[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"I know what you're going to say." Harry said after they came to the small pantry, "Please don't say it, I'm really scared..." The other party looked at the situation in the living room, Wes Mrs. Lay was still talking to Ginny. "You think I saved Mr. Weasley, if I hadn't spotted him first... no, I actually bit him! I was the snake! For a few seconds in the Headmaster's office, my scar It hurts so much, I feel like I want to bite Professor Dumbledore... I must be crazy!" Harry said in horror.

"You're not crazy." Riddle walked in and closed the storage room door smoothly. "You're not that snake either."

"You don't understand!" Harry rubbed his forehead in distress, "I was on top of that snake, and I could feel Mr. Weasley's blood flowing from between my teeth..."

"Do you think you're the only one who has such a dream?" Riddle said angrily.

Harry stared blankly at Riddle, "Oh, sorry... I thought Voldemort wouldn't affect you."

"His influence on me is much less than that on you, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have it." Riddle raised one eyebrow, "The reason why he had a particularly strong influence on us last night is because he was attached to that snake .”

"What? You mean..."

"Yes, he was attached to the snake, and you felt his feelings, so it was as if you were attached to the snake." Riddle said impatiently, "I guess he probably didn't make any progress with that corridor, so he just Send the snake out on patrol. He was the one who attacked Mr. Weasley, and you just saw it through the connection between you and him."

Harry looked brighter suddenly, "So, Mr. Weasley's injury has nothing to do with me?"

"Are you going to attack Mr. Weasley?" He couldn't help but feel a little amused at Harry's innocence.

"No, of course not!" Harry flatly denied, but showed a hesitant look, "but I'm not sure if Voldemort possessed me..."

"You've also experienced what it's like to be possessed." Riddle interrupted Harry. "If he really possessed you, you'll know."

"Well... that's true." Harry finally felt relieved, "I'm going to help Sirius prepare breakfast right now."

After watching Harry leave, he asked Riddle, "It's not that simple, is it?"

"It's nothing serious." Riddle replied pretending to be relaxed, "It's just that the main soul finally knows that Harry is his Horcrux. Since Dumbledore also knows, let the two of them fight .”

He sighed.Although this is a battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort, the main battlefield is Harry after all. I am afraid that Harry's life will be difficult from now on.

It's not a perfect Christmas.Sirius was the only one in the whole house who was genuinely happy, and their presence made Sirius no longer feel marginalized, while Harry was the opposite.Since returning from St. Mungo's, Harry has been avoiding people on purpose - the twin brother's retractable ears have heard something that shouldn't be heard.Although Ron and Hermione, who joined in the middle, wanted to cheer Harry up, what they didn't know was that Harry wasn't blaming himself for a vague statement as they thought. The secret to Harry was now as close as he could get to sex.

After Christmas, under Harry's growing anticipation, Dumbledore finally responded, but Harry obviously didn't like the result.

"Why Snape?" Harry sat in front of the portrait of Phoenix with a dejected expression on his face.

"I thought Dumbledore would teach you himself." Riddle was also surprised by this result. "Although Snape's Occlumency is very superb, it is something that should be treated with caution after all. It's hard to imagine that old bee would pretend to be someone else."

"You have to consider that if the connection between Harry and Voldemort goes both ways, then Harry's frequenting of the Headmaster's office should be quite an irritant to Voldemort," he pointed out.Judging from Harry's performance in the principal's office, too frequent contact with Dumbledore may lead to a stronger relationship between Harry and Voldemort.

"That's right." Riddle nodded seriously, "If I often see Dumbledore's old face appearing in my mind, I will feel that I must be insane."

"Even if it's not Professor Dumbledore, it's fine to be someone else." Harry walked around the room anxiously. "If I have to go to Snape for extra lessons every Monday night in the future, I'd rather stay here and face either Umbridge's old toad or Snape's big bat—"

"You can't terminate the connection between you and Voldemort's brain by staying here." Riddle pierced Harry's fantasy sharply. "No matter where you are, you need to learn Occlumency."

"Won't you come and teach me?" Harry said weakly.

"Uh." Riddle rarely showed embarrassment, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but I'm really not that good at Occlumency, at least compared to my advantage in Legilimency. Practice your brain Occupancy is nothing more than I chant a spell for you, and you try to resist my invasion... If I chant a spell for you, it will probably only make your brain defenses more vulnerable."

"Snape is a master in the field of Occlumency after all, and he should be able to teach you a lot of useful tricks." He tried to comfort Harry as objectively as possible. "As long as he is willing to teach seriously."

"Yeah, if he's willing to teach." Harry looked resentful. "He's never taught well."

