Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"Hermione, why aren't you under the Invisibility Cloak?"

"I'm going to bring some fruit tea with me. Don't worry, my Disillusionment Charm is pretty good... Come on, Harry, don't waste time. You have to go anyway!"

"Oh..." Harry sighed, and had no choice but to find the eighth floor with a hoarse voice.

When they arrived, the door of the Room of Requirement had appeared opposite the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas with a club. It was slightly open, and a dim light shone through.

Harry rubbed his trouser legs nervously, looked behind him to see no one was around, and pushed open the door.

It was still the small study where he and Vaughan often stayed when they practiced in the past, but everything that he usually felt warm and familiar with was cold today because of Snape standing in front of the fireplace, dressed in black and looking like a ghost.

Gudong!

Harry swallowed, deliberately opened the door wide, and gestured quietly behind him.

But his plan failed.

Snape turned his head, his dark eyes seeming to pierce Harry's body. He said in his signature accent, with a long tail sound: "Granger, Weasley, Longbottom - get out!"

"..."

Harry forced a smile: "No one, Professor..."

"I repeat, get out, and—close the door!"

The air was still for a moment.

Squeak!

Harry heard the sound of the door scraping against the ground, and he knew that his friends had finally surrendered. He felt even more sad and desperate.

Outside the door, Ron pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and cried out in fear, "It's over. I did it out of fear. Will Snape kill Harry in there?"

He seemed to have seen the scene where Harry turned into a mosaic.

Neville next to him was so scared that his teeth were chattering.

Only Hermione, after removing the Disillusionment Charm, stared at the fruit tea at her feet, looking thoughtful:

Guoguocha looked very anxious. It sniffed the air hard, as if it wanted to find something, but it didn't dare to leave Hermione's side - it also had to help Hermione deal with Mrs. Norris to prevent everyone from being caught on a night out.

boom!

The door closed behind him, and the sound, which was originally slight, sounded like thunder to Harry at this moment.

He felt as if his head had been hit by a giant monster with a club, numb and empty. Many thoughts came flooding in and then quickly swarmed away, as if there was no substance in his head that could sustain their existence.

Harry rubbed his trouser legs vigorously.

Snape, who had been staring at him coldly, gradually lowered his gaze and curled up his upper lip into a mocking smile: "The famous savior is also nervous. It seems that you are very self-aware and know that you are just a fool - I'm sorry, I shouldn't insult fools!"

This annoying irony finally brought Harry back to his senses.

He took a deep breath, knowing that he had to accept reality. Dumbledore arranged for Snape to teach him Occlumency, and he was powerless to resist.

But at least he could choose not to let Snape succeed.

This damn old bat, don't even think about reading his memory and thoughts!

Harry also couldn't let Snape know that he had discovered his "true face".

All the knowledge that Vaughn had taught him flowed through his mind. Harry desperately used the brain-occlumency technique to lock all his thoughts and memories tightly in a cold "shell".

That shell was made up of emptiness and distracting thoughts, and for more than a month, Harry had been able to maintain it while he was conscious.

But the intensity can never be increased. Once you fall asleep, it is easily relieved because your mind is relaxed.

Vaughn said that this was due to his lack of survival pressure. The safe environment affected his practice efficiency, and he did not have a set of subconscious defensive instincts in his mind.

Harry didn't quite understand the specific theories, he only knew that his sense of crisis and survival pressure must have reached its maximum!

Following Vaughn's instructions, Harry desperately built up his brain's defenses. However, the result of his extreme concentration was that the side effects arrived as expected, and his expression gradually grew cold.

"Begin, Snape...Professor!"

Watching Harry's transformation, Snape looked a little dazed, those cold, emerald eyes... how similar!

Just like the look in her eyes when she saw him again about 20 years ago, after he lost his mind and shouted "Mudblood" and left crying.

No more emotion...

His heart ached, and Snape subconsciously looked away, and then he saw Harry's face.

That damn face!

The pain turned into anger, burning uncontrollably!

He raised his wand and spoke the spell forcefully: "Legitimate!"

The powerful spell, carrying with it a tremendous amount of invisible magic power, slammed down hard.

This time, Harry really felt like he was hit on the head with a stick.

A powerful invisible force was violently attacking his brain occlumency.

The ocean of thoughts was in turmoil, and all the light in the room quickly faded away in Harry's eyes, leaving only endless darkness.

It wasn't that his eyes were injured, but that his brain was fully focused on defense and had no energy left to receive any more information from his senses.

