Chapter 601: Memories that have never been forgotten (please vote for me!)

Snape stared at Harry blankly, his expression unfathomable.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said coldly. "You know!" Harry was so anxious that he couldn't help but move forward. Snape waved his sleeves and almost hit Harry, but Snape didn't even look at him and turned around and walked away. Harry took a few quick steps and stopped him again.

Ron and Hermione quickly inserted themselves between them, and Harry and Snape glared at each other across the two of them.

"But - Professor Snape, we won't give up." At this time, Hermione spoke up, and she said in a deliberately flattering tone, "In order to avoid being seen by others, it's better to change places..."

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

The exam is over.

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

Several people in the hallway silently looked away, "Professor?" Hermione asked happily.

"Follow me." Snape said angrily. He walked in front, and Harry and the other two followed closely. They walked down the stairs in the hallway to the basement of the castle and soon came to Snape's office.

"Bang!"

Snape slammed the door shut, and the light in the room became dim. Hermione was about to speak-"Shut up, you silly girl!" Snape shouted loudly, and he suddenly turned to Harry, so fast that Harry almost thought he would twist his neck, "Do you know that brain occlusion is to protect you?"

"I know," Harry said calmly: "I also know that whether it is Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Hep, they are working hard for the downfall of Voldemort, just like my parents back then. It's just that I am no longer the baby who needed protection fifteen years ago. I am a warrior now."

"And me." Hermione said.

"We are all warriors." Ron said hurriedly.

"Warrior," Snape repeated in a low voice, "warrior?" His face suddenly twitched violently, and he shouted madly: "Then what am I? A coward--"

"You are undercover." Harry said, "That requires more forbearance and caution, as well as wisdom and courage. That's why we came to you, and we believe you can judge the situation at hand."

A moment of silence-

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

Done! Harry suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and he quickly and clearly expressed his thoughts: "I have seriously considered it. I know that Professor Hep taught me the brain-blocking technique to prevent my thoughts from being spied on or misled by Voldemort, but in fact, these times I saw Voldemort's thoughts--" "

That was because he didn't know the connection between you, but now he knows it!" Snape interrupted him rudely.

"That's right," Harry agreed, "but have you ever thought about how this connection happens?" Snape's eyes suddenly widened, "I have thought about it, sir. Every time it happens when I am particularly tired, my brain is not on guard, and Voldemort's mood fluctuates greatly. I judge that both conditions must be met at the same time, so it is possible to temporarily connect our brains."

Snape slowly exhaled the air in his lungs.

"Interesting guess," he said dryly, "What inspiration did this bring to you?"

"I can influence him in reverse!" Harry said fiercely, "When he is dueling with Headmaster Dumbledore! Think about it, he must be trying his best now, so he can't even maintain the brain block. If I can influence him a little, it may change the outcome of the duel."

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

The most powerful?" Harry sneered, "If we use the standard of whether he is proficient in dark magic, he does have a chance to get this title. But we are discussing a completely different field now. This is a contest of wills."

Snape looked at him expressionlessly.

"Since you insist, Potter."

"- If I understand correctly, you want me to break into your brain in the most brutal way and tear the barrier that you have worked so hard to build up with the brain occlusion technique-"

He took out his wand from his pocket, pointed it at Harry, and whispered: "This process will be very painful, just like using a fire poker to stir your brain into paste." Ron on the side couldn't help swallowing, "I believe it won't be long before you beg me to let you go."

"If it's just this level of pain," Harry touched the scar on his forehead and said stubbornly, "I think I've experienced it many times."

"I'll wait and see," said Snape. "Then, Legilimency!"

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 with his back to him, revealing Voldemort on the back of his head; he inserted the sword of Gryffindor into the basilisk's head; a hundred Dementors rushed towards him on the covered bridge; he, Ron and Hermione were tied to a tombstone, listening to Voldemort's return speech; he was in the underground training ground of Black's old house, chanting the Killing Curse; Ginny approached him with wide eyes...

No, Harry resisted in his heart, and suddenly a force jumped out of his mind. He followed this force and pushed hard, "Bang!" He came to his senses and saw Snape hit the table. Harry was gasping for breath, and the blood vessels on his temples were throbbing.

