Chapter 601 Unforgettable Memories (please give me a monthly vote!)

Snape stared at Harry with an unfathomable expression.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He said coldly. "You know!" Harry was anxious and couldn't help but approach him. Snape waved his sleeves and almost hit Harry, but Snape didn't even look at it, turned around and left. Harry took a few quick steps and stopped him again.

Ron and Hermione quickly got stuck between them, and Harry and Snape glared at each other.

"But-Professor Snape, we will not give up." Hermione spoke at this time, and she said in a deliberately flattering tone, "In order to avoid other people seeing it, it is better to change places..."

Snape, Harry and Ron looked in the direction of her finger. There was an auditorium, and a group of students rushed out of the door happily, chatting, pushing, and chatting enthusiastically.

The exam is over.

Simo Feinigan, who was walking in front, saw Harry and waved excitedly: "Hey! Harry, are you okay?"

Several people in the hall silently retracted their gaze, "Professor?" Hermione asked happily.

"Follow me." Snape said angrily, he walked ahead, and Harry and the other two followed, and they followed the stairs in the hall to the bottom of the castle, and soon came to Snape's office.

"Bang!"

Snape closed the door heavily, and the light inside became dim. Hermione was about to speak- "Shut up, you silly girl!" Snape shouted loudly, and he suddenly turned to Harry. The speed was so fast that Harry thought he would twist his neck, "Do you know that brain closure surgery protects you?"

"I know," Harry said calmly, "I also know that whether it is President Dumbledore or Professor Hepp, they are working hard for Voldemort's downfall, just like my parents back then. But I am no longer the baby that needs protection fifteen years ago, I am now a warrior."

"And I," said Hermione.

"We are all warriors," Ron said hurriedly.

"Soldier," Snape repeated in a low voice, "Soldier?" His face suddenly twitched violently, and he shouted wildly: "What am I? A coward--"

"You are an undercover agent," said Harry, "that requires more tolerance and prudence, and also wisdom and courage to bless you. That's why we came to you and believe you can judge the situation in front of you."

A moment of silence—

Snape opened his mouth and said slowly in a husky voice: "What do you want to do?"

It's done! Harry suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and he quickly and clearly said his mind's calculations: "I have considered it seriously. I know that Professor Hayp taught me brain closure to prevent my thoughts from being spyed by Voldemort or being misled, but in fact, these few times I have seen Voldemort's thoughts--"

"That's because he doesn't know the connection between you, but now he knows it!" Snape interrupted him roughly.

"Yes," Harry echoed, "but have you ever thought about how this connection happened?" Snape suddenly opened his eyes wide, "I thought, sir. Every time it happened when I was particularly tired, my brain was unprepared, and Voldemort's mood fluctuations were large, I judged that two conditions must be met at the same time to temporarily connect our brains."

Snape slowly exhaled the air from his lungs.

"It's interesting guess," he said dryly, "What inspiration does this bring to you?"

"I can influence him in turn!" Harry said fiercely: "When he was duel with Principal Dumbledore! Think about it, he must have tried his best now, so he couldn't even maintain brain closure. If I could affect him slightly, it might change the result of the duel."

"Influence the Dark Lord? Potter, do you know what you are talking about? You may face the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard ever--"

"The most powerful?" Harry scoffed, "If he was to the standard of whether he was proficient in black magic, he would have a chance to get the title. But we are now discussing a completely different field, which is a contest of will."

Snape looked at him expressionlessly.

"Since you insist, Potter."

"—If I understand correctly, you want me to break into your brain in the roughest way, and tore the barrier that I finally accumulated with brain closure to pieces-"

He took out his wand from his pocket, pointed at Harry, and whispered: "This process will be very painful, like stirring your brain into a paste with a fire stick." Ron, who was begging him to swallow his saliva, "I believe you will beg me to let you go soon."

"It's just this level of pain," Harry said with a hard mouth, "I think I've experienced it many times."

"I'll wait and see," said Snape, "Then, take God and seek thoughts!"

