"Potter, obviously all the lessons I taught you before were in vain." Snape's voice was filled with anger. "If you practice brain closure honestly, you wouldn't have these weird dreams, Potter."

"But I saw it with my own eyes-" Harry argued hard.

"Okay! Potter." Snape stood up. "Potter, you're wasting my time. I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense-maybe you think it's cool to do it, but I have to tell you that you're very stupid."

"I didn't ask you to believe, Professor Snape." Harry suppressed his anger, "I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore! Now!"

"Potter, Dumbledore doesn't have that much time to play this kind of game with you," said Snape. "He plans to run for the Minister of Magic, and he doesn't have time to care about a little boy's random thoughts."

"I'm not thinking a lot, I've seen it with my own eyes-"

"Did you really see it with your own eyes? Potter?" Snape slapped the table. "I told you not to be led by the Dark Lord. He has discovered you. Everything you can see is what he wants you to see, and it may not be real! Our own eyes will deceive our brains, not to mention that you pass through the Dark Lord's eyes."

"But last time I saw Mr. Arthur being attacked by a big snake, didn't I? My notice saved Mr. Arthur's life!" Harry said dissatisfied, "I just want you to find a way to contact Professor Dumbledore. Even if what I saw was fake, I would definitely not lose much if I confirmed."

"Did you think with your simple brain, Potter, what if the Dark Lord confirmed Dumbledore's whereabouts through you?" Snape said, "and I've said that--the Dark Lord didn't find you that time! But now it's different, he is trying to mislead you."

"I don't believe it, you have to inform Professor Dumbledore! Or let me talk to Sirius!"

"You're crazy, Potter." Snape pulled out his wand.

"What do you want to do?" Potter said in panic.

"Look at how fragile your brain's resistance is, Potter, take the God and seek thoughts!"

Snape suddenly took action, and Harry had not had time to prepare to resist: the office swayed in front of his eyes and disappeared, and scenes flashed through his mind like a movie, and he could no longer see what was around him.

When he was five, he watched Dudley ride on a new red bike, and his heart was filled with jealousy. When he was nine, he was driven to the tree by the guard dog Lipi, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn. He wore a scoring hat and heard it say he could go to Slytherin. No, there was a voice in Harry's head shouting, "I have to resist him, clear my brain, keep calm."

But it was useless. He was ashamed and angry at Silver's criticism of his disrespect. He was tied to a cross and was bleed by the Death Eaters.

"No, you can't look at this!" Harry resisted with all his might. At this time, he felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office came back and found himself lying on the ground, one knee kowtowed heavily on the table legs. He looked up at Snape and saw that he was rubbing his wrists, with a red and swollen whip mark there, like a brand.

"Do you want to use a stinging spell?" Snape asked coldly.

"No." Harry said resentfully, climbing up from the ground.

"I think so," Snape said contemptuously, "You let me go too deep, you're out of control."

"You can't do this, it's illegal!" Harry said.

"Are you talking to me? Potter?" Snape said disdainfully, "Your brain closure can be said to be a mess. I believe that even if I teach a goblin brain closure, it will learn better than you. You can't even stop me from spying on your poor brain. Do you think you can spy on the Dark Lord's thoughts? You are too naive, Potter."

"Then let me go, I'm going to find Sirius! He was caught by Voldemort and was suffering!"

"Shut up, Potter," Snape said angrily, "Maybe I should think of a better way to shut up, now, get out of my office!"

"If you don't help me, I'll go and ask other professors for help." Harry waited for Snape, not showing any weakness.

"Very good, Potter, since you insisted on it-" Snape said, "then I can only do this..."

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"How is the Magic Literature exam?" Silver asked stretched.

"I mistranslated ehwaz," Hermione said angrily, "this is about cooperation, not defense. I've confused it with eihwaz."

"Oh," Silver said lazily, "this question is not high, as long as there is no other problem."

"But one question may determine whether to pass or fail!"

"Please rest assured, Hermione." Silver said, "Ancient magical writings are famous for their difficulty and obscure. Out of encouragement, people who have the courage to choose such a class will basically not be given to those who fail."

“But if.”

"Nothing in case, Hermione," said Silver. "You can definitely pass."

"Silver, come with me." Snape walked through the crowd and walked to Silver. He didn't even look at Hermione.

"Is there anything? Professor." Silver was a little reluctant because he was going to go to Hogsmeade with Hermione to improve his mood.

"It's very important, Silver." Snape glanced at Hermione, "I can tell you now if you want to get her in too."
Chapter completed!