Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 671

"Hmm," Harry nodded, then shook his head, looking a little confused and at a loss.

"Don't you know how you're going to face Snape in the future?" Tyella saw right through Harry's little scheme.

“Hmm,” Harry nodded.

"Have you ever thought about how Snape treated you over the past five or six years?" Tierra asked. "You were his childhood friend, the child of the woman he loved most, and the son of the boy he hated most."

"He both hates and cherishes you."

"Wait, the woman I love most?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“Lily Evans,” Tierra said, “your mother, your father’s wife, and also Snape’s childhood friend and the girl he had loved since childhood—”

“But I clearly heard—” Harry said anxiously.

“Yes, yes, Snape called Lily Evans a Mudblood,” Tyella said. “That was the one word he regretted saying the most.”

“But we need to understand that he said those words while being humiliated by James. He had his pants pulled down in front of his favorite girl, was thrown into the air, and had his mouth stuffed with foam. Rather than having Lily Evans rescue him, he would rather she be away from this conflict and forget his shameful state forever,” Tierra said with a laugh.

"So now you can understand why Snape hated you so much, but at the same time he would do everything he could to protect you, right?"

“Hmm,” Harry nodded.

"How do you feel right now?" Tierra asked in return.

“Well, a little angry. Well, and a little regretful. And a little ashamed. And a lot of other things I don’t know,” Harry said, hanging his head.

"And physically?" Tierra asked with a smile. "What physical reactions do you have?" "Well, I feel my heart pounding, my head is throbbing a little, and I feel a little lost," Harry answered honestly.

“Very good, very good, then you can feel it,” Tiera said.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“Pain.” Tiera gently picked at her ear, then snapped her fingers as if it were a cliché. “Pain has many components: anger, sadness, and, as you said, shame and regret.”

"Remember this feeling, remember this anger, remember this shame, remember this pain, and then—"

Thiers stretched out his finger and gently touched Harry's forehead—

"Legilimency!"

"Ah!" Harry felt as if a sharp thorn had pierced his brain.

But the spike seemed to encounter some kind of obstacle, as if it had struck cotton. It was slightly blocked by the cotton, but it quickly pierced through the cotton and pierced into the deepest part of Harry's memory.

Just as the spike was about to touch Harry's soul, it mysteriously disappeared.

Harry was left sitting there, bewildered and panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

“Tierra, Tierra, what, what, what is this?” Harry asked.

“Remember how you felt, Harry!” Tyella suddenly moved closer, grabbed Harry’s shoulder and shook him. “Remember the feeling of that spike being blocked by cotton.”

Comrades, I'm sorry, I might have to take two days off tomorrow and the day after. Our research group is having a team-building activity this weekend; we'll be staying overnight and hiking for two days straight.
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(End of this chapter)