Popular Web NovelsChapter 492 Memory InteractionChapter 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, so he 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: "Sorry, Sir."
Snape glanced at him: "Come in."
The office was dark as usual, except for the lamp on the desk that didn't match the whole room. The desk lamp is dimmed, and other places are hidden in looming shadows. Hundreds of glass bottles displayed on the shelves are filled with eerie animal and plant specimens.
The door to the storage room was ajar, and subconsciously, Harry glanced towards the storage room.
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 body loves to prey on all kinds of flying insects. Its tongue is the main ingredient in household insecticides...
The toad's body surface is sunken and dry, like a dried specimen that has lost water. .
How can a dead thing that has been taxidermied move?
Doubts arose in Harry's mind, and he suspected that Snape was doing some vicious potion experiments with the living toad, turning it into that ghostly appearance, or that he was studying dark and vicious black magic...< br>
"Let's see how well you're doing with Occlumency."
Snape's cold voice came from behind. He waved his wand, and the doors to the storage room and office closed with a sound, which scared Harry's heart.
"Okay, Professor."
This is not the first time he has done a similar test. Harry gathered all the thoughts in his mind and walked skillfully to the chair opposite the desk. Sit down.
Snape walked without making a sound, floated to the chair like a ghost and sat down, staring directly at Harry, with a cold chill in his black eyes.
Harry felt that the coldness had condensed into something invisible and substantial. The cold touch fell on his eyeballs and penetrated into his dazed brain, cortex, frontal lobe...
Resist, close your brain, and fool him!
A voice in Harry's head whispered, and he imagined that he had built a thick iron wall in his mind, more sealed and secure than Gringotts' underground vault, in an attempt to All prying eyes are blocked outside.
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, pouring into his mind pervasively, not just his eyes, but also his brain. Every orifice became a loophole. His ears seemed to hear a low echo in the dark underground classroom, and the breath between his mouth and nose was also accompanied by coldness.
Snape's deep and cold gaze was reflected in his mind, and it was clear even if he closed his eyes.
The familiar feeling reappeared, and the office swayed and disappeared in front of his eyes. Memories that were as erratic as mist unfolded in front of his eyes, and pictures flashed through his mind like a movie.
Just now he peeked at Karkaroff rolling up his sleeves to show Snape something on his arm... Yesterday during the duel training, he was knocked back by Loren's disarming spell... In the afternoon, he and Jin Ginny looked back on the glory of the past few years in the trophy display room. He pointed at the Quidditch trophy and the Academy Cup trophy and kept talking. Ginny smiled until her cheeks turned red, and their eyes converged...
No, you can't watch this!
Subconsciously, Harry used the Iron Armor Charm, which he was not very proficient in: "[Armor Protection]"
He was suddenly withdrawn from countless memories that had been watched by others. , he looked at Snape with some confusion. In a daze, a strange thing escaped from his eyes. It was not cold at all, but Harry understood instantly that this was Legilimency.
He has basically never understood this magic. He heard that it involves various advanced techniques of magic and soul, and requires a deep understanding of human heart and emotions before it can be used in practice.
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.
According to Loren, only Dumbledore and Snape can do it at Hogwarts.
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 control of this magic power. snoop.
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.
In the past, his youthful body was quick and active in everything he did, ready to fly on a broom at any time. His restless magic was eager to release cool spells, but now, everything has become quieter and more controlled. freely.
Harry felt that he could control every muscle on his cheek to make the most appropriate and elegant smile, and he could also hide his emotions flawlessly. He was calmer and more rational than usual.
Under such circumstances, Harry had an inexplicable impulse - to take a look inside Snape's mind!
Although another voice in his head told him that he should stop immediately, apologize to Professor Snape, and communicate with him about Potions related topics...
Hey, full of Slytherin's smoothness, is he still a Gryffindor?
Using instinctive control, Harry manipulated Legilimency to probe into Snape's mind.
It twisted and drilled like a snake, penetrated like flowing water...
Snape didn't even raise his eyelids, a hint of secret surprise flashed in his eyes.
A mist of floating light and shadow surrounded Harry, and every memory in it had Snape's face.
The first time he peeked into someone else's memory, he had 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 place seems to be underground, because there are no windows around, but there is enough light in the room. The torch on the wall bracket may be enchanted, and the flame is stronger than the firewood pile in the fireplace.
The room is surrounded by circles of stepped seats, with wizards sitting in rows on stools that rise step by step. The wizards on the innermost floor are neatly dressed in uniforms of the Ministry of Magic. There is a hill piled up in front of everyone. parchment volume.
Bloomingly 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 it at a glance and was almost shocked. Shout out.
It was Snape when he was young, and the one after him was Principal Dumbledore, who looked almost the same as he does now.
This is probably a court hearing scene, because in the cage in the middle of the room is a person with a familiar face - Igor Karkaroff!
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 looks still young. Based on this, we can judge this The memory is probably a bit old.
