Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Only when one side is completely exhausted will they shiver and stop, then gasp for breath.

The scene was hard to watch.

Even after finishing the practice, Harry did not relax at all. His fear and anxiety towards Snape made him unleash potential that he himself could not imagine.

On the morning of the 21st, Harry opened his eyes and subconsciously observed the environment he was in - this was a habit he had developed recently. He had not yet fully mastered the brain occlusion technique, which was always released after falling asleep due to the relaxation of his subconscious mind, and then triggered the punishment mechanism of the automatic response personality.

Harry almost forgot how many people or animals he had "transformed" into since the automatic response personality was implanted.

But to his surprise, he did not appear in some inexplicable place today.

What caught his eye was the familiar dormitory. On the right, Neville was lying on his bed with his arms and legs spread out, the memory ball in his hand emitting a scarlet light.

I don’t know what he forgot in his sleep.

Ron was sleeping on the left. He had put Scabbers in a cage and placed it at the head of the bed. The fat rat heard the noise, woke up with a yawn, and looked at Harry blankly.

Seeing Scabbers, Harry couldn't help but recall the feeling of it wriggling in his mouth last time...

vomit!

Harry turned his face away, forcing himself to forget the horrible scene, sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and then pinched himself hard.

The pain in my arm was very clear, it wasn't a dream.

Harry's first suspicion was that his automatic personality had failed. He dismissed this question immediately, as he clearly sensed that his thoughts were encased in some thin, yet incredibly clear, barrier.

It has no entity, but is a feeling, a faint coolness covering the brain. If you don't pay attention, you might even think it is an illusion.

"Is this... Occlumency?"

Harry muttered hesitantly.

He had never felt this cold feeling before, but Vaughn had told him that if one day he felt as if there was something extra in his brain, it would mean that he had completely mastered the art of Occlumency.

…Snape said the same thing!

Cold, cool, hot, empty...

Everyone's brain occlumency is different, it all depends on what "raw materials" you use to "build" the occlumency.

The raw materials can be false memories or emotions.

Harry wasn't too sure. Just as he was lost in thought, Ron, who was lying on the bed next to him, suddenly stood up, his face flushed, and shouted, "Professor McGonagall, I really can't eat anymore. I..."

His voice broke off abruptly, and he and Harry exchanged glances.

"Uh, Ron, are you dreaming?"

"……yes……"

Harry's eyes rolled, and he thought of something. Curiously, he said, "I remember Professor McGonagall asked you to clean the toilet yesterday. How come you dreamed of eating..."

Then Ron, with his face red with anger, rushed over and tore his mouth.

After some playing around, the two left the dormitory and went to the restaurant. When they found Hermione, Harry told his friend about the strange feeling and speculation in his head.

"Great!" Ron slapped his thigh. "Once you learn this, you won't have to look for that old bat anymore..."

His voice trailed off as Hermione stared at him intently.

Ron muttered indignantly, "Humph, you framed me in front of Professor McGonagall yesterday, and today you look like you're ready to eat me. You just said a few bad words about Snape, traitor!"

Harry and Ron always felt that Hermione was acting strangely lately.

Especially around Valentine's Day.

Everyone originally thought that Snape was the man in black robes, and even Hermione had come to a similar conclusion based on her own observations and speculations.

Even though she didn't want to believe it, she only took Harry and Ron's doubts with a grain of salt.

But for some reason, one day she suddenly started to defend Snape.

When the two asked her the reason, she refused to tell them and became very weird.

Of course, apart from that, she is still the know-it-all Miss they are familiar with.

For example, when it comes to homework.

Ron was stared at by Hermione and dared not speak. Harry was not spared either. He didn't even have time to be happy about having learned the brain-blocking technique. After breakfast, he was dragged to the library by Hermione.

Hermione, who was already a head taller than Harry, put a pile of books that were taller than her on the table, and then took out her notebook under the horrified gazes of the two men.

"Now that Harry has learned Occlumency, from now on, you have to review with me!"

Hermione said sternly.

That look made Ron think he saw Professor McGonagall.

That was the person Ron feared the most in the entire school. He only dared to imagine in his dreams that Professor McGonagall would invite him to dinner and praise him as a genius.

Ron stared at the pile of books in a daze. "Review? Are you crazy? It's only February..."

"It's the end of February, and March is almost here. There are only 2 weeks left until the end of the semester exams. June is exam month. Do you still want to wait until then to review?"

Hermione stood in front of the two of them with her hands on her hips. Against the backdrop of the pile of books next to her, her figure was so tall and majestic!

It made Harry and Ron's scalps tingle.

Even Harry couldn't help but complain: "Hermione, could you please stop changing the concept of time every time? There are still more than three months left. Even if you convert it into weeks, it won't make it shorter."

"Have you ever thought about Nicolas Flamel? He lived for over 600 years. Three months was just a blink of an eye for him..."

