Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Did you just want to use the stinging curse?" Snape asked condescendingly and coldly.

"No, no." Harry replied with a bit of resentment as he got up from the ground.

"I think so." Snape said contemptuously, "You let me go too deep, and you lost control."

"You, you saw everything?" Harry didn't know if he wanted to hear the answer.

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

"Aunt Marge's." Harry whispered, already hating Snape in his heart.

"But, fortunately, for the first time, it's really not too bad." Snape raised his wand again, "You finally stopped me, even though you wasted time and energy shouting about the Great Master, but this time.

.....You have to concentrate and use your brain to resist me, no need for a wand."

"I will try my best!" Harry said angrily, "but you didn't tell me how to do it!"

"Politeness, Potter, politeness..." Snape said fiercely, "I thought Tiera had taught you some basic knowledge."

"Tiera only threw me a book." Harry said disappointedly.

"Ha." Snape laughed in a low voice, "It seems that Mr. Potter is not a student who likes to read."

Harry remained silent.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes." Snape said after finishing his taunt.

Harry gave him a hard look before complying.

He didn't like standing there with his eyes closed, especially when Snape was standing in front of him with his wand.

"Get rid of distracting thoughts, Potter." Snape said in a cold voice, "Throw away all emotions."

But the anger against Snape still coursed through his veins like venom. Let go of the anger?

Wouldn't it be easier to lose a leg?

"You didn't do it, Potter, you need to restrain yourself, concentrate your thoughts, and start!" Snape's cold voice appeared again.

Harry tried hard to clear his mind, not to think, not to remember, not to feel.

"Come again! I'll count to three, one-two-three-Legilimency!"

A giant black dragon bared its teeth and claws in front of him...

His parents beckoned to him in the magic mirror...

Tiera collapsed to the ground weakly, lying in front of him, staring at him blankly...

"No—!" Harry knelt on the ground again, burying his face in his hands. His brain ached, as if someone was trying to pull it out of his skull.

"Get up!" Snape said sternly, "Get up! You didn't do anything, you didn't try hard, and you let me see the memory you were afraid of, which is equivalent to handing me a weapon!"

Harry stood up, his heart pounding as if he had really just seen Tiera dead in the cemetery.

Snape looked paler and angrier than usual, though nowhere near as angry as Harry.

"I - tried - hard." Harry said through gritted teeth.

"I told you to put aside your feelings!" Snape scolded.

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"Really? I find it difficult to do now." Harry hissed.

"Then you will be easily exploited by the Dark Lord!" Snape said cruelly, "Proud, emotional fools who cannot control their emotions, indulge in sad memories, and make themselves so easily irritated.

——In a word, weak people, they are vulnerable to his magic! It's easy for him to invade your mind, Potter!"

"I'm not weak," Harry whispered. He was so angry that he thought he might beat Snape soon.

"Then prove it! Control yourself!" Snape scolded, "Control your anger and take care of your brain! Here we go again! Prepare! Legilimency!"

He watched Uncle Vernon nail the mailbox shut...

A hundred dementors floated toward him from the lake...

Harry fell to the floor of Snape's office again, his scar hurting like needles.

Snape was disappointed and looked at Harry condescendingly as if expected.

"Let's just come here today." Snape said coldly, "I hope you will come over at the same time next Saturday and we will continue practicing."

"Okay, okay," said Harry, who couldn't wait to leave Snape's office to find Tiera.

"You need to eliminate all emotions every night before going to bed - make your mind blank and calm, do you understand?" Snape said.

"Got it," Harry said, but he barely listened.

"Careful, Potter, I will know if you have practiced." Snape warned.

"Yes." Harry whispered, then he threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked quickly towards the door.

As he opened the door, he looked back at Snape, who was facing away from Harry. He used his wand to pick his thoughts out of the pensieve and carefully put them back into his head.

Harry gently closed the door, his scar still aching in pain, and then ran out of the dark and damp basement as if he was running away.

Harry found Ron and Hermione in the library. Hermione was calculating something, and even Ron was doing it with a book of exercises.

Other students were also sitting at the table with a lamp, their noses pressed to the books, and their feather pens were writing wildly.

These are almost all students who have taken Tiera's black magic class. Most of them are students in the slow class and regular class who have just entered. They are frowning and writing furiously to calculate the large number of calculation problems that Tiera has assigned.

The sky outside the window has long been completely dark, and the only sound in the library is the soft click of Mrs. Pince's shoes.

She prowled menacingly up and down the aisles, breathing down the necks of those who touched her treasured books.

Harry was shaking a little, the scar was still hurting, and he even thought he might have a fever.

When Ron and Hermione sat down opposite each other, he saw himself in the window filled with darkness——

He looked very pale, and the scar on his forehead seemed more conspicuous than before.

"How's it going?" Hermione asked quietly, then looked worried, "Are you okay, Harry?"

"Um...no, it's okay...I, I don't know." Harry said a little irritably, and the scar on his forehead hurt so much that he frowned, "Where's Tiera?"

"He is still calculating some conditions." Hermione replied, "He has preset several gravity environments and time flow rates for Sigma-77 solid, Gamma-31 solvent, and Gamma-10

No. 4 solid, Delta-No. 4 gas refining, so he first preset several possible models through mathematical calculations. Tiera is now experimenting with which model to use among these several possible models.

The refining efficiency of the components is the highest, and a standard protocol can be explored. Anyway, we have no shortage of materials now, so we should take advantage of this opportunity to explore more and discover more..."

Hermione looked extremely excited, chattering endlessly about Tiera's recent research results with Harry.

"Tiera said that he not only hopes to successfully refine the magic stone, but also hopes that through this refining of the magic stone, he can improve the original refining method and create a method with a higher success rate and more

For a simple method of refining the magic stone." Hermione said obviously a little too excited, "And he promised me that I will write the third article on the overall industrial process! I will write the second article on the improvement methods of several solvents.

Zuo! And, and, and, most importantly, he can also give me some top-secret information... the kind of internal information, so that I can write an article about the Philosopher's Stone as a Zuo

A comprehensive article on the history of refining!”