There were no sleek, expensive fur coats, just thin, torn robes. Taking this opportunity, he also saw clearly what was on Karkaroff's arm, a black devil's mark that looked like a tattoo, with venomous snakes spitting out from the mouth of the terrifying skull. It seemed that a long time had passed since the tattoo, the ink had faded and the mark was somewhat dim.
"Igor Karkaroff." The young Mr. Crouch was full of energy and said in a deep voice, "The Ministry of Magic will remove you from Aziz at your request." Bring Caban out and provide evidence to the committee. If your testimony has some value, the committee may be able to reduce your sentence. But you are still a criminal Death Eater. Do you agree?" br>
"I accept, sir."
In addition to fear, Karkaroff's voice was also mixed with a kind of uneasy and subtle banter, and his tone was glib.
Crouch raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "What are you willing to provide?"
"Provide the name, sir."
Harry stared at Karkaroff, wondering Was it his imagination? He saw a smile flash across that embarrassed face.
"There are Antonin Dolokhov, Evan Rozier, Ludo Bagman, and Travers, Mulciber..."
Some wizards at the Ministry of Magic have heard of this name and quickly pulled out relevant information from the pile of files. They confirmed that Antonin Dolohov had been arrested and the Death Eater named Evan Rozier had been killed. , Ludo Bagman was caught red-handed while delivering intelligence...
In short, this list of names is of little value.
Karkaroff then confessed an internal spy from the Ministry of Magic named August Rookwood, but this was still not enough to exempt Karkaroff from punishment. Just when Crouch planned When it was announced that he would be imprisoned back in Azkaban, panic finally appeared on his face, he grabbed the cage rod tightly and shouted:
"No, wait, I still know, I still have information ...Severus Snape."
Harry turned around and saw Snape pressing the broad brim of his hat, as calmly as if he was not the one being reported.
Waiting for any response from the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had already stood up: "I have already made a statement to the committee about this situation. Snape is indeed a Death Eater, but he was already a Death Eater before the fall of Voldemort. Be my informant..."
All disputes disappeared instantly. Crouch rubbed the corners of his eyes to relieve fatigue: "If the witness can no longer provide other evidence to the committee, then you go back to Azkaban first..."
"No, no, no!"< br>
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 used the Cruciatus Curse. Tortured Auror Longbottom and his wife..."
His voice became more and more high-pitched and passionate, as if he was reciting the climax of a stage play.
"Who is it, say his name?"
"Barty Crouch——" Karkaroff looked straight at the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement and quasi-Minister of Magic, and whispered softly, "——'s son."
The voice fell. , the whole place was shocked, and the screams and discussions were like boiling water, boiling the chief judge Crouch.
The venue was in chaos. Until Barty Crouch Jr. was escorted to Crouch, he was still in a daze.
On his stagnant face, the eyes first came to life and began to move. Crouch looked down at his son, who made him proud through the 12-door O.W.L.s, and pronounced his verdict clearly:
"Because you committed such a heinous crime, you were brought before the Magical Law Commission to await sentencing..."
Barty Crouch Jr. screamed and quibbled at his father, but none of them could overshadow Crouch's resounding trial: "Now, on behalf of the jury, I sentence you to life imprisonment in Azkaban!"
As the gavel was knocked down, the entire space suddenly trembled.
Harry felt himself being hit by a powerful spell, and was thrown out of Snape's mind as if flying. He fell on the stool in front of the desk, with Professor Snape sitting opposite.
"Professor," Harry said in a panic, "I know I shouldn't...I didn't mean to..."
"Harry Potter, offend the professor and study black without permission." Magic, against school rules..." Snape leaned back slightly, and the upper half of his face was hidden in the dark shadows. His expression could not be seen clearly. His voice did not have the expected sullenness, only a coldness, "Gryffindor therefore Deduction of 50 points, Harry Potter is placed in confinement for one month under the supervision of the administrator, Mr. Filch."
"Professor..."
"You can go."
"..."
Harry felt his hands and feet begin to sweat, he pursed his lips and looked at Snape looked at the shadow, stood up wisely, bowed and left.
The wooden door of the office opened and closed, and Snape stood up and left his seat, slowly walking towards the storage room.
If Loren were here, maybe there would be some joy in his steps.
"Dumbledore is really stupid. What's the use of letting him know about this kind of thing, and he actually asked me to do it..."
Snape's eyes swept across the storage room. On the console, looking at the unanswered letter lying quietly under the brass crucible, his eyes flickered.
The letter was from Lucius Malfoy. It only had two scrawled pages. It did not discuss business or mention Galleons. The first page asked about his son Draco's recent performance and academic performance. , the second page is about chatting about past friends: Rozier, Wilkes, Lestrange, Avery...
"It seems that it's not just Egg who is worried. Er."
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.
Resurrection, what a longing word...
The dry and dilapidated specimen came to life again, licking the red liquid in the round tin-plated copper dish intently. With constant licking, the dried body is becoming fuller little by little, and the black warts on the back are gradually bulging.
Snape gently fed a small flying insect to it. The black wart and red-eyed toad did not move, still licking the potion intently.
The movements are hopelessly rigid.
(End of this chapter)