Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 377 The Most Basic Reasoning Ability——Dark Lord
Harry and Ron told Hermione about this at recess the next morning.They wanted to make sure no one heard, and standing in their usual corner in the breezy yard, Harry told her every detail he could remember.After listening, she didn't speak for a while, but looked at Fred and George across the yard with an extremely focused expression. Those two people never looked back, just selling their magic hats there.

It should be said that Harry and Ron depended so much on Hermione that they almost completely lost their judgment. This only required the simplest logical reasoning ability to deduce a lot of information, but Harry and Ron were wasting time almost all night.

When Bode went to steal something, a strange thing happened, he couldn't find or get the thing at all, and there must be protective charms around to keep it from being touched.So he went into St. Mungo's and he was so deranged he couldn't talk.But what the therapist had said, he was recovering, and the Death Eaters couldn't make him better, and as soon as he could talk, he'd tell what he did, and everyone would know he was sent to steal, and it was the Department of Mysteries.Everyone would know exactly what Lucius Malfoy had done for his Master.

In that way, the news of Voldemort's resurrection would also be exposed, which is undoubtedly not what Voldemort wanted.So Harry and Dumbledore have been called lunatics by the Daily Prophet this year, and it's not all because of Fudge. He is just a clown, but there are many people around him who hold the banner of the Ministry of Magic, such as the Malfoy family.

However, they have developed over the years, and they still sit at the top of the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic can be said to be riddled with holes, Death Eaters, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and saints are all complicated.

Of course, we must not forget the original faction of the Ministry of Magic-Fudge and his partners.

On Hermione's side, there was a lot of reasoning, and she connected the previous arrest and imprisonment of Sturgis Podmore.

"Sturgis," said Hermione, almost breathlessly, "arrested for trying to break into a door at the Ministry of Magic. Lucius Malfoy did it to him too. Harry, I bet he did it the day you saw him. Sturgis had Moody's Invisibility Cloak, and maybe he was guarding that door, and Malfoy heard it, or guessed where he was, or just cast the Imperius Curse in case there were guards?

So, the next time Sturgis got the chance—probably when he was on duty again—he tried to sneak into the Department of Mysteries to steal something for Voldemort, but he got caught and went into Azkaban."

She looked at Harry.

If Dumbledore and Hera were here, they would definitely be better off for Hermione's excellent inference drummer, and it would be difficult for them to do better, after all, Hermione has too little information.

However, Hermione gave Harry a very useful suggestion: Harry should forget what he saw and put more effort into practicing Occlumency.

So, this news seemed to be their little secret, at least Hera didn't know it at all - even if he knew, it wouldn't stop him, this just fulfilled Dumbledore's wish, didn't it?
But it was obvious that Harry's disguise was blunt, and he hadn't fooled Snape at all, even though there was no trust between them at all.

"Potter, even if you're stupid," Snape said viciously, "I thought you'd have improved after two months, how many dreams about the Dark Lord have you had?"

Undoubtedly, if anyone had the hardest time when Harry's interview spread all over Hogwarts, even Umbridge could not compare to Snape.

Damn Potter, he never knew what humility is, and he has been chasing his fame all the time. Does he know how he got this aura?

This was Snape's truest thought, contrary to most people's opinion that Harry had done a very brave thing.

"Just one." Harry lied to Snape, even though it was a poor excuse because anyone could tell he was lying - his expression gave it away perfectly.

"Perhaps," Snape's cold black eyes narrowed, "perhaps you enjoy having these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter. Perhaps they make you feel special—important?"

"No." Harry gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping the handle of his wand tightly—they needed to practice Occlumency, and they all had wands in their hands.

This made the two of them seem to be confronting each other, although in fact it was just Snape's unilateral crushing, Harry had no way to resist Snape, even verbally - Snape had never lost verbally to any student, even the former Hera.Of course, Hera was never afraid of Snape, and the relationship between them didn't heat up until Hera returned to Hogwarts to teach.

"That's good," said Snape coldly, "because you're neither special nor important, and you don't need to find out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eaters."

"Yeah, that's your job, isn't it?" Harry snapped at him.

He didn't want to say that at first, and he didn't have the courage to say it at all, it was purely out of anger.For a long time they stared at each other, and Harry thought he had gone too far.But there was a strange, almost satisfied look on Snape's face.

"Yes, Potter," his eyes sparkled, "that's my job. Now, are you ready? Here we go again."

Snape was glad that Harry could bring up his temper, even if it was angry nonsense, but as long as his goal was achieved, so what?

The stupid lions of Gryffindor are so easy to fool, they only need a simple sentence or two to provoke them and they will do what you want.

It's not a difficult thing to do, just moving your lips up and down is enough.

Snape raised his wand, "One two three. Legilimency!"

They continued their Occlumency practice, and the conversation just now was obviously very useful. Harry was a little more lucid this time, and he was even able to stay conscious during Legilimency - anger helped him take control of himself.

Harry raised his wand.

"Armor protection."

This surprised Snape so much that he staggered, his wand flew up, away from Harry - and suddenly Harry's mind was filled with strange memories.

A hook-nosed man yelling at a cowering woman, a dark-haired little boy crying in a corner...a greasy-haired teenager sitting alone in a dark bedroom, shooting flies with his wand at the ceiling...a scrawny boy trying to ride a jumping broom, and a girl laughing at him...

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