Procrastination kills, Harry thought bitterly.

If he could go back to three days ago, he wouldn't have cared about anything else and used all his time to practice emptying his mind.

That way, he wouldn't be so nervous, short of breath, and guilty at the moment.

How could time pass so quickly? Saturday and Sunday seemed to have been fast-forwarded, and in the blink of an eye, it was Monday again.

This meant that he was going to see Snape again.

Harry was so nervous that he couldn't even eat dinner. He was worried about the Brain Seal Spell class later.

If Snape found out that Harry didn't practice at all …. Harry didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrible scene that would be.

But what was to come would come sooner or later. No matter how hard Harry prayed for time to pass slowly, the clock hanging on the wall of the hall didn't stop moving. The hands slowly pointed to six o 'clock.

Harry walked into the cellar with a solemn mood and saw Snape in a black robe already sitting behind the desk.

Hearing Harry's footsteps, he raised his head and looked at him with his black eyes without a trace of emotion. He said coldly, "Very punctual, Potter.

Sit down. "

"Good … Good evening, sir."

Harry felt that he should be more obedient. He sat down in the chair opposite Snape and braced himself to meet his gaze. He felt that his back was starting to sweat slightly.

Snape stared at him with slight surprise, as if he had said something incredible.

Then he looked away as if he hadn't heard anything. He didn't say any unnecessary nonsense and started the class without a trace of sloppiness.

"Last class, we only had a simple understanding of the concept of Brain Seal Spell, Potter.

You know, Dumbledore believes that the spell that didn't kill you back then seems to have established some kind of connection between you and The Dark Lord. There are signs that when your mind is at its weakest and most relaxed, like when you're asleep, you can sense The Dark Lord's emotions.

But if this continues, The Dark Lord will soon be able to use this situation in reverse.

The headmaster doesn't think it should be allowed to continue. He wants me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord. "

Harry listened to Snape's low and calm voice and couldn't help but gradually relax a little.

He suddenly thought of something and asked worriedly, "Does the mysterious man know about this?"

Snape pondered for a moment, and to Harry's surprise, she answered his question.

"The Dark Lord seems to have only recently discovered this connection between you and him.

Before this, you seemed to be able to sense his emotions and thoughts, but he was completely unaware. "

"Can he know what we're thinking right now?

Sir? "

Snape looked at Harry as if she was an idiot.

"The Dark Lord is very far away. The walls and grounds of the Hogwarts are protected by many ancient spells, ensuring the safety of the students.

Time and space have an effect on magic, Potter.

I remember that your good friend, Miss Granger, is known as the 'Know-It-All'. You don't seem to remember the things that Granger usually talks about. "Snape said disdainfully.

"Of course, first of all, you need to have a normal brain capacity." He added.

Harry was relieved.

He was already used to Snape's verbal insults from time to time.

However, Snape suddenly stood up and raised his magic wand at him.

"Then … Now, let's check the results of the last class.

Mind Extraction! "

What?

So sudden?

Hey, at least give me some time to prepare!

Before Harry could refute, her thoughts had already begun to drift.

Harry's green eyes were wide open, and his expression was blank.

A Hungarian tree spitting fire was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at him … In the cold lake, he was dragging Ron and Gabrielle, desperately struggling … The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament was shining with golden light in the mist … Harry and Cedric were lifting the trophy together … Cedric was lying on the ground, looking at the sky with blank eyes … No!

No!

Don't look anymore …

Harry struggled desperately. In a trance, he felt that he had grabbed a piece of soft cloth, and the tip of his nose smelled a fresh and slightly astringent herbal fragrance.

He gasped and opened his eyes. He threw himself at Snape's feet. The cold floor stimulated his nerves. Snape looked at him condescendingly.

"Get up, Potter."

"I … I'm not ready." He awkwardly got up and lowered his head to avoid looking at Snape.

"You're not working hard," Snape said coldly. "Showing me the memory you're most afraid of is equivalent to giving me a weapon!

Again! "

"Mind Extraction!"

"Take your martial —"

Failure.

"Again!

Mind Extraction! "

"Dizzy —"

Failure.

"Mind Extraction!"

"Mind Extraction!"

"Mind Extraction!"

Harry awkwardly got up from the ground again and again, gasping for air and his legs trembling.

Snape had almost seen all of his memories from childhood to adulthood. From time to time, she would comment — of course, nothing good — which made him very angry but unable to refute.

"The key to resisting Mind Extraction is the will, Potter." After he once again lay on the cold floor, sweating profusely, Snape finally gave him a little guidance. "I heard that you've successfully resisted the Soul Seizing Curse. You can try to recall that feeling."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He summoned the courage to look up, clenched his wand, and secretly made up his mind to succeed this time.

"Mind Extraction!"

"Armor Protector —"

Before he could finish the spell, Harry's green eyes inevitably met with Snape's black eyes. Those eyes suddenly became incomparably deep. He looked into them with fascination, as if even his soul was sucked in.

Professor Binns was lecturing endlessly … He was riding on Buckbeak … Haig was holding a fried tail conch … He came to a dark room, walked through the room, walked through the corridor … reached out and pushed the door …

Snape's attack suddenly stopped.

Harry suddenly woke up.

Failure again … He couldn't resist Snape's invasion at all, Harry thought in frustration.

"Your dream seems to be as ridiculous as you, Potter," Snape mocked mercilessly, and then asked, "What's that dark room?"

"The Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic," Harry blurted out involuntarily.

Snape's eyes slowly narrowed. Harry's heart sank.

"How do you know?" Snape asked slowly.

Yes, how did he know?

Harry was at a loss. He frowned and thought hard.

"I … I don't know. It's like I suddenly understood." In the end, he answered honestly.

Snape paced back and forth.

"It seems that The Dark Lord has begun to use the connection between you and him."

Harry felt a wave of panic.

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, I saw in the Prophet's daily newspaper that someone tried to break into the Ministry of Magic. Do you … do you think he did it?

Sir? "

"It's very possible, but it's not something you should think about."

Harry was a little scared and a little confused. "So … in fact, the Fu … the mysterious person wants to go to the Department of Mysteries?

Or, what does he want from there?

What's there that deserves his attention? "

"You can't guess The Dark Lord's thoughts." Snape looked at him contemptuously and said, "Today's class ends here, Potter.

Clear your mind and strengthen your defenses.

Remember, if I find out in the next class that you still don't take my orders seriously, you know what the consequences will be. "He threatened Harry fiercely.

"Yes, sir." Harry didn't dare to say more.

After Harry left, Snape left the cellar and hurried to the second floor of the castle.

He came to a huge, ugly, drop-shaped stone monster and whispered to it, "Iced lemon juice."