Snape rubbed his back, his eyes flashing with danger. Ron and Hermione, who dared not breathe, were afraid that he would get angry and secretly tightened their wands in their pockets. But Snape just said coldly: "Very good, the foundation is very solid, and the counterattack is very advantageous. This means you have to suffer more-"

"Legitimate Memory!"

This time the intensity was much higher than the last time. Harry clearly felt the pain of his brain being torn apart, and the counterattack came as a matter of course-"What is this? Potter?" Snape yelled at him, pointing at a shimmering magic barrier in the air.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered. He didn't want to do this either. It was a completely subconscious reaction.

"I'm sorry?" Snape repeated in a flattering tone, and then said fiercely, "Throw away your 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 used Harry to shield himself from Snape and whispered to him.

"Don't interfere." Harry said.

"What—" Ron looked shocked.

"Don't interfere. We have to succeed." Harry said. He returned to his original position and said to Snape provocatively, "You are still too cautious. Are you worried that I will get hurt? Don't worry, I have tried worse than this."

Snape's chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously very angry. He glared at Harry fiercely, as if he would recite a curse in the next second. Harry smiled at him. Snape stopped talking nonsense and recited the spell for the third time: "Legitimate Psychic!"

Pain! Severe pain! Harry covered his forehead and looked at Snape, trying not to let tears fall. He tried his best to mobilize the power brought to him by the brain block technique and set up a line of defense, but now he had lost his wand and could only rely on perseverance to resist Snape's invasion. 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 recall a more distant memory-his life like an invisible man in the Dursley family. Dark, spider-webbed cupboards, baggy old clothes he had been wearing for years, transparent eye sockets with tape, being scared by Aunt Marge's dog and climbing up a tree, being stuffed into a trash can by Dudley and his friends... No, it was even older than all of this, he saw a green light, saw Voldemort, saw his mother... Lily Potter, she was begging Voldemort to spare her child...

"No--!"

Someone shouted, like a wounded beast barking. Then Harry found himself in a strange world, and before he could react, a series of memories came to him:

it was Snape--he was younger than he is now--kneeling in the ruins, holding a woman in grief, and a baby sitting in a crib next to him, with a lightning-shaped wound on his forehead;

then the scene changed. On a desolate and cold mountaintop in the dark, a conversation that may never be known to anyone took place--

"That--that prophecy...that prophecy...Trelawney..." Snape's face was pale.

"Ah, yes, how much have you conveyed to Voldemort?"

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

"I thought... you would... keep her... safe..."

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

"...Don't tell anyone, Dumbledore! Only you and I know! You swear!"

It was still in the office, but obviously not the same day, closer to the present time, because Professor Happ was mentioned in the conversation. Dumbledore raised his right hand and said to Snape, who looked grim: "Felix is ​​still young. He doesn't understand - or doesn't want to understand that there is a price to pay for doing anything... Don't worry, it can't kill me."

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

"Not yet," Dumbledore said sternly: "I have made some preparations, but it is far from enough. You must not tell him now."

The office disappeared, and the new picture was formed very slowly, so slowly 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 sunlight. It seemed to be a quiet and suitable afternoon, and the sunlight was dyed rose red. Harry stood at the edge of an almost empty playground. Behind the bushes, not far from him stood a boy.

Harry almost thought that this was a forgotten childhood, because at first glance, the boy looked very similar to him - a skinny little body forced to wear baggy, unfashionable old clothes, with black hair, very 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 stared at the pair of strangely green almond eyes - she was holding a withered flower in her hand. The little girl spread her palms, and the flower came back to life 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 that Snape was hunched over, his body swayed a few times, and finally knelt on the ground. He looked the same as what Harry saw in his memory, but now there was nothing in his arms.

Snape and Harry panted violently and stared at each other deeply, as if they were meeting each other for the first time.

Harry's mind was in a mess, with all kinds of information tangled together. The shock of the terrible truth he had extracted from Snape's memory was far more intense than the previous Legilimency. Snape was the culprit for his misfortune. Snape's feelings for Lily, Snape's patronus, and the conversation between Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore... He was a Horcrux, destined to die. He

was a Horcrux. Harry stared at Snape. Everything made sense, his scar, his Parseltongue, his unusual connection with Voldemort. Dumbledore knew, Professor Hepple... might have known, too, but they said nothing.

