People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 303 Transition
"You know, the [Dream Walking Technique] I exchanged is not the original one. When I arrive in the other world, I can only bring the wand with me at most."

"Since I can't carry the Book of Treasures with me, I think it might be more appropriate to use the Pensieve to show what I have gained in the Magic Fairy World."

"They can also plan a training plan for me based on this."

Harry then added.

"How about I go with you?" Lily said. As the spirit of the magic fairy weapon, she can go to the other world with you.

Extracting thought fibers, that is, memory, is not a simple spell.

Finding and extracting the corresponding memories in the sea of ​​memory is a great test of the wizard's spiritual cultivation.

This is not something that a wizard can achieve simply by having excellent talent and powerful magic.

"No, Mum." Harry was a little embarrassed.

He is in that world and has to accompany Ron and the others at night. His mother is in the magic fairy device. What is going on?

"Lily," Snape forced out a cold smile, "Don't let your mother's love blind you. He didn't inherit much of your good qualities."

"Arrogant and self-centered, always thinking that he is the smartest and not knowing the difference between the primary and secondary."

"Mr. Potter obviously has his own considerations. In his eyes, spending the night with his wives is the most important thing, isn't it?"

"Occlumency, the magic that prevents one's mind from being invaded and affected by magic, is obviously not accessible."

"Not to mention active and advanced mental spells like Legilimency."

"The method of retrieving memories is related to Legilimency?" Harry resisted the urge to punch Snape's big nose.

When Lily was just resurrected, Snape treated Harry with love, suppressed his nausea, held him in his arms, and asked about his well-being, taking care of him in every possible way, like a loving father.

It was a long time before Snape returned to his current practice of distinguishing Harry from Lily, after he realized that Lily didn't mind his harsh words to Harry.

But now Harry wanted to see Snape return to his original state, so that he could see Snape's funny look when he was unhappy with him but could only respond with nice words.

Snape seemed to sense Harry's flash of malice.

The big nose snorted coldly, "How stupid! What kind of magic is Legilimency? It is a magic that extracts feelings and memories from another person's mind. It is also necessary to extract one's own memories and feelings."

"Let me show you how," Snape shook his hands, took out a transparent crystal bottle from his robe, and pointed his wand at his temple, "[Leviticus]"

A few silvery, spider-web-like strands of thought clung to the wand, and then placed it in the crystal bottle, where it swirled into a silvery-white color that was neither gas nor liquid.

Lily on the side watched this scene with a smile. In her opinion, although Severus always spoke harshly to Harry, he really cared about him and taught him seriously.

"What kind of emotion does the spell require?" Harry asked. "I mean, just like Occlumency requires a sense of rejection of the outside world, of a sense of one's own secrets being forbidden. What about Legilimency? Voyeurism? The desire to read the secrets of others? Or a sense of self-examination?"

Snape raised an eyebrow, "It seems that you have inherited some of Lily's good qualities."

"Leviticus was not originally used to study other people's minds and make correct interpretations."

"It is a spell used to examine oneself and understand oneself."

"The human heart is a complex, multi-layered thing. Thoughts are not engraved in the brain and cannot be read by others. In most cases, even you yourself cannot understand what you are thinking at any given moment or second."

"This spell is made for that."

"Of course, you may have heard of some wizards who can read minds from birth."

"But that is a distortion of talent by a brain that is born ignorant and hungry for other brains full of information."

"This often results in these precocious people suffering from mental illness."

"This kind of magic can only be unaffected by the raging sea in the minds of others after one has fully understood oneself."

"Remember this, Potter. Legilimency's mind-reading is not reading, but connecting thoughts."

Hearing this, Harry nodded, "I know that. This is probably why my mother and I have such a strange relationship. Our powers are added together, achieving a multiplied effect."

Snape glared at Harry and said, "In short, either you are as cold-blooded and inhuman as the Dark Lord, or you are as wise as Dumbledore to analyze yourself."