Before Harry could react, the office in front of him disappeared, and pictures flashed quickly:

On his eleventh birthday, he drew a birthday cake on the beach alone; Quirrell took off his turban to his back, revealing Voldemort on the back of his head; he inserted the Gryffindor sword into the head of the snake; a hundred dementors rushed towards him on the bridge; he, Ron and Hermione were tied to the tombstone, listening to Voldemort's return speech; he recited the spell of the killing curse at the underground training ground of Black's old house; Ginny opened her eyes wide and approached him...

No, Harry resisted, and a force suddenly popped up in his mind. He pushed out according to this force, "Bang!" He came to his senses and saw Snape hitting the table. Harry was gasping for breath, and the blood vessels in his temples thrust.

Snape rubbed his back, his eyes flashed with dangerous light. Ron and Hermione, who were so angry that they didn't dare to breathe, were afraid that he would be angry and clenched the wand in their pockets. But Snape just said coldly: "It's great, the foundation is laid very firmly, and the counterattack is very beneficial. This means you have to suffer more-"

"Capture God and seek thoughts!"

This time the intensity was much higher than the last time. Harry clearly felt the pain of his brain being torn, and the counterattack took for granted-"What is this? Porter?" Snape shouted at him, pointing at a sparkling magic barrier in the air.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, he didn't want to do this, it was a completely subconscious reaction.

"Sorry?" Snape repeated in a flattering tone, and then said fiercely, "Drop the wand, Potter."

Harry was silent for two seconds, walked to the corner and handed his wand to Ron.

"Don't worry, Harry, if he wants to do something bad to you-" Ron blocked himself with Harry, preventing Snape from seeing him, and whispered to him.

"Don't interfere," said Harry.

"What--" Ron looked very shocked.

"Don't interfere. We have to succeed." Harry said, returning to his place and provocatively said to Snape. "You are still too cautious. Are you worried that I will get hurt? Don't worry, I've tried something more ruthless than this."

Snape's chest was fluctuating violently, obviously very angry. He glared at Harry fiercely, as if he would recite a evil spell in the next second. Harry smiled at him. Snape stopped talking nonsense and recited a mantra for the third time: "Snatch God and take chant!"

Pain! Severe pain! Harry covered his forehead and looked at Snape, trying not to let tears remain. He tried his best to mobilize the power brought by the brain closure technique and set up defense lines, but now he has lost his wand and can only fight Snape's invasion with perseverance. Soon, his defense quickly melted like a soap bubble in the sun. Harry tried his best to resist, but he could only watch his brain gradually lose its resistance and open to Snape...

Harry was forced to remember a longer-lasting memory - his life in the Dursley family was like an invisible man. The black dust, a cupboard covered with spider webs, a fat old clothes she wore for many years, a transparent eye socket with tape, was frightened by Aunt Maggie's dog and climbed into the tree, and was stuffed into the trash can by Dudley and his friends... No, it was even longer than these, he saw a green light, saw Voldemort, and saw his mother... Lily Porter, she was begging Voldemort to let her child go...

"No--!"

Someone shouted, like a wounded beast barking. Then Harry found himself in a novel world. Before he could react, scenes of memories came one after another:

It was Snape, who was younger than he was now, kneeling in the ruins, holding a woman in sorrow, sitting in the crib next to him with a lightning-shaped wound on his forehead;

Then the scene changes. On a desolate and cold mountaintop in the darkness, a conversation that may never be known to anyone-

"That-that prophecy...that prophecy...Trelawne..." Snape's face turned pale.

"Ah, yes, how much did you convey to Voldemort?"

The top of the mountain disappeared, this time in the principal's office.

"I thought... you would... make sure her... safe..."

"She and James mistakenly trusted others... Her son is still alive, his eyes are exactly the same as his mother. If you love Lily Evans, don't let her sacrifice in vain. Help me protect Lily's son."

"...Don't say it out, Dumbledore! Only you know and I know! You swear!"

It was still in the office, but obviously not the same day, and it was closer to the present time, because the conversation mentioned Professor Hepp. Dumbledore raised his right hand and said to Snape with an ugly face: "Felix is ​​still young, he doesn't understand - or he doesn't want to understand, and he has to pay the price to do anything... Don't worry, it can't kill me."

