Chapter 601 Unforgotten mories
Snape stared directly at Harry, his expression deep and unreadable.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said coldly. "You know!" Harry beca anxious and couldn't help but step forward. Snape waved his sleeve, nearly hitting Harry, but without looking, he turned and walked away. Harry hurried a few steps and blocked his way again.
Ron and Hermione quickly stepped in between them, and Harry and Snape glared at each other across the two.
"But, Professor Snape, we won't give up." Hermione spoke up, her tone deliberately flattering. "To avoid others seeing, it's better to change the location."
Snape, Harry, and Ron followed her pointing towards the Great Hall. A group of students rushed out from the entrance, chattering enthusiastically, pushing and shoving, chatting warmly.
Exams were over.
Leading the way, Seamus Finnigan spotted Harry and waved excitedly. "Hey! Harry, are you okay?"
The group in the entrance hall withdrew their gazes. "Professor?" Hermione asked with joy.
"Follow ," Snape said irritably. He walked ahead, and Harry and the others followed suit. They descended the stairs in the entrance hall and quickly arrived at Snape's office.
"Bang!"
Snape slamd the door shut, and the room dimd. Hermione was about to speak — "Shut up, you silly girl!" Snape shouted loudly. He suddenly turned to Harry, his speed almost making Harry think he would twist his neck. "Do you know Occluncy is protecting you?"
"I know," Harry said calmly. "I also know that whether it's Professor Dumbledore or Professor Snape, they are working hard for Voldemort's downfall, just like my parents did back then. But I'm not the helpless baby from fifteen years ago; I'm a warrior now."
"And ," Hermione added.
"We are all warriors," Ron quickly said.
"Warriors," Snape repeated in a low voice. "Warriors?" His face suddenly twitched violently, and he madly shouted, "What am I then? A coward?"
"You are an undercover agent," Harry said. "It requires more discretion and caution, and it also requires intelligence and courage. That's why we sought you out, believing you can judge the current situation."
A mont of silence —
Snape opened his mouth, and in a hoarse voice, he slowly said, "What do you want to do?"
Got him! Harry suppressed the excitent in his heart. He quickly and clearly explained his calculations: "I have carefully considered. I know that Professor Snape taught
Occluncy to prevent Voldemort from probing my thoughts or leading
astray. But, in fact, every ti it was my own thoughts about Voldemort that I saw."
"That's because he didn't know the connection between you two, but now he knows!" Snape rudely interrupted him.
"Exactly," Harry agreed. "But have you ever thought about how this connection happened?" Snape suddenly widened his eyes. "I have, sir. It happened every ti when I was particularly tired, my mind was unprotected, and Voldemort's emotions were fluctuating significantly. I judged that both conditions must be t simultaneously for our minds to be temporarily connected."
Snape slowly exhaled.
"An interesting speculation," he dryly said. "What inspiration does it bring you?"
"I can reverse the influence!" Harry said fiercely. "During his duel with Professor Dumbledore! Think about it, he must be giving his all right now, that's why he can't even maintain Occluncy. If I can influence him slightly, it might change the outco of the duel."
"Influence the Dark Lord? Potter, do you know what you're talking about? You're facing perhaps the most dangerous and powerful Dark wizard in history—"
"The most powerful?" Harry sneered. "If we judge by mastery of Dark magic, he indeed has a chance to earn that title. But what we are discussing now is a completely different field, a battle of wills."
Snape looked at him expressionlessly.
"Since you insist, Potter."
"—If I understand correctly, you want
to forcefully break into your mind, tear apart the barriers carefully built with Occluncy?" Snape took out his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said softly, "This process will be very painful, like stirring your brain into a pulp with a hot poker." Ron couldn't help but swallow saliva. "I believe it won't be long before you beg
to stop."
"Just this level of pain," Harry touched his scar on the forehead, "I think I've experienced it many tis."
"I'll be watching." Snape said. "Well, Legilins!"
Harry hadn't reacted yet, and Snape's office disappeared. A series of mories quickly flashed before his eyes:
- On his eleventh birthday, he drew a birthday cake alone on the beach.
- Quirrell turned around, revealing the scar on the back of his head, facing him with Voldemort.
- He stabbed the basilisk with Godric Gryffindor's sword.
- A hundred Dentors rushed towards him on the bridge.
- He, Ron, and Hermione were tied to a gravestone, listening to Voldemort's return speech.
- In the underground training ground at the Black house, he uttered the Killing Curse incantation.
- Ginny approached him with wide eyes...
No, Harry resisted in his heart. A sudden force erupted in his mind, and he pushed hard along this force. "Bang!" He ca to his senses, seeing Snape crashing into the table. Harry breathed heavily, and the blood vessels on his temples throbbed.
Snape rubbed his back, his eyes flashing with dangerous light. Ron and Hermione, who didn't even dare to breathe, secretly gripped their wands in their pockets. But Snape just coldly said, "Well done, the foundation is solid, and the counterattack is favorable. This ans you have to endure more pain—"
"Legilins!"
This ti the intensity was much higher than before. Harry clearly felt the pain of his brain being torn apart, but the counterattack ca naturally. "What's this? Potter?" Snape shouted at him, pointing at a sparkling magical barrier in mid-air.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered. He didn't want to do this; it was purely a subconscious reaction.
"Sorry?" Snape repeated in a placating tone, then said fiercely, "Drop your wand, Potter."
Harry remained silent for two seconds, walked to the corner, and handed his wand to Ron.
"Don't worry, Harry. If he tries to do anything harmful to you—" Ron used Harry to block himself from Snape, whispering.
"Don't interfere," Harry said.
"What—" Ron looked extrely shocked.
"Don't interfere. We must succeed." Harry said, returning to his original position, provocatively confronting Snape. "You are still too cautious, worried that I will get hurt? Don't worry, I've experienced worse than this."
Snape's chest heaved violently, clearly infuriated enough. He gave Harry a fierce look, seemingly about to cast a curse in the next second. Harry smiled at him, and Snape didn't waste any more words. He cast the spell for the third ti, "Legilins!"
Pain! Intense pain! Harry covered his forehead, facing Snape, struggling not to let tears fall. He exerted all his strength to invoke the power provided by
Occluncy, setting up one defense after another. But now, without his wand, he could only resist Snape's invasion with sheer willpower. Soon, his defense, like soap bubbles in the sunlight, rapidly dissipated. Harry tried his best to resist, but he could only watch his brain gradually lose its resistance to Snape's invasion, opening up to him...
Forced to recall more distant mories — his life with the Dursleys, like an invisible man. Dark cupboards and dusty, spider-web-covered cupboards, the oversized old clothes he wore year-round, transparent eye sockets sticky with tape, climbing a tree because he was scared by Aunt Marge's dog, being stuffed into a trash can by Dudley and his friends... No, even more distant than these, he saw a green light, saw Voldemort, saw his mother... Lily Potter. She was begging Voldemort to spare her child...
"No—!"
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