The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Da da da……

In the dim underground corridor, the slow footsteps broke the long silence. The sound hit the thick black stone wall, the echo was dull, and the faint basement was filled with a hint of chill.

Snape's offices are all located underground, and the corridors even extend under the Black Lake. Sometimes there are faint rumbling sounds in the long and empty corridors, which seem to be the waves of the Black Lake roaring overhead.

Torches were gradually displayed on the wall, and the dim flames burned silently, but the firewood could not be seen shrinking for a long time, as if the firewood was not the fuel of the flame, but the container of the flame.

The torch near the stairs was a brilliant orange-red, and the bright flame exuded a soft warmth. As we walked deeper into the underground corridor, the flame gradually became darker and deeper. When we approached Snape's office, we still saw light green. The flames were cold and pale, without any warmth.

The snake-shaped relief lines are floating and looming, and the convection air blows the breeze, groping the uneven stone wall, making a faint rustling sound, like the sound of a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to spit out its tongue in a dark corner.

Professor Snape, master of Legilimency, Occlumency... Harry silently recited Loren's description, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

He paused outside the door for a while, feeling faintly timid, and even had the urge to turn around and retreat.

After taking a deep breath, Harry knocked on the door of the office: "Professor Snape, it's me, Harry Potter."

"Come in." The words were short and the voice was light.

The round, high-domed room has plenty of space, but the light is dim, with only two or three glass-shaded lamps emitting a faint light. There are two rows of display racks erected on the wall, and hundreds of glass bottles of different sizes, filled with sticky animals. Plant specimens float in fluids of varying colors.

A faint red light flashed away, and a tall and thin figure walked out of the storage room and sat down behind the desk.

Harry glanced towards the storage room calmly. He always felt that the red light seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Click.

With a soft sound, the desk lamp on the desk turned on. The light was soft and non-glaring, illuminating the surrounding area and illuminating Snape's cold eyes and cold expression.

Harry was shocked. The lamp looked as fashionable as if it had just left the factory. It was not magical at all, but it was very Muggle.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Harry complied in a daze. It wasn't until he sat down at the desk and saw the meditation stone basin in front of him with mysterious symbols engraved on it that he came back to his senses.

Compared to the magical pensieve, the lamp attracted Harry more, and he couldn't help but glance at the lamp.

The base is made of off-white plastic material with a matte texture, covered with a layer of rubber skin, with one button and one knob, and no wires. The most conspicuous thing is that there is a string of handwriting that he is familiar with on the lampshade:

Merry Christmas to my dearest Severus Snape.

Harry blinked, this is Loren's handwriting, right? This is definitely Loren's handwriting!

"Stop looking..." Snape looked at Harry coldly, every hair on his body showing disgust, "Potter, you know what you are doing here."

The calm and cold tone echoed in the closed space: "Occlumency is a magic that is not high-end but very sophisticated and requires wisdom and talent. About two years ago, Dumbledore begged me to give you advice, guidance, and teaching. …I think Dumbledore also suggested to you very early on to find a skilled teacher.”

Snape sneered softly: "Obviously, you didn't listen to the advice."

Harry remained silent, wondering whether Snape was scolding Sirius, him, or both.

No matter what, just scold me.

Be mentally prepared when he comes.

Snape paused for a moment, obviously savoring the pleasure of humiliation and being mean: "A shallow and ungained brain will only adopt rigid teaching methods, so you wasted two years and achieved nothing."

"Yes." Harry agreed emotionlessly.

"Be respectful and say 'professor' or 'sir'."

"Yes, sir."

Snape's eyes narrowed: "Okay, I think you already know that Occlumency can prevent the mind from being invaded and affected by magic, such as Legilimency, the Imperius Curse..."

"Don't speculate on these magics with shallow ideas. Only Muggles can read minds. The human heart is not a book and cannot be read at will. Thoughts are not words engraved on the skull and cannot be read. The human heart is Something complex and multi-layered…”

"Those who are capable of Legilimency can study other people's minds under certain circumstances and make correct interpretations. For example, the Dark Lord can almost always tell when others are lying to him. Only those who are good at Occlumency can conceal the reason. Contradictions and memories caused by lies..."

