realized that there might be something wrong with what he said next, and hurriedly interrupted.

"Professor, if he wants to learn Occlumency, he must face his own mind."

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue.

"You learn to use magic spells so that the family that once oppressed you will not dare to yell at you or force you to work." Rogge said very slowly, but every word was so true, "I am not accusing you of doing this. What’s wrong is that you need to get back what you lost.”

Harry crossed his arms, feeling uneasy. Rogge's words were like a mirror, reflecting the thoughts deep in his heart that he didn't want to admit.

He really hates the Dursleys, and he still gets angry when he thinks of all the times they bullied him. But before he became a wizard, he never dared to resist. Instead, like a patient little beast, he silently followed the orders of his uncle's family.

"The same principle applies to Occlumency. It hides one's true emotions and memories." Rogge said softly, "You need to maintain a sense of awe, whether it is Muggles, wizards, or even your own enemies."

Snape's eyes flickered, obviously resonated with Rogge's words.

"It is not just a defensive magic, it is an art of self-awareness and control. You already have this foundation, what you need to do now is to consciously use this ability."

"We all know this is difficult." His simple words instantly drew the two professors to his side. Harry was alone at this moment.

"But Harry, there are many things in this world that need you to protect, just like you protected yourself in your Muggle home."

These words touched the deepest chord in Harry's heart. He thought of his friends, his godfather Sirius, and the injured Arthur...

"For your responsibility, learn to restrain your emotions. We all believe you can do it, Harry." Roger's chicken soup was like a shot of cardiotonic, directly injected into Harry's heart.

Harry felt a warm current surging in his body, and his heart was filled with infinite emotion. He suddenly realized that learning brain occlusion was not a task, but to protect everything he cherished.

In fact, he was just a donkey who lacked love since childhood, and he also had a strong savior complex. As long as you grasp these two points, it is not difficult to guide him.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Professor Snape." Harry slowly bent down and bowed deeply to Snape with some stiffness.

The atmosphere in the dungeon suddenly became light. There was an imperceptible smile in the corner of Snape's eyes, but he still said unforgivingly: "I, the old bat, am not dead yet, and I don't need you to bury me."

He witnessed Harry's transformation throughout the whole process. As a veteran who is proficient in brain occlusion, he knew very well that Harry's behavior at this moment might be superficial and hypocritical, just like he did at the Dursleys' house.

However, Snape was very happy, as if he had eaten bee feces.

Lupin frowned, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. He could only comfort himself that at least under Rogge's guidance, Harry seemed to have overcome the psychological barrier and could have a normal conversation with Snape.

"Professor, I'll go to the hall to attend the banquet first." Rogge said softly, and at the same time began to move towards the door. He didn't forget that Snape was still going to make trouble for him.

"Go, go." Snape waved his hand, as if he had forgotten that the classroom was covered with Christmas skin.

"Hu..." As soon as he went out, Rogge couldn't help but exhale a long breath of white steam. He looked around carefully, fearing that Dumbledore would suddenly appear to make trouble for him.

From the current perspective, it is indeed a good thing for Harry to master the brain block technique to avoid Voldemort's prying. But in the long run, this is likely to have a profound impact on Harry's character.

Harry has always treated everyone in Hogwarts with sincerity, even his disgust for Snape is from the bottom of his heart without any falsehood. In a sense, he is a person with distinct love and hate.

However, if he had acted like this when he was at the Dursleys' house before the age of 10, he would have suffered more severe oppression.

The instinct of survival had long taught him how to restrain his expression and emotions. And now, Roger has reawakened this forgotten survival skill.

When a person realizes that he can benefit from disguise, it is difficult for him to completely put down the mask and face the whole world with his true self.

"This is also part of survival." Roger muttered to himself, running briskly towards the hall.

As for what Harry will become in the future, it depends entirely on his own choice. I just helped him find the lost things, and I didn't charge any reward.

In the hall, Dumbledore had just finished his Christmas speech. His eyes stayed on Roger for a moment, but he didn't think much about it.

At this moment, his mind was thinking about letting his sister Ariana stay for another day and have dinner with Aberforth tomorrow night.

While chatting with his friends, Roger muttered in his heart: "Tomorrow night."

The news from Uncle Buck showed that Voldemort planned to take action on Christmas Eve.

In this way, Dawlish and the Aurors could raid the Death Eater camp tomorrow night and rescue the captured wizards.

"After getting the wand-making method of the Jonker family, Bellingrum can also take action." Roger thought in his heart, with a happy smile on his face, and raised his glass to drink with his classmates.

This year's Christmas Eve, the snow was particularly heavy and the wind was particularly cold. A storm was coming quietly.