This is an undeniable fact.Snape did have real talents, whether it was magic or potions, but it was doubtful that anyone could learn anything from Snape.

They soon learned the result of Snape's lecture.They were sitting in the common room on Monday night watching the twins put on a cap, and Harry walked in, rubbing his brow and looking anything but amused.

"It sucks." Before they could ask, Harry sat down on the sofa and started talking about Snape's lecture. "I don't think I like Occlumency at all. I haven't felt that way before. Snape's Legilimency is a hundred times worse than the fake Moody's Imperius Curse."

"Oh, everyone will feel a little weak when their brain is attacked again and again." Hermione looked at Harry sympathetically.

"If you ask me, Snape probably didn't have any good intentions at all." Ron said confidently, "Maybe he just wanted to open Harry's brain even bigger, so that the mysterious man could get in."

Harry had a nauseous look on his face. "I'm going up to rest first, I hope Snape's class can be of some use."

"I said he wouldn't get any good results from Occlumency." After Harry went upstairs, Riddle said this in a flattering way.

"It's only temporary." Hermione frowned, "It's like a cold, it always gets worse and then gets better."

"It's hard to say. This kind of magic is closely related to the wizard's personality." Riddle explained in a rather professional tone, "The stronger the wizard's self-awareness, the easier it is to learn Occlumency. As for proficiency, it's another matter." Yes. But on the other hand, someone like Harry who is used to living for other people is the natural antithesis of Occlumency."

"According to you, don't good people are not suitable for Occlumency?" Ron asked a little uncomfortable.

"Well... that makes sense." Riddle actually nodded in a serious manner, "It stands to reason that a person with good conduct has a clear conscience towards others and himself, is open-minded, and has nothing to hide, so why bother to learn Occlumency ? Occlumency, a remote witchcraft, is also prevalent among secretive dark wizards."

"Harry should be very weak tonight, do you want to go and see him?" Hermione looked at them anxiously.

"Maybe later he'll be rolling around on the bed saying who's dying." Ron muttered, stuffing the homework notebook Hermione gave him into his schoolbag. "Let's go up."

Hermione was right to be concerned, as soon as they arrived at the dormitory, they saw that Harry had lost control again.

"Wake up!" Ron also learned Riddle's trick, and slapped Harry awake. "What's the matter with you? Hermione asked us to come and see you."

Harry lay on the floor panting, unable to recover for a long time.

"What did you see again this time?" Ron leaned forward, looking at Harry worriedly.

"Well...he's very happy." Harry sat up with difficulty. "A good thing has happened, something he's been looking forward to."

He glanced at Riddle, who was frowning in thought.

Ron's complexion looked even worse, "I don't want to know what that thing is at all."

However, Ron's hopes were dashed, and the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet the next day read: Azkabando escapes prison.According to reports, ten Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban last night, and the Ministry of Magic's explanation for this is that Sirius is the culprit of everything.

In addition to the Death Eater's escape, the murder of Bod in the Department of Mysteries also disturbed Hermione.They had seen Bod when they visited Mr. Weasley in the hospital.

"We have to do something." Hermione put down the newspaper.Not many students at Hogwarts subscribe to the Daily Prophet. At this moment, the auditorium is still full of laughter. The students are chatting about the upcoming Quidditch match and Hogsmeade weekend-the next time to go to Hogsmeade is exactly Valentine's Day, many girls have become extra excited recently because of this.

"You're right, we can't continue to let the Ministry of Magic whitewash the peace." He felt that he had a general direction, but from the way Hermione looked, she should know what to do.

"I didn't let it go," Harry complained dissatisfiedly, "but they all think I'm crazy."

"Hermione, do you have any ideas?" He ignored Harry and turned to Hermione.

"I need to send a letter." Hermione stood up, throwing her schoolbag over her shoulder, "I have to try, maybe it will work...Are you free on Valentine's Day?"

"What are you going to do?" He looked at Riddle beggingly.

"Rita Skeeter?" Riddle repeated the name unhappily. "What use is she?"

"You use Legilimency on me?" Hermione asked dissatisfied.

"Cough, I'm sorry, conditioned reflex." Having said that, Riddle didn't mean to apologize.

"Now that you know everything, don't hinder me." Hermione said arrogantly, and hurried away with her schoolbag on her back.

"What's her idea?" Ron asked quickly as soon as Hermione's back disappeared from view.

He thought about it seriously, not going to answer Ron's question. "Tom, what are your plans for Valentine's Day?"

"Not yet." Riddle replied with a half-smile. "what's your plan?"

"If nothing else, would you consider going on a date with Luna?"