"As for you, Potter, I think Dumbledore has explained that the spell that failed to kill you seems to have established some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord, and this fragile connection is a dangerous bond... "

"Pray, pray that you can learn Occlumency and protect your stupid and fragile brain before the Dark Lord discovers this secret tunnel, travels through the tunnel, and turns your brain into a swamp sludge."

"..."

Harry listened attentively, extracting a small amount of teaching information from a large amount of sarcasm and sarcasm, and silently remembered it in his heart.

Snape inserted the wand into the greasy roots of his hair, and gently pressed the tip of the wand against his temple, pulling out a ray of soft silvery white light, which fell into the clouds of the pensieve and turned into silk like a condensed mist. Silk threads are neither a gas nor a liquid substance.

"I want to enter your brain." Snape whispered, pointing the wand at Harry, "Concentrate all your energy, can't slack off, can't relax, use all your strength to resist my invasion."

Harry's heartbeat quickened, and he began to feel nervous with a sense of urgency.

"Now, prepare!" Snape suddenly shouted, "Legilimency!"

Before Harry could prepare to resist, an invisible and slender venomous snake seemed to have penetrated into his head. Its hard scales were covered with greasy mucus. It seemed to have no resistance as it penetrated along his eyes and passed between his eyebrows. , drilled through the skull and penetrated deep into the brain...

The silver-white clouds in the pensieve suddenly floated lightly, creating ripples in circles. Tiny particles gathered into lines, outlining images one after another. Some faded and distorted memories emerged in the ripples.

When he was five years old, he watched Dudley ride on his brand new red bicycle and was filled with jealousy...

When he was nine years old, he was chased into a tree by the watchdog Lippi and did not dare to come down until late at night. The Dursley family laughed on the lawn...

When he was eleven years old, the Sorting Hat whispered over his head that Slytherin could realize his ambition...

He hit the Whomping Willow in a flying car... He was shaken unconscious by Ron with a small mirror... He fell headlong when facing the dementors...

Seeing Cho Chang fall into Cedric's arms, he...

Harry's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted in his heart: You can't look at this, you can't look at it, this is private!

call out--

The poisonous snake in his mind was pulled out, the link was suddenly disconnected, and several groups of thick white ink suddenly surged out from the bottom of the pensieve, stirring up the originally clear clouds and fog, and even the memories were scattered.

Harry fell down on the chair, relieved, breathing heavily from his mouth and nose, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Your brain is empty enough to allow a Hippogriff to fly freely without any hindrance." Snape said contemptuously, "You let me in too deep and almost lost control."

Harry was now physically and mentally exhausted. He ignored his pun humiliation and asked feebly: "Have you seen everything?"

There was a glimmer in Snape's dark eyes, and those scenes of being bullied in his childhood reminded him of many long-standing memories, about Cokeworth, about Spider-End Alley...

"Some fragments." Snape curled his lips and asked as if unintentionally, "Whose is that dog?"

"Aunt Maggie's."

Harry replied in a low voice. For some reason, his original feeling of dissatisfaction with Snape's prying into his memories weakened and was replaced by resentment towards Lippi and Aunt Maggie.

"Ask Miss Know-It-All, or Morgan. There are many small spells that can deal with vicious dogs... I prefer the eye disease spell."

"What?"

"Take a five-minute break and let's move on to the next practice."

Harry pursed his lips. As expected, the Snape in front of him was more annoying.

…

September 12, Monday.

In the third greenhouse, Professor Sprout walked slowly, inspecting the little wizards squeezing the tuber pustules of Babo.

"Your brain is empty enough to accommodate a hippogriff flying..."

Harry pinched his throat and imitated in a weird tone, shaking the glass bottle filled with pus in his hand, and his eyes almost rolled to the sky, "If you didn't hear his tone at that time with your own ears, I didn't even know he was talking about me. The Occlumency technique is crude, but he still scolds me for being simple-minded and empty-headed.”

