Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After hearing Snape's answer, the slender peephole of the door slowly closed, and then there was a sound of unlocking from the other side of the door.

About a minute later, the door to Bogginberg's Museum of Dark Arts opened from the inside, revealing Bogginbogg, who was standing behind the door a little thinly and with a stooped body.

"The Dark Lord is very dissatisfied with you, Snape." Although Bogginberg turned sideways to let Snape in, he frowned and said angrily, "Think about you today. What can you report? We are very suspicious of your loyalty."

Snape did not speak, but walked towards the depths of the Borkinbog Museum of Dark Arts with a cold face.

At dinner that night, Harry received a reply from Sirius.

The reply was simple. Sirius expressed his earnest concern for Harry's physical and mental health, and made an appointment with him to contact him through the Floo network in the Gryffindor common room at 7:30 tonight.

In addition to the letter, what was delivered with the letter was a small, boxy wooden box that looked like a music box. It was only the size of Harry's hand and looked very shabby, but to the touch it was unexpectedly smooth and shiny like metal.

Regarding this small box, Sirius did not say clearly what it was. He just said in a prank-like and joking tone in the letter that it was a very, very interesting little magic item that could prevent Snape from using the excuse of private lessons again. Harry's little magic item.

Soon the second private lesson with Snape came. Just like the first tutoring, there was no change in the second private lesson. It was still very bad, and there was no improvement or improvement in the long run. Seeing signs of improvement, on the contrary, Harry felt that his condition was getting worse——

It made Harry feel like he was back in fifth grade.

Before learning Occlumency or since the battle at the Ministry of Magic last semester, his scar no longer hurts, especially at night, and Harry no longer has inexplicable dreams or hears inexplicable sounds. .

But now the scar stung almost constantly, and he often felt bouts of annoyance or joy that had nothing to do with his actions at the time, always accompanied by the sharp pain of the scar.

Harry felt with horror that he was gradually turning into a kind of antenna, able to pick up the smallest fluctuations in Voldemort's emotions. He was certain that this increase in sensitivity began after he first learned Occlumency from Snape.

Moreover, he now has dreams almost every night, and they are inexplicable dreams that he cannot remember after waking up.

"Maybe it's a bit like being sick." After listening to Harry's confession, Hermione said with concern, "Well, it's just like a fever. It gets worse first and then gets better."

"It was Snape's tutoring that made it worse!" Harry asserted, and said frustratedly, "I had never felt this way before receiving Snape's tutoring. The scar hurt so much!"

"Then you have to work harder to learn Occlumency." Hermione comforted ineffectively.

"I'm trying! I'm trying!" Harry was furious for a moment, "You should give it a try. Snape will enter your mind almost every week, and occasionally twice. Three times, three times, this is not a happy thing!"

Maybe it's because Harry's progress is too slow, maybe Snape wants to torture Harry, and now Snape has used his weekly confinement world to teach Harry Occlumency——

Or maybe it would be more appropriate to torture Harry.

"Well Harry maybe..." Ron said hesitantly.

"Maybe what?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Maybe it's not Harry's fault that he can't turn off his brain." Ron said darkly.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I mean maybe Snape doesn't really want to help Harry..."

Both men glared at Ron, who looked at them meaningfully.

"Maybe." Ron whispered, "He actually wanted to open Harry's mind a little wider... to let the mysterious man-"

"Don't talk nonsense, Ron!" Hermione interrupted him angrily, "How many times have you doubted Snape, and which one was right? Dumbledore trusts him, he works for the Order of the Phoenix, that's enough , not to mention that even Tiera admitted that it was a good idea to have Snape teach Harry Occlumency."

"But I heard from my father that he used to be a Death Eater!" Ron argued stubbornly, "You know we've never seen evidence of his true transformation... And have you forgotten what Sirius once said? If a person is a Death Eater, he will remain a Death Eater for life!"

"Dumbledore trusts him and Tiera trusts him." Hermione insisted, "That's enough. If we don't even trust Dumbledore and Tiera, then we have no one to trust."

"I'm not saying that I don't trust Tiera and Dumbledore. What I mean is..." Ron said mysteriously, "Is there a possibility that Tiera and Dumbledore don't trust Snake at all?" Pu, or let's be more absolute, Tiera was sure that Snape couldn't be trusted, so she asked Snape to teach Harry Occlumency."

"What, what do you mean?" Harry and Hermione's heads couldn't turn around for a moment.

"I mean, is it possible that because Snape is not trustworthy, Tiera and Dumbledore asked Snape to teach Harry Brain Defense just so that Snape could help Voldemort better?" Open Harry's brain and then deliberately reveal some of the contents of Harry's brain to Voldemort?" Ron asked.

"Are they crazy? Why do they do this?" Hermione shouted hysterically.

"I mean, maybe what Dumbledore and Tiera told Harry would be some false news, or even what Harry saw through his eyes - like Tiera was too busy, Dumbledore They don't care much, they are all illusions, all to confuse Voldemort, all to pass a false message to Voldemort through Harry's mind." Ron said mysteriously, "The message conveyed in this way is more reliable. More able to confuse Voldemort——"

At the same time, Tiera, who was reading a newspaper in the principal's office, raised her head, sighed helplessly, then stretched out her right hand, rolled her right eye, and time began to flow back.

"Maybe." Ron whispered, "He actually wanted to open Harry's mind a little wider... to let the mysterious man-"

"Don't talk nonsense, Ron!" Hermione interrupted him angrily, "How many times have you doubted Snape, and which one was right? Dumbledore trusts him, he works for the Order of the Phoenix, that's enough , not to mention that even Tiera admitted that it was a good idea to have Snape teach Harry Occlumency."

"But I heard from my father that he used to be a Death Eater!" Ron argued stubbornly, "You know we've never seen evidence of his true transformation... And have you forgotten what Sirius once said? If a person is a Death Eater, he will remain a Death Eater for life!"

"Dumbledore trusts him and Tiera trusts him." Hermione insisted, "That's enough. If we don't even trust Dumbledore and Tiera, then we have no one to trust."

"I'm not saying I don't trust Tiera and Dumbledore. What I mean is..." Ron said mysteriously.

When Ron was about to tell his guess, he suddenly felt as if a veil had covered his thoughts.

One minute

Two minutes.

five minutes.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked angrily, "You'd better tell me quickly, Ron."

"Huh?" Ron was startled at first, then lowered his head in shame and whispered, "I, I forgot."

“The words were on my lips but I forgot.”