Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Snape's office was relatively remote. The two walked along the dark and narrow corridor for a long time, and then stopped in the middle. Snape lifted a tapestry hanging on the wall and walked along a narrower corridor. Go down the stairs.

Harry could only follow his footsteps closely.

This is a cut out road that leads to two floors below.

A tightly closed wooden door blocked their way, and Snape pushed it open, and a strong herbal smell came over them.

The dim light filtered through the glass bottles filled with various potion materials, casting grotesque shadows on the walls, which was eerie.

Harry felt that the bottle of African beetle on the table was staring straight at himself, and the rustling sound from nowhere gave goosebumps all over.

"Actually, I don't like giving people supplementary lessons. A mediocre person is a mediocre person. No matter how much you study, the level you can reach is just like that."

Snape sat in his chair, looking back and forth at Harry with his slightly mocking eyes.

"If you're just trying to tell me the truth, I think I'll have to leave now, I'm busy," Harry said displeased.

"Potter, like your arrogant father, you lack the patience you deserve." Snape's tone became more and more contemptuous.

"You are not allowed to insult my father." Harry clenched his fists.

"I'm just stating a fact, Mr. Potter." Snape's mouth curled into a mocking arc.

"Well, my time is precious too, it's just that Dumbledore asked me before he left office, otherwise I wouldn't have any interest in a troublemaker."

"I just wanted to see what that Miss Granger taught." Snape stood up from the withered wicker chair, stomped back and forth in front of the long rotten table, raised a glass and shook one of the The dark blue liquid turned pink again.

At this time, he turned around and looked at Harry who was somewhat resentful.

Then Harry's expression turned stunned for a split second.

Occlumency, the word popped out of his mind.

"Originally, this task was given to me by Dumbledore. You know, I hate you. I'm not shy about mentioning this. It's not a good solution for both of us." Snape was full of malice. Say.

"I don't need you to teach me either.

"Harry was tit for tat.

"It's just that Dumbledore asked me to check your progress regularly before he left. If that Miss Granger's performance is not very good, maybe I have to do it for you."

Harry's expression suddenly became tense, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

If Snape was to teach him, what would happen?

"You'd better pray that you practice well, otherwise, you should be reluctant to let me see some secrets that I shouldn't see." Snape's eyes looked at him gloomily, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. .

"Occlumency, a spell to prevent the mind from being invaded by outsiders. It is a rare branch of witchcraft, but it is very useful." Snape said first to himself. "I don't know the quality of Miss Granger's teaching, and I don't have time to supervise you."

"So, now we can only draw conclusions from practice."

"Now, raise your wand, Potter."

"Fight me."

Harry clenched his wand and tensed his legs nervously, and the two faced off across the table.

"You'd better pray that you practice well, otherwise, you should be reluctant to let me see some secrets that I shouldn't see." Snape's eyes looked at him gloomily, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. .

"You can disarm me with your wand, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of," Snape said.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked nervously, looking at Snape's wand.

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly. "We're going to see your resistance, which is similar to resisting the Imperius Curse, Legilimency!"

Snape made a sudden attack, caught off guard, and Harry didn't have time to prepare to resist. The office shook and disappeared before his eyes, and pictures flashed in his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see the things around him.

At the age of five he watched Dudley on his new red bike with envy, and at the age of nine he was chased into a tree by the watchdog Lippi and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn.

He came to Hogwarts wearing the Sorting Hat and heard it say he could go to Slytherin.

He was terrified.

No, a voice in Harry's head cried, you can't watch this, you can't watch this, it's personal - he struggled, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, Snape's office came back and he found himself Falling to the ground, one knee slammed hard on the table leg.

He looked up at Snape and saw that he was rubbing his wrist, where there was a red, swollen welt like a brand.

"Do you want to cast the Sting Charm?" Snape asked coldly.

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

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

"You saw it all?" Harry wondered if he wanted to hear the answer.

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

"Aunt Maggie's," Harry whispered, hating Snape.

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

"Courtesy, Potter, still the same, you are as defiant as your proud father," said Snape fiercely.

"As for doing this, that's what Miss Granger is responsible for. I'm just checking now. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Harry glared at him before doing so.

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

"Get rid of distractions, Potter," said Snape in a cold voice. "Throw away all feelings." But the anger at Snape still pounded his veins like venom. Wouldn't it be easier to lose a leg than to let go of anger?

"You didn't do it, Potter, you need to discipline yourself, focus, start." Harry tried to clear his mind, not thinking, not remembering, not feeling.

"Come on, I count to three-one-two-three-legimacy!"

Harry felt as if his soul had been torn apart, to be seen through and nothing to hide.

"Harry, emptying your emotions is not the only way. You can gather your emotions, but they can't be complex emotions, only a single one. That can also play a defensive role." Not long ago, Hermione's words were in He recalled in his mind. .

"The emotions used to defend can't be too intense because you can't control it and anger can make everything worse."

"But strong enough."

anger? Harry felt that he was outraged, but it wasn't enough, it couldn't resist Snape's intrusion.

As Hermione said, those emotions were like a group of stragglers, unable to organize effective resistance at all.

When the deep memory was revealed, it made him feel as if he had been stripped naked and thrown in front of the auditorium to be watched by the crowd.

He was afraid that Snape would wipe out his memory and have no privacy, and then mock him in class.

The figure of a beautiful black-haired girl suddenly entered his mind, but not only her, but also a boy, she was closing her eyes and kissing Cedric under the mistletoe.

