People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro was right. By the end of the day, almost all the students in the school were discussing the interview.

Umbridge stopped students everywhere and asked to check their bags and pockets.

Of course the students were smarter than her. They cast a spell on the magazine so that it became a blank piece of paper when not in use.

Seamus came over, looked at Harry's knees, and said excitedly, "I believe in you. My family believes in you. You are really brave."

Harry was very happy until he had a terrible dream in the middle of the night.

"Are you saying that you are Voldemort in your dream?" Afro was looking intently at Fred and George in the yard.

They were there to promote their magic hats.

"Yeah," Harry whispered. "If I could learn Occlumency, these things wouldn't get in."

Afro finally turned her gaze back from Fred and George, "Harry, this is not a bad thing."

"At least we know what he's thinking," she said softly.

Ron took a gulp of water, and Harry saw it run from his chin to his collar.

"what?"

"He wanted something behind the door, but he never got it, and he even lost a Death Eater."

Afro looked at Harry, still obviously in deep thought, "That's the information he told us."

"Then should I not continue practicing Occlumency?" Harry thought that since this had benefits, then he wouldn't have to go to Snape anymore. It just so happened that his scar was a little painful.

"But you shouldn't see this." Afro's tone became very serious. "One day Voldemort will know this method, and he can also use your brain to monitor us, so you should work harder."

Although Harry listened to Afro's words, he still couldn't help but think of this dream.

It caused him to be distracted in Potions class, getting two "Ds", and his mind wasn't as secure as it once was.

Harry tried hard to clear his mind, trying to prevent Afro from seeing his childhood memories.

A series of memories that even he didn't know about.

Afro reached out and pulled up Harry, who was lying on the floor, and took out a bottle of light purple potion and handed it to his mouth.

Harry took her hand, lowered his head and took two sips, and the fatigue in his body disappeared instantly.

"Go on, Campbell!" Snape's voice was like catkins floating in the air, penetrating into his ears.

Aphrodite raised her wand again, "Three, two, ... Legilimency!"

With the girl's reminder, Harry prepared himself mentally, and this time he managed to hold on for more than a minute.

Snape put down the bottle of unknown liquid, narrowed his cold black eyes, and stared at them.

After practicing again, Snape gently pushed Avro away, without any warning, and chanted a spell at Harry who had not yet stood up.

He saw countless Dementors rushing towards him, he saw the black hole under the hood, and a man kneeling in the middle of the room...

He saw Snape, Snape becoming clearer and clearer.

Harry suddenly raised his wand, "Protection of Armor!"

Snape was hit by the sudden spell. He staggered twice and his wand flew out of his hand and flew towards the ceiling.

Harry's mind was flooded with strange memories.

A man with a hooked nose was violently beating a woman who was cowering in a corner...

A little black-haired boy was crying in the corner...

A greasy-haired boy stood alone in the darkness...

A skinny boy tried to ride on a broom, and there was a shrill laugh nearby...

Avro quickly pushed away the wand pointed at Snape.

Snape staggered back a few steps and bumped into a shelf. His body trembled slightly and he gasped with a pale face.

Avro reached out to steady him, but Snape pushed her hard, knocking over the bottle on the table.

"That's progress, Potter!" Snape said hoarsely. "Back to normal!"

The broken bottle was restored to its original state as if nothing had happened.

Afro tugged at Harry's sleeve. He knew that he had just accidentally seen Snape's childhood memories, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Right..."

"I don't remember asking you to use the Shield Charm, although it was useful," Snape said, raising his wand again. "Again?"

They stood across the table, and Afro was about to say something, but Harry shook his head at her.

"Legilimency!"

Harry didn't have time to concentrate. The sun shone through the green leaves, which gradually turned into a Christmas tree. He and Afro were kissing under the tree...

Slowly, a rustling sound came from the distance.

He saw himself running in a corridor again, with a black door getting closer and closer -

He's in!

A dark round room with several doors on the wall...

"Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground, but he had no memory of how he fell.

"You're not trying hard enough!" Snape seemed even angrier than he had been two minutes ago when Harry saw his memory. "You're lazy and sloppy. Do you know what we're doing, Potter?"

Snape's voice was fierce and vicious.

“Why would I give up my time to do this nasty job, you know?”

Harry nodded stiffly, now thinking that perhaps there was some truth in what Ron said.

Snape opened his mouth and continued to roar, and suddenly a woman outside screamed loudly.

Afro looked up at the ceiling.

"Is there anything unusual up there?" Snape frowned in dissatisfaction as he listened to the noise coming from the direction of the hallway.

Avro and Harry shook their heads as the voice above began to ring again.

Snape walked in front with his wand in hand. Harry hesitated for a long time and then followed him out.

As they reached the top of the stairs, the sounds became more pronounced.

Students coming out of the auditorium after dinner crowded the marble stairs.

In the middle is a woman with a big afro, a face covered in soot and pink clothes.

Not surprisingly, it should be Umbridge.

"Who!" A little girl's scream echoed throughout the hallway. "Who put that thing here?"

The corridor was crowded with students watching the fun, but no one answered her.

Afro looked through the crowd and saw Fred and George, who were smiling smugly.

"Don't let me know who it is! I'm going to put you in detention!"

Umbridge covered her afro and walked away.

It was only when she left that the students burst into deafening laughter.

Fred and George high-fived each other behind the crowd, celebrating their successful trick on Umbridge.

Snape looked at the crowd that was dispersing and said to them in a good mood, "That's all for today's practice. Come back next week."

Afro looked at his back and was sure that Snape must be very happy at this moment.