"Otherwise, don't think that you can use it to read other people's minds as soon as you learn it."

"I see," Harry said without hesitation, "Self-examination. Introverted emotions. Yes, that's it."

Snape was about to continue mocking Harry's arrogance, but he saw Harry's emerald eyes glowing blue, "Are you hinting at the magic eye?"

He had also seen the power of this magic eye, which could concentrate the power of spells in its eyes and make it impossible to defend against.

But due to Harry Potter's incompetence, he can only use the suggestive function of the Magic Eye on others, not on himself.

The most important reason leading to its redemption - suggestion to oneself, the purpose of learning advanced spells cannot be achieved.

This resulted in Potter studying the art of brain occlumency in the world of spell cards for several months without being able to get started.

And now.
Combined with Harry's previous questions, Snape began to suspect that Harry had broken through the bottleneck and was able to suggest himself.

Is it because of the positive feedback from Lily redeeming [Magic Refining] three more times?
Sure enough, the next second, silver-white spider-web-like thought fibers followed Harry's fingertips out of his temple and were then torn apart by him.

The silver-like substance spread out in his palm, and a figure emerged from it, with black hair hanging in front of his eyes, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance, very beautiful, but what was striking was the haggardness emanating from his bones, "James, it must be you, James~"

Harry clenched his fist, and the figure and the sound disappeared, only silver embers appeared from between his fingers and dissipated into the air.

"I found the wrong memory. I'm not very skilled yet." Snape no longer had the heart to ridicule Harry. He showed undisguised disgust on his face. "This stupid dog, even a woman is so disgusting!"

If James Potter didn't like Lily, Snape actually hated Sirius Black the most among the four.

Then, Snape's eyes became empty again, "Since you are not proficient, practice a few more times."

"3pm, right? That's still 7 hours away."

On the other side, Furong and Krum, who did not return to the channel of the previous world, were not idle either.

In the hot desert, a golden pillar of fire shot up into the sky, the air twisted, and the surrounding sand crystallized, emitting colorful light under the scorching sun.

The greatest white wizard stood aside, staring intently at the center of the flames.

Fleur sat cross-legged with Fox hovering around her.

The golden flame in the center seemed like a projection of nothingness and did not affect them at all.

More surprising, though, was the sandy ground beneath Hibiscus that had been replaced by a field of grass, dancing in flames.

The breath of life spreads, bringing vitality to the barren sand.

The awakened fire power of the fairy magician, the interest in the "good" in magic, the awakening of the "true self", and the joining of Fox resonated with the magic fairy device, allowing Furong to touch the secret of unlocking it again, and the immortal vitality of the phoenix nirvana began to open the door to her.

And here in Krum, it is more like a dark wizard's laboratory.

A Krum was lying on a bloody stone platform, next to him were various magical creatures' tissues and a steaming cauldron.
Another Krum was mixed in with the dark-robed wizards, touching himself while he lay there, injecting all kinds of suspicious, turbid liquids, and carving all kinds of magic runes on his skin with a carving knife.
Among the three warriors, only Cedric was so carried away that he took Qiu Zhang, with whom he had reconciled, for a walk in the castle.

"You just relaxed like that?" Riddle was very dissatisfied with this. He said in the magic fairy device, "Harry Potter ran to the Slytherin Dean's office early in the morning. Krum and Fleur are no longer in the castle, but you..."

"You didn't notice that your girl was deliberately trying to make you relax and forget about the mission."

"You're not Harry Potter. Your [Path] won't lead to falling in love and becoming stronger. If you really want to have fun, go to the Magic Zoo. You can also bring your girlfriend along!"

Cedric looked gently at Qiu Zhang who was lying on the lawn, and replied in his heart, "I know. I know everything. She is deliberately taking revenge on me, delaying my training, and contributing to my failure."

"But so what? She is Qiu Zhang."

"If that's what she wants, so be it."