During Christmas, the woman standing on the place where the mistletoe hangs can be kissed by the man beside her.

Women can't refuse.

Legend has it that the woman who stands under the mistletoe on Christmas Day can be blessed.

Legend has it that a couple who kiss under the mistletoe will stay together forever.

Harry couldn't imagine what Snape would do when he learned of this.

It's not even Christmas yet, and his imagination has drifted so far.

"Oh, the so-called savior Potter actually likes someone else's girlfriend. This is the funniest joke I've ever seen." Snape would laugh at him and ridicule him with a hundred times more vicious words.

"No, I refuse!" his heart roared.

Maybe Snape wouldn't laugh at him either - maybe because of that little empathy.

To laugh at him is to laugh at yourself.

These are things Harry wouldn't know.

That strong and continuous emotion was like an iron wall preventing Snape from Legilimency, but his expression was rather hideous, and he was plunged into extreme pain.

"It seems to be barely useful." Snape frowned, returned without success, and put away his wand with a somewhat unexpected tone.

"Can I go?" Harry asked breathlessly.

Snape gave him a cold look.

"Okay." He said sympathetically.

So Harry pushed open the door as if fleeing, and left.

Snape looked at Harry's back, even as he slammed the door shut, he didn't look away.

Today, Harry had unleashed his potential and stopped Snape's peeping explosively, but he wasn't happy at all.

Because this is what he paid an extremely heavy price for.

This is just a tiny episode in Hogwarts life.

Student life is still busy.

The Weasley brothers have started their entrepreneurial activities again, and their father is now safe and sound, allowing them to focus on the great business of making money and mischief.

After their enthusiastic sales.

Indoor Quidditch activities began to gain popularity throughout Hogwarts, and soon spread across the campus.

It is worth mentioning that, for some unknown reason, they also gave Pansy a set of equipment for free.

Then the girl didn't accept it, and proudly threw them some gold Galleons.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"I don't like to owe Gryffindor favors," Pansy said coldly, but did not push the thing back, but accepted it.

Of course, she won't know, it's just that the two brothers want to repay their favor.

That aside, George and Fred are not content with the status quo.

They now have the development of the golden snitch and the mini broom on the agenda.

The flight path of the Golden Snitch is easy to be observed, and the randomness and speed need to be further strengthened.

Mini brooms can develop more types.

They have to try to keep the performance balance of the broom and avoid the all-round performance crushing that is ahead of the times like the Firebolt.

For example, the linear acceleration ability of some brooms can be appropriately stronger, and it is easier to cooperate with the levitating technique.

But the corresponding turning ability is worse.

Some dive capabilities are enhanced, some ascent capabilities are enhanced.

In short, let each broom have its own characteristics.

They are struggling with how to meet these requirements. The material has been researched by them, but there is no progress.

The twins who sighed and sighed all day are not like the twins who are happy to be funny and are good at making everyone laugh.

Their "scientific" work has fallen into a bottleneck.

Hermione saw it all.

until one day.

"The Christmas gifts for you two have been handed over to you in advance." Hermione put a bundle tied with twine at their feet.

"What's this?" George cut the rope and saw the thick stacks of books inside.

"A set of Muggle elementary physics textbooks, I think it should be useful to you, and there should be knowledge that inspires you." Hermione nodded.

"Hermione, you are a genius."

The twins complimented them heartily.

Just optimizing the broomstick doesn't require any too advanced knowledge.

You can't use any kind of fluid mechanics, right?

Then the two of them impatiently immersed themselves in these books to see if they could improve.

Many people are busy these days.

Especially Hermione.

. and Harry's Occlumency.

The latter takes a little less time.

According to Harry, he has basically mastered the method of isolating Voldemort's prying thoughts, but when Hermione asked, he vaguely avoided talking about it.

Hermione had no choice but to trust.

She is now turning her attention to another matter that is very important to her.

Fight for the liberation of house-elves.

"What are you doing?"

Ron approached Hermione's seat and asked curiously, seeing that she was not writing hard.

In the Gryffindor lounge, the fire in the fireplace was burning hot and warm, and Hermione was sitting quietly in the loose armchair, knitting something, only crooked and stitched. Neat and ugly looking.

"Socks?" Ron asked tentatively.

"It's the hat!" Hermione stopped what she was doing and said solemnly.

"Hahaha, that's ugly." Ron covered his stomach and laughed.

With a "meow", it curled up on Hermione's lap, like a big ginger cat with a cushion - Crookshanks jumped down at this time, not knowing where it went.

Perhaps it was foreshadowing that a fierce quarrel was about to break out between the two.

"What do you want to do?" Ron suppressed his smile, frowned, and then asked.

Hermione put a bag of eaten chocolate boxes over the hat she knitted.

"You said, when they were cleaning, if they picked it up, would they be free?"

"That's an insult to them!" Ron said excitedly.

"Also, their current owner should be "Hogwarts", even if they pick it up, it's useless."

"Really?" Hermione lowered her head in disappointment, but she had forgotten that.

"Then I'll at least make them dress better, the working conditions there are really bad." Hermione said, and started knitting those mini clothes again.

"Apart from eating and clothing, why don't you care about other aspects of them?"

"How about you recommend my brother's indoor Quidditch set to them?" Ron scoffed.

"Makes sense!" Hermione didn't hear Ron's sarcasm at all, but fell into excitement, her eyes full of sparkle.

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