Ron interrupted her: "We are not Flamel, and we won't live to be over 600 years old."

"That's why we should cherish time even more—"

Hermione always managed to confuse Harry and Ron with her clever little brain. When they came to their senses again, they were already sitting at a table in the library. Not far away was Madam Pince, holding a feather duster and glaring at the young wizards.

No one dares to make noise or disrespect books in front of her, otherwise, the feather duster in her hand will teach you what etiquette is!

Harry and Ron had no choice but to bite the bullet and plunge into the task of flipping through the books.

Although they don't understand.

It’s okay if those two poor students have to review, but why does Hermione have to review too?

That afternoon, when Ron saw Hermione flipping through her notebook and writing down her plans with different colored markers, he finally couldn't help but ask her, "You obviously know everything. You can recite everything in the book with your eyes closed. Are these review plans really useful to you?"

Hermione sneered: "Ronald, if you were as smart as your brother, you would never say such arrogant words. Even Dumbledore doesn't dare to say that he knows everything!"

Ron's face flushed, of course not out of shame, but out of anger.

He felt that Hermione was becoming more and more like Vaughn, becoming just as mean, vicious, and poisonous.

At noon that day, when he and Harry took the opportunity of going to the men's toilet to run to the courtyard for some fresh air, he complained, "Silly little girl, don't think I don't know why she works so hard. It's because Vaughn is such a genius, and she feels the pressure... Just like those little girls in Ottery St. Catchpole when they were little, they flipped through the potion book desperately just to have something to talk to Vaughn about. So stupid!"

"I'm telling you, Harry, don't try to change yourself just to attract someone. Anyone who does that is a fool."

Because he met Qiu Zhang in the restaurant at noon, but they didn't talk. Harry, who was thinking about how to find out the other person's hobbies so that he could chat with him, blushed when he heard this.

Ron was still oblivious and continued talking: "Muggles call people like this 'Simps' (similar to the meaning of licking dogs). I don't know what it means exactly, but it's obviously not a good word... Harry, what are you looking at me for?"

Harry, who understood what the word meant, felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. He said dryly, "You know so well, was there a little girl you liked before, but she liked to play with Vaughn?"

Ron: "..."

The boat of friendship can capsize at any time.

However, for children of this age, temporary awkwardness is far from rising to the level of disagreement or hatred.

The next day, the two reconciled.

The reason was not only that neither of them took the awkwardness to heart, but also because the so-called "review" was no longer limited to Hermione's personal behavior.

The professors also seem to feel that it is time for students to step up their game!

There is no compulsory education at Hogwarts.

If you want to move from the first grade to the second grade, you need to pass the exam. If you fail, you will have to repeat the grade.

Therefore, starting from the 21st, professors of various subjects spontaneously assigned a large amount of homework.

Their contents covered all the knowledge points of the entire school year, as well as a large number of papers. Faced with a mountain of homework, Harry and Ron had to put aside their past grudges and work together for warmth.

"Merlin, when will days like this end?"

In the library, Ron, who had only persisted for half a day, felt like he was about to die, and fell on the desk with a low groan.

Across from him, Harry was sweating profusely as he flipped through a book.

He was looking for a plant called Dictamnus in "One Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi".

Although the name of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" sounds like a book on herbology, this book is actually a textbook on Potions. This afternoon, Snape had been sarcastically mocking Harry, saying that he would never understand what dittany was used for.

Said his thick, crowded skull was already full and definitely couldn't hold more.

So Harry swore that even if he died of exhaustion today, he would find the damn "Baixian"!

Ever since Snape knew that Harry had learned Occlumency, his temper became worse and his attitude towards Harry was even worse than before.

Harry didn't want to admit defeat to a guy like that.

Seeing Harry completely obsessed and Hermione buried in her notes, Ron looked at the sky outside the window a little bored.

Today's sky is still overcast and rainy with leaden clouds.

In the Scottish Highlands after the spring, there was so much rain that it seemed to pour down the surrounding sea. It seemed like the last time I saw the sun was a lifetime ago.

Since the beginning of spring, Ron had never seen Hagrid take off his heavy raincoat... Wait!

"Hagrid? Why are you here?"

Ron looked in amazement at Hagrid, who was at least 11 feet tall and dodging behind a row of bookshelves by the window, and couldn't help but shout out loud.

As soon as he shouted, Ron remembered that he was in the library and quickly covered his mouth.

Sure enough, Madam Pince quickly came running over, clutching a feather duster.

Those eyes, full of fighting spirit and oppression, swept around fiercely.

The trembling little wizards at the surrounding desks all pointed at Ron.

Afterwards, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Hagrid were all driven out by Madam Pince...

"I can't believe what's going on in your head all day, Ronald Weasley? I haven't finished my notes yet, and those books are hard to borrow. This time I had to beg Madam Pince to keep them for me, and you..."

Hermione, who was interrupted during her review, became furious and started scolding Ron.