The spiritual world, because of the attack from the outside world, this space that is not a physical existence, now shows all kinds of strange phenomena.

Lightning, strong winds, earthquakes... or many indescribable horrors.

These were all manifestations of Harry's fear. He didn't understand memory magic, so of course he couldn't see them. He just felt that he was very scared. The mental shock caused by the attack made him have a lot of distracting thoughts, and it became increasingly difficult to maintain the brain occlusion technique.

He finally understood what survival pressure was!

This was completely different from the feeling he had over the past few months when Vaughn had used Legilimency on him, but Harry knew that it wasn't because Vaughn was weak, but because he had no defense against Vaughn.

Moreover, Vaughn had never felt such deep hatred, disgust and malice towards him!

Harry, who was struggling to hold on, of course didn't notice that deep in his heart, a human-shaped mist ball quietly raised its head.

It watched the "psychic storm" that was brewing inside Harry.

The eyes, shining with light, recorded everything, and then waited for the person who placed it to take it out, read it, and analyze it...

……

Harry didn't know how he managed to hold on.

The mental defense he had built up with all his might was like a lonely boat drifting in a storm, on the verge of capsizing at any time under Snape's attack.

Time seemed to pass forever, and when Snape finally stopped his Legilimency, Harry found that his clothes were soaked and his whole body was covered with sticky sweat.

As the attack faded, the brain's defenses slowed down and vision became bright again.

He suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

Harry also noticed that Snape didn't seem to be at ease either. He secretly held his trembling hands - maintaining strong emotions was very exhausting. Muggles also had similar examples. When people were in extreme grief, they might even faint.

Harry couldn't help laughing, but he soon paid the price for his smugness.

"Potter—you seem quite pleased with yourself? Yes, you managed to defend yourself against Legilimency… Even though you couldn't move at all during the entire process and could only be slaughtered, this must have been a truly rare experience for a fool like you!"

"…I'm not complacent, Professor Snape!"

"Next time you tell a lie, pay attention to the smile on your lips. It looks really disgusting!"

"..."

Snape could always use his cold expression and vicious words to break down any young wizard, especially Harry.

He clenched his fists and barely managed to control the urge to punch. He knew he couldn't beat Snape, so he decided to be patient.

But for Snape, seeing his enemy's son being so tolerant, he would only become more aggressive to vent his frustration of having to raise his enemy's offspring!

He held his head high, and with that Malfoy-esque nostril-squinting manner that Harry hated so much, he said in a slow, drawling voice:

"Take a 20-minute break, then we'll continue!"

Harry's face turned pale immediately. He was exhausted and sweating so much that he was almost dehydrated.

If it happened again, he was worried whether he could really hold on!

He hurriedly shouted: "Professor Snape, 20 minutes is too short..."

Before he could finish, he heard Snape twirling his wrists and snorting coldly, "Ten minutes, Potter. Do you have any objections?"

hateful!

Harry finally understood that this old bat was willing to die with him in order to read his memory and thoughts and to humiliate him!

Harry also got angry and gritted his teeth: "No, Professor!"

"Very good. I hope you can show your potential as a savior next time. Honestly, your defense just now seemed only slightly better than the troll's to me."

"I feel the same way. Your attack is like Aunt Petunia tickling Cousin Dudley, afraid of piercing his delicate skin."

Snape's face darkened, and he spoke word by word: "...Very good, Potter! I want to see if your defense is really as hard as your mouth!"

Although he felt a little regretful, Harry would never give in. He retorted sharply: "I look forward to your performance, Professor!"

"..."

"..."

The two stopped talking, staring at each other without blinking, as if they were competing with each other in this area.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and as Snape raised his wand, Harry groaned.

The brutal confrontation started again.

"Tsk tsk, that's really interesting."

In the corner of the study, Vaughn was hiding and looking around with a smile.

The fight between Snape and Harry might be brutal on a mental level, but from his perspective, what they actually did was stare at each other stupidly, and then as the attack and defense paused, they would suddenly shudder, stop panting, and rest to recover their strength.

It's like performing a funny and perhaps even suggestive pantomime.

Neither of them was willing to admit defeat, so the pantomime continued in a way that made the onlookers laugh.

As the time goes.

After 60 minutes, Harry, as the defender, exhausted his physical strength in the first time. He desperately waved his soft hands and feet, trying to grab the back of the sofa or something else to support him from falling down.

Snape didn't care about maintaining his own character. He supported the fireplace with one hand, his face pale and sweating.