"Huh? Do you still have to doubt this?"

Ron asked in surprise, pressing the pustule of Bobo's tuber with his hand slowly, "Aren't you scolding you for being crude in Occlumency, and also scolding you for being simple-minded?"

Harry looked at him angrily: "Thank you for explaining it to me."

Next to the adjacent nursery, Hermione stood slightly back, with her hands wearing dragon leather gloves raised on both sides of her chest. She opened her eyes wide and watched Loren squeezing the pustule intently, swallowing from time to time. .

Chiliu——

A stream of thick yellow-green pus splashed out, most of it fell into the glass bottle, and a small amount of pus spilled onto the soil, emitting a complex stench.

Loren turned to look at her and handed the glass bottle over: "Are you next?"

Hermione held up the dragon leather gloves and shook her head. She wanted to watch others operate it today.

Loren turned around and continued to collect pus, his movements smooth and smooth, pleasing to the eye.

This caused Ron and Harry to look sideways and gulp down their saliva.

After a week of baptism, the pus from the Babo tuber seemed less disgusting, but the subtle satisfaction when squeezing the pus was more obvious. While watching the process of squeezing the pus, some little wizards had wonderful physiological reactions, secreting A lot of saliva, like seeing delicious food.

When the get out of class bell rang, the little wizards walked out of the greenhouse with complicated expressions, that subtle feeling still lingering in their hearts.

The second period is Professor Hagrid’s Care of Magical Creatures class, which is also an outdoor class.

Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron put their notebooks into their schoolbags, went out and walked towards Hagrid's hut. After turning a corner, there was a vegetable patch. They walked along the path along the field, and the lush greenery stretched endlessly. When you can vaguely see the branches, you have arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

After only a few steps on the not-so-long journey, Loren dragged Hermione behind.

The lavender fields are blooming.

Purple flowers bloom beautifully one after another, forming a cluster and a piece...

Untended lavender bushes are not pure. The continuous purple is mixed with scattered variegated wild flowers, which are full of vitality in the late summer and early autumn.

Loren stopped, took out his outdated camera, and pointed the lens at the flowers.

After pondering for a moment, Loren adjusted the direction slightly, brought the beautiful girl into the frame, adjusted the focus, and shouted softly: "Hermione?"

The little witch turned around leisurely, tilted her head, her smart eyes seemed to be speaking:

"What?"

…

The clearing in front of Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid announced to the little wizards with a cheerful face: "I can't wait to share some good news with you!"

Looking at the several large wooden boxes placed nearby and listening to the constant crackling and explosion sounds inside the wooden boxes, Loren and others felt an ominous premonition in their hearts.

The other little wizards didn't react at all. They knew without guessing that there was still a snail in the wooden box.

Oh, it's a bigger squid.

If the snail had gone through metamorphosis, things might be different inside.

Hagrid winked at Loren and others: "After Principal Dumbledore's instructions, I have applied to the Ministry of Magic for an exclusive training project for the Tournament. That's right! It's a Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

"After approval from multiple departments of the Ministry of Magic, these snails will be used in the level layout of the tournament. My dear, please concentrate on studying these little guys..."

Harry and Ron opened their mouths slightly, their expressions dull.

I can't understand it at all. Is Dumbledore so stupid that he would allow Hagrid to conduct such an experiment?

Loren glanced at Hermione and said quietly: "It seems that Hagrid has seriously considered your suggestion. He has studied the laws and regulations related to magical animals..."

Hermione lowered her head silently.

This was not the way she wanted to learn.

Although no one has figured out what they like to eat, Hagrid seems to have determined some of the recipes, and the little monsters grow very quickly. Compared with the six-inch body length of the previous week, the size of the snails has doubled in just one week. The segmentation of the maggot-like body is more obvious, and the white-gray and sticky skin surface shows signs of hardening into a shell. .

The stench of rotten fish and shrimps became more intense. Whenever sparks were ejected from the tail of a snail, the little wizard who was closer would feel slightly dizzy due to suffocation and lack of oxygen.

The little wizards howled.