People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Arthur is not injured, and the blood on his body looks like some kind of paint. They have returned." The wizard didn't quite understand it, he only remembered the look in Doctor Saint Goman's eyes.

It's as if all the officials in the Ministry of Magic are crazy.

The four Weasley children breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Dumbledore had wanted to use the portkey to take the children to see their father, but now he didn't know what to do.

"You guys go back first." He thought for a while, his clear eyes moved from the door key to the faces of several children, "The holiday will be coming soon, don't worry."

The four children looked back every few steps and were reluctant to leave, but were eventually ruthlessly "driven out" by Professor McGonagall.

Snape walked into the office with a dazed look on his face. Everyone in the room was wearing dressing gowns, as if they were having a pajama party.

His suspicious eyes moved back and forth between Harry and Dumbledore, and he glanced at Afro who was standing beside them.

"Principal, are you looking for me?"

"Severus, we can't wait any longer." Dumbledore turned around with his hands behind his back and took two steps in the direction of him and Harry, "Otherwise we will be vulnerable."

Snape cast a meaningful look at Harry.

"I leave Afro and Harry to you."

Snape pulled Harry's arm and took him to his basement. Harry was still in a daze.

He didn't know how things had evolved from saving Mr. Weasley to happening to him.

Afro knew what Snape and Dumbledore meant, but she didn't understand why she was involved in this matter.

Snape's actions weren't rough, but they weren't gentle either.

He pressed Harry into a chair, with his back to him, and unfolded the bag of wands.

"The Headmaster wants you to study Occlumency this semester."

"Learning what?" Harry asked blankly.

Snape's sneer became more obvious, "Occlumency, to prevent the brain from being invaded by foreign things."

Harry's heart began to beat violently and his throat swallowed hard.

"Obviously the Dark Lord has some kind of connection with you. As for whether he realizes it or not..." Snape finally picked out a suitable wand. He turned around with the wand in his hand, "I hope he doesn't know yet."

"You mean he can read my memory?"

"Not only that, it will also control and disrupt."

Harry's heart beat faster and he licked his dry lips. "So—"

"You will have the honor of receiving private tutoring once a week. I will be the one teaching you." Snape's voice became increasingly gloomy, and he looked at him with a triumphant smile on his face.

It's my honor?

Harry didn't think so.

What had he done wrong to deserve this punishment?

Harry looked at Afro hurriedly and helplessly.

Snape followed his gaze and saw the girl standing idly by the door, and his tone softened slightly.

"Campbell is here to help you."

"She wants to learn too?"

Snape snorted twice, "She no longer needs to study, but will serve as your assistant in the future to assist you in better training."

Harry looked at the girl in surprise, he didn't know Afro had already learned it, in comparison, he was really stupid.

While Harry was daydreaming, Snape had already entered the teaching state. His cold black eyes stared at Harry without blinking, and the tip of his wand was already pointed at his nose.

"Are you standing there as a door god?" Snape suddenly said to Afro.

Aphrodite wordlessly followed his instructions and approached them, until Snape turned his attention back to Harry.

"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter."

Harry stood up nervously and they faced each other across the chairs.

"You must do everything you can to stop me, do you hear me?" Snape said coldly, as if he was weighing every word.

"Campbell, watch my movements carefully." Snape then instructed Afro.

Snape swung his wand gently, "Let's see how well you can resist."

"Legilimency!"

The sudden attack left Harry with no time to prepare. It was as if the scene in front of him had turned into a cinema, with scenes flashing through his mind like a movie.

[No, you can’t look.]

A voice in Harry's head kept reminding him.

[You can’t look at this, this is a private memory…]

Aphrodite was extremely worried. She wanted to speak out to stop him, but was stopped by Snape's look.

Harry's legs were shaking and he was soaking wet, but he kept his eyes closed.

Snape finally decided to let him go, and the spell was retracted. Harry collapsed on the chair, and Afro hurried forward to check him.

"You let me go too deep and I lost control." Snape looked at Avro, who was worried and busy, and glared at Harry with contempt.

"You saw it all," panted Harry.

"Some fragments." Snape curled his lips, as if he didn't want to mention what he saw.

Harry didn't believe him at all.

"Next, Campbell will be in charge of training until you can resist her, and then I will take over." Snape arranged the next task with an expressionless face, and then sat aside to rest.

Afro looked at the sweaty Harry helplessly. To be honest, she didn't want to make Harry suffer like this.

But this is unavoidable.

"Aphrodite, I'm fine." Harry saw the girl's hesitation and took the initiative to smile at her, "It's okay, we'll practice for a while."

There were no windows in the basement, and Afro had no idea what time it was.

She only knew that she would have trouble falling asleep tonight.

"Then you better be prepared." Afro couldn't resist the temptation and spoke up before casting the spell.

"Hmph, do Death Eaters need to notify us in advance before casting a spell?" A sarcastic voice floated over from the side.

Aphrodite calmed herself and raised her wand.

"Legilimency!"

The office disappeared before her eyes, and in its place was a five or six year old Harry looking enviously at his cousin Dudley's new bicycle.

Then there was Harry, who was gradually growing up... mumbling to himself in the dormitory about the gift she had given him...

Turning her sight, Afro saw Harry unbuttoning his shirt in the steamy bathroom...

Avro jerked his wand away, and Harry slumped in his chair, gasping for air.

"They won't take back the spell on their own initiative." Snape shouted at Avro, "You didn't do it, Potter, you need to control your thoughts!"

Harry obviously saw the scene as well. His face flushed and he didn't dare to look up at Afro.

"Again!"

They trained non-stop, with Harry repeatedly defeated by long-forgotten memories.

The gate that had appeared several times in the dream reappeared.

Harry's pajamas were so wet that water could be wrung out of them. He threw himself on the floor of the office, eager to leave.

He seemed to know what Voldemort was looking for.

"That's enough," Snape interrupted them coldly, "Come over every Wednesday night at six and we'll continue practicing."