That's why they treated him so well. Harry thought to himself with self-mockery that people were always more tolerant of the dead.

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

Harry raised his head and looked at Ron and Hermione with empty eyes. Ron was looking at Snape with hostility. He shouted, "What did he do to you? Harry, what did he do?"

Harry took several deep breaths, trying to suppress all kinds of chaotic emotions. Now was not the time to think about these things. He had to make a decision as soon as possible... but the effect was not obvious.

"Oh - please, there must be something that can come in handy -" Hermione kept rummaging in the beaded bag and took out various bottles and jars, but Harry stopped her.

"I - cough cough - I'm fine." He muttered, his throat was blocked.

Harry stared at the faces of the two people and slowly stood up. He looked at Snape who was slumped on the ground and said hoarsely:

"Then - continue."

"Continue, continue?" Snape said slowly, his reason 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 himself couldn't figure out why he could still maintain his sanity. Maybe he wanted to see that person too much.

At this moment, 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, unbridled and wanton, so free! Powerful magic was released without scruples, and the snakewood wand made pleasant hums, just like the mood of its owner at the moment. Voldemort was in a very good mood. He finally overwhelmed Dumbledore head-on for the first time and gained an absolute advantage.

"Your power has weakened too much, Dumbledore! You seem to have a trump card? But your body can't support it anymore!"

Voldemort hissed like a snake, changing his position constantly, and condensed terrifying black flames from his snakewood staff. Once the trees, rocks, and soil in the valley were touched, they immediately turned into rotten ashes.

Dumbledore breathed heavily, his eyes half closed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat soaked his wrinkled face.

His physical condition was just as he expected, accurately sliding to a trough, which was fatally tempting to Voldemort and enough to trigger his greedy nature, but Dumbledore misjudged one thing -

Voldemort finally completely controlled the wand left by his ancestor Salazar Slytherin and exerted its full power.

The power contributed by the old wand in his own hand was very limited.

As Voldemort said, he did have a trump card, but the process of revealing the trump card would take some time. He waved the old wand calmly - even with a hint of elegance, resisting the powerful spells that kept whistling from all directions.

But whether it was Voldemort or Harry hiding behind him, they could both find that the old man seemed to be really old and slow. The fatigue on his face was not fake, and his reaction was not as sensitive as his opponent. He seemed to be struggling in the face of the continuous attack.

Why didn't he summon Fawkes? Harry thought without emotion. He (and Voldemort) stared at Dumbledore and watched him fall into decline. Was it this man who caused everything now and changed their (their) fate forever?

He tried his best to make himself die.

At this moment, Harry and Voldemort's emotions seemed to overlap. He waved his snakewood staff, splitting a piece of the earth and cutting off a protruding rock wall. The huge magic power almost split the sunken valley in two, and the broken wood and soil were rolled up high. More evening light fell in from the crack of the valley. Voldemort (Harry) narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the staggering old man who seemed to fall.

He seemed so powerless, as if the most ordinary killing curse could kill him.

The snake face showed a grim smile. He was so excited that he was about to explode. His long-cherished wish - his mortal enemy fell before his eyes. What a wonderful feeling! He slowly raised his wand -

"Harry! Harry!" Ron and Hermione called this name in Hogwarts Castle. Just now, Harry suddenly stopped moving, and his eyes showed strong hatred.

"Don't disturb him!" Snape said as he got up from the ground.

"But -" Hermione looked at Snape helplessly, then at Harry, and made way. When Snape finally saw Harry's condition, he took a breath. Harry's green eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and the pupils gradually disappeared, turning into a pair of snake eyes.

"Harry! Wake up!" Ron shouted in his ear regardless of the consequences.

Harry ignored him and raised his right hand - although there was no wand in that hand, he still made a gesture to cast a spell. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione shook him desperately. They didn't know what happened exactly, but they knew that the current condition was extremely dangerous.

Harry's jaw opened and closed, and his lips moved.

Hundreds of kilometers away, someone who shared the same thoughts as him was doing the same action -

"Avada ken dawa!"

"Expecto Patronus!"

This part of the story will not be completed until tomorrow.