days at Hogwarts

Chapter 492 Memory Interaction

Harry withdrew his gaze and walked towards the office without looking back. There was only a short corridor away, and within a few steps he saw Professor Snape clearly in dark green robes.

He stood upright at the door of the office, his hands hanging naturally on the sides of his robe, his eyes as cold and indifferent as the water of the black lake, as if he was using Legilimency at any time.

Harry was stunned for a moment, paused in his steps, thought about it carefully and realized it was impossible, and then continued to step forward.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape."

"You're late, Potter."

The corners of Harry's eyes twitched slightly. It was clear that there were still ten minutes before the scheduled time, but he very wisely did not argue, but admitted his mistake in a low voice: "I'm sorry, sir."

Snape glanced at him: "Come in."

He has basically never understood this magic. He heard that it involves various advanced techniques involving magic power and souls, and requires a deep understanding of people's hearts and emotions in order to be able to use it in practice.

Resist, close your brain, and fool him!

A voice in Harry's head whispered. He imagined that he had built a thick iron wall in his mind, which was more sealed and secure than the underground vault of Gringotts, in an attempt to block all prying eyes. outside.

Snape pressed his left arm with his right hand, and his eyes fell on the black warty red-eyed toad in the box, and did not move for a long time.

"No no no!"

"I accept, sir."

But when this strange magic power escaped from his eyes, he instinctively knew how to use it. Just like drinking water and eating, he naturally knew how to control the flow, invasion, and spying of this magic power.

The first time he peeked into someone else's memory, he felt an awkward and strange feeling. Before he could figure out what it was like, his consciousness had been dragged into a recent memory scene.

This was not the first time he had done a similar test. Harry put all the thoughts in his mind to rest and skillfully walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down.

Doubts arose in Harry's mind, and he suspected that Snape was doing some vicious potion experiment with the living toad to turn it into that ghostly form, or that he was researching dark and vicious black magic...

"Give me a name, sir."

Karkaroff put his face close to the cage, squinting his eyes with a meaningful expression: "I also know someone who tortured many Muggles and mixed-blood wizards, participated in the round-up, and tortured Auror Long with the Cruciatus Curse. Mr. and Mrs. Barton..."

"Dumbledore is really stupid. What's the use of letting him know about this kind of thing? He actually asked me to do it..."

The dry and dilapidated sign came to life again, licking attentively the red liquid in the round tin-plated copper vessel. With constant licking, the dried body is becoming fuller little by little, and the black warts on the back are gradually bulging.

Harry turned around and saw Snape pressing the broad brim of his hat, as calmly as if he was not the one being reported.

"..."

Wizards who have just learned Legilimency can only simply judge other people's emotions, judge other people's thoughts through verbal induction and physical pressure, and tell whether others are lying. Only senior Legilimency masters can peek into other people's memories.

How can a dead thing that has been taxidermied move?

Vaguely aware of the situation in front of him, Harry couldn't help but breathe quickly. He glanced at the wizard next to him. Although he was wearing a large wizard hat to hide his face, Harry recognized him at a glance and almost screamed.

It was Snape in his youth, and the one before him was Headmaster Dumbledore, who looked almost the same as he does now.

On the console, a strange-looking toad jumped into the box, attracting Harry's attention. His back was covered with bumps and bumps, his eyes were scarlet, and he had an E grade in Potions. He recognized it at a glance as being in the Potions class. The black wart and red-eyed toad used on the Internet loves to prey on all kinds of flying insects. Its tongue is the main ingredient in household insecticides...

"It seems that Igor is not the only one who is worried."

As the gavel knocked down, the entire space suddenly trembled.

The venue was in chaos until Barty Crouch Jr. was escorted in front of Crouch, who was still in a daze.

"you can go now."

Karkaroff looks much younger than he does now. His hair is still black and his goatee is still very short. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are not obvious, so he still looks young. Based on this, it can be judged that this memory is probably a bit old.

In the past, his youthful body was quick and active in everything he did, ready to fly on a broomstick at any time. His restless magic was eager to release cool spells, but now, everything became quieter and more controlled.

He seemed to have become another person and entered another perspective. Although he was still the same body, Harry clearly felt that something was different.

Exerting instinctive control, Harry manipulated Legilimency to probe into Snape's mind.

His voice became increasingly louder and more passionate, as if he was reciting the climax of a stage play.

The letter was from Lucius Malfoy. It had only two scrawled pages. It did not discuss business or mention Galleons. The first page was about asking about his son Draco's recent performance and academic achievements. The second page was about small talk. Talking about friends from the past: Rozier, Wilkes, Lestrange, Avery...

If Loren were here, maybe there might be some hint of joy in his steps.

Under such circumstances, Harry had an inexplicable urge - to take a look inside Snape's mind!

Although another voice in his head told him that he should stop now, apologize to Professor Snape, and talk to him about Potions...

On his stagnant face, the eyes first came to life and began to move. Crouch looked down at his son, who had passed 12 OWLs and made him proud, and pronounced his verdict clearly:

"Because you committed such a heinous crime, you were brought before the Magical Law Commission to await sentencing..."

Before the Ministry of Magic could react, Dumbledore stood up: "I have made a statement to the committee about this situation. Snape is indeed a Death Eater, but he became my informant before Voldemort fell... …”

But he failed. The cold chill was a slippery poisonous snake at first. The moment it touched the wall, it turned into a lake in the depths of winter. It poured into his mind pervasively, not just in his eyes, but in every orifice of his brain. It became a loophole, and his ears seemed to hear a low echo in the dark underground classroom, and the breath between his mouth and nose was also cold.

"Let's see how well you're doing with Occlumency."

It twists and drills like a snake, penetrates like flowing water...

Groups of mist with floating light and shadow surrounded Harry, and every memory in it had Snape's face.

"No, wait, I also know, I still have information...Severus Snape."

The door to the storage room was ajar, and Harry subconsciously glanced towards the storage room.

Resurrection from the dead, what a longing word...

Snape didn't even raise his eyelids, a hint of secret surprise flashed in his eyes.