"But what about that child? When are you going to tell him that he is a Horcrux, and his only purpose of living is to die?"

"It's not the time," Dumbledore said sternly: "I made some preparations, but it was far from enough. I must not tell him now."

The office disappeared, and the new picture formed very slowly, so slow that Harry had time to think about the memory he had just seen. He was a Horcrux... destined to die... Then he found himself bathed in a soft sun, which seemed to be a quiet and appropriate afternoon, and the sun was dyed red. Harry stood on the edge of a playground with almost no one, and behind the bushes, a boy stood not far from him.

Harry almost thought it was a childhood that he had forgotten, because the boy looked very similar to him at first glance - his thin and thin body was forced to be worn in a fat, out of place, and his hair was black, long and messy.

But the next second Harry didn't think so. The boy secretly looked at the two little girls playing games. One of them - Harry looked at the surprisingly green almond eyes - she was holding a withered flower in her hand. The little girl spread her palms, and the flower regained its vitality and bloomed in her hands.

"Enough!"

A voice exploded in Harry's ears, and Harry was pushed away by a huge force and fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and found Snape arching his back, shaking his body a few times, and finally knelt on the ground, looking the same as Harry saw in his memory, but now there was nothing in his arms.

Snape and Harry gasped violently, staring at each other deeply, as if they were the first time they met each other.

Harry's mind was in a mess, and all kinds of information were entangled. The impact of the terrible truth he grabbed from Snape's memory was far more intense than the previous few times of the God-taking thoughts. Snape was the culprit who caused his unfortunate encounter. Snape's feelings for Lily, Snape's patron saint, and the conversation between Snape and Principal Dumbledore... He is a Horcrux and is destined to die.

He was a Horcrux. Harry glared at Snape, and everything made sense, his scar, his serpent accent, his unusual connection with Voldemort. Dumbledore knew, Professor Hepp...maybe also knew, but they said nothing.

That's why they treat themselves so favorably. Harry thought, self-deprecatingly, that people are always more tolerant of dead people.

"Harry, Harry! What's wrong with you?"

Harry looked up and looked at Ron and Hermione with empty eyes. Ron was looking at Snape hostilely, and he shouted: "What did he do to you? Harry, what did he do?"

Ha took a few deep breaths with all his might, trying to suppress all kinds of chaotic emotions. Now it is not the time to consider these things, so he must make a decision as soon as possible... but the effect is not obvious.

"Oh-please, there must be something useful-" Hermione kept rummaging through the beaded bag and took out all kinds of bottles and jars, but Harry stopped her.

"I--ah--I'm fine," he mumbled, his throat blocked.

Harry stared at the faces of the two, stood up slowly, and he looked at Snape who was slumped on the ground and said in a hoarse voice:

“Then——continue.”

"Surrent, continue?" Snape said slowly, his sanity seemed to be frozen by the cold floor, and he could not understand this simple sentence at all.

"Yes, you heard it right, Professor Snape, let's continue." Harry said almost coldly. He couldn't even understand why he could still remain sane. Maybe he wanted to see that person too much.

At this time, his scar suddenly hurt without any warning, and he was dragged into another person's perspective - Voldemort's perspective.

Harry looked at the other 'self' with jealousy.

He was waving a beautiful and deadly wand, showing off his will, how free! The powerful magic was released without any scruples, and the snake wooden wand made a pleasant whisper. At this moment, Voldemort was in great pleasure. He finally overwhelmed Dumbledore head-on for the first time and gained an absolute advantage.

"Your power has decayed too much, Dumbledore! You seem to have a trump card? But your body can no longer hold on!"

Voldemort hissing like a snake, his position constantly changing, and terrifying black flames condensed from the snake's wooden staff. Once the trees, rocks and soil in the valley were stained, they immediately turned into rotten ashes.

Dumbledore was breathing heavily, his eyes were half closed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat leaching from his wrinkled face.

His physical condition was as expected, sliding down to a low, which was fatal to Voldemort and was enough to arouse his greedy nature, but Dumbledore misjudged one thing-

Voldemort finally took the full control of the wand left by his ancestor Salazar Slytherin and exerted its full power.
To be continued...