"We have achieved our wishes, haven't we? We are immortal, can travel through the world, and have access to new magic systems that others cannot. Most importantly, I have my own wife and a happy family."

"Even if I fail in the last trial, so what?"

"Harry, Krum, and Cho Zhang are all good people. Even if they win, their wishes will not have a bad impact on us."

Riddle: He just made peace with his fucking contractor, and he's a romantic! This is outrageous!

At 2:59 p.m., almost all wizards on Earth put down what they were doing and counted the seconds waiting for the screen that would appear in their hearts.

The flames died around Fleur and she stepped out of the bushes.

Krum took back the other body, his expression serious.

Cedric kissed Cho Zhang, Harry stretched, and then they disappeared in the castle.

In the spacious staff room, the charming Absie Dumbledore, the heroic Gutteral Grindelwald, the wizard Tom Riddle, and James Peverell appeared on the screen that suddenly appeared in the audience's mind.

This also means that Cedric and Harry have arrived in another world and appeared in front of a powerful figure in this world who can influence the entire wizarding world.

"Hello again." Grindelwald blinked.

"Congratulations on your wedding." Riddle, with a frosty face, forced a smile.

"Good afternoon." Dumbledore kept looking at his husband and didn't pay much attention to the appearance of the two.

"My 'son' finally showed up! Is the other Lily here?" James Peverell waved at Harry, then he winked at Harry, "Severus Snape, right? I heard you're a man? Then why is Lily still with me?"

"To be honest, if Siferus wasn't a woman, I really wouldn't have the confidence to win Lily's heart."

(Snape's face was bruised and he almost gasped.)
Harry: "Mum didn't come with me."

"Oh," Riddle raised his eyebrows, "What about the other me? It is said that he is a dark wizard who kills people all the time and firmly believes in the ridiculous pure-blood theory."

(In Azkaban, Bella's brain crashed. Because she had been using this handsome face as a spellcasting material for a long time, she had to follow Riddle's statement. However, her firm belief in the pure-blood theory and her loyalty to Voldemort made her want to raise silent opposition.)
Cedric, who no longer had any desire to win, was relaxed and answered nonchalantly, "My performance this time was worse than Harry's. The [Dream Walking] I exchanged was the cheapest version, which only brought strength and a body with complete senses."

"My magic fairy weapon spirit is not included."

(Qiu Zhang snorted coldly, but his eyes were red.)
(Amos Diggory hesitates, looking at Riddle, his now approved external brain. "Is my son playing hard to get?")
(When you are not in an advantageous position and are begging the other party, isn’t it a very improper attitude to behave like this?)
(Riddle, floating on Cedric's body, rubbed his forehead, "Don't ask me, ask your good son!")
("He has completely given up on winning now! Damn romantic!")
(Voldemort frowned as he came to the scientist he had kidnapped and asked about the progress of his physical cloning, "What's wrong with this kid?")
The people present were all smart people, so they naturally saw what Cedric's attitude represented.

"You gave up?" Riddle frowned. He was the first to ask, "Am I really that bad? That you would rather give up the victory?"

"That's not the case," Cedric shrugged, "The you I contracted only worshipped power and pursued immortality. He is not evil."

"On the contrary, he is very kind. He just didn't get a good education, grew up in an inappropriate place, and learned about Horcruxes."

(Riddle snorted coldly, but a hint of warmth flashed through his heart.)
(Because of the birth of the love potion, he, who was born unable to feel the meaning of love, unknowingly completed himself through the connection with Cedric's soul.)
(The [Image of My True Self] exchanged by Cedric is even more of a catalyst.)
(Perhaps he didn't even notice it, but he became childish, irritable, and began to care about Cedric.)
(Listening to Cedric's comments on Riddle, Dumbledore began to doubt his life. Could it be that there was once a hint of warmth in those cold brown eyes, but because of the split of the soul, this part was completely abandoned?)

(Voldemort also began to question himself. The split of his soul made him a little confused about his past. Could it be that he was really a good person?)

(End of this chapter)