The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Courage has always been synonymous with Gryffindor House.

So as a member of Gryffindor, Harry felt that he did not lack this quality.

Especially after being encouraged by Link, Harry felt that his whole body was full of strength.

This made him think that he could continue to persevere, and he even had a feeling that he was really talented in Occlumency.

But when Link yelled the phrase "Legiliency" at him again, he quickly understood.

Those feelings I had before were all just illusions.

The spiritual defense he built with courage was useless at all.

Accompanied by a flash of white light, a light and shadow like a revolving lantern appeared in front of his eyes again.

The green light piercing the darkness like lightning...

Voldemort's shrill, maniacal laughter...

Cornelius Fudge snarled at him from the high platform of the courtroom...

...

Harry fell to the ground again.

He buried his face in his hands, and his brain hurt, as if someone was trying to pull it out of his skull.

This time, the laughter from John and others did not come to mind.

Link didn't ask about his condition, or encourage him.

Everyone just looked at him silently, waiting for him to choose to continue or give up.

Harry panted heavily, and it took a long time before he got up with difficulty and said:

"continue."

Link nodded expressionlessly, then raised his wand again:

"Legiliency."

Hum——

...

Once, again, again...

After doing it three more times in a row, Harry felt that his brain had started to go haywire.

He fell down on the floor of the emergency room, his scar hurt like a needle, but he kept laughing out loud.

He has realized it.

In fact, I don't have any talent in Occlumency at all.

In his previous praise and encouragement, Link actually hinted at how to simply practice that simple Occlumency technique.

That is to use strong emotions to break through the effect of Legilimency and chanting mantras.

Since this can be established, it means that as long as the emotion is strong enough, then using this strong emotion as a shield can also prevent the attack of legilimency.

Harry was a little embarrassed about that at first.

After all, he was already too embarrassed just to recall his fantasies about Qiu Zhang.

Use this emotion as a base to build brain defenses?

This is simply hovering on the verge of social death!

For this reason, he also changed his thinking, thinking that he was very smart, referring to the method of casting the Patronus Charm, and recalling the past pleasant memories to build defenses with positive energy emotions.

The subsequent consecutive failures are Chi Guoguo's proof to him that whether it is positive energy emotions or the kind of social death emotions that make him so embarrassed that he wants to commit suicide, the defense he has built is still as fragile as a layer of paper.

In fact, he couldn't even break through Link's Legilimency spell like he did in the first attempt.

Because his peripheral brain defenses are not worth mentioning at all.

This directly leads to Link flipping through his memories as simply as flipping through a book.

The result of allowing Link to gain full control is that as long as Link doesn't take the initiative to look through the deepest memories and deliberately stimulate Harry, then Harry will never be able to break free.

It's certainly a pretty bad experience.

At this point, Harry felt like he had lost most of his control over his body.

He could only keep shaking his index finger as agreed in advance, signaling Harry to continue practicing.

However, what greeted him was not a new round of torture, but Link's big warm and dry hands.

Link stepped forward to help Harry onto the bed, first poured a bottle of his usual tranquilizer for Harry, and said after Harry recovered slightly:

"You've reached your limit, Harry, let's end today."

Harry looked around, only to realize that the rest of the people had all left at some point.

Now there is only him and Link in the huge room of responsiveness.

Sensing Harry's suspicious gaze, Link naturally knew what he was thinking, and explained in a low voice:

"Your behavior in the next few times was really ugly. I think you probably didn't want so many people to see that kind of scene, so you drove them back first."

Feeling warm in his heart, Harry said gratefully:

"Thank you, Link."

"We are friends, and there is no need to say thank you between friends." Link nodded with a smile, "You don't have to be too discouraged, how can such magic as Occlumency be practiced in one night? Go back and try again. Try using the brain emptying method I taught you before. It doesn’t matter if you accidentally fall asleep, anyway, this method is very useful for increasing sleep quality.”

Harry nodded vigorously, and got off the bed with some difficulty to the floor.

Link stepped forward to support him and said:

"How about it, do you need me to take you back?"

"No, no, Link, I have troubled you enough today!" Harry hurriedly waved his hand, "Just let me go back by myself, anyway, I have recovered a lot now."

Link didn't force it, but stopped and watched Harry leave with a smile.

Harry turned his back and left the Room of Requirement, until the cold wind from the corridor outside poured into his open collar, which made him shiver.

However, he didn't fasten the collar immediately, but stretched it wider.

The hot air in the Room of Requirement made him dizzy, and he needed the cold air to stimulate him.

Pulling the neckline again and again, Harry smiled and turned his head to glance at the door of the Response Room, which had been restored to its wall.

In fact, before coming here, he originally planned to take this opportunity to ask Link about the evil black and white shadow in the dream.

But right now, he felt that all his original conjectures were just groundless delusion.

If people like Link are evil dark wizards, then the world is truly doomed.

You must know that many people he knows have performed far worse than Link.

How could I doubt Link just by relying on a certain influence?

Maybe Link just used those powers to fight Voldemort.

There's nothing wrong with that either.

After all, just like Link once said.

The knife is indeed the tool chosen by the murderer to commit crimes, but it is the murderer who is guilty, not the knife.

Knives can be used to kill people, and of course they can also be used for cooking, opening roads, felling, and even subduing murderers.

Bowing again gratefully towards the door, Harry tightened his neckline, turned and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

But just as he turned around, he unexpectedly found a black shadow slowly walking towards him in the dark corridor ahead.

Harry's days of D.A. training were not in vain.

Almost subconsciously, he took out his wand, held it high in front of him and shouted:

"Who's there!?"

Perhaps because he was frightened, his voice was so loud and harsh that even the troll on the tapestry who was beating the idiot Barnabas with a stick was taken aback.

It's just that the figure in the distance didn't seem to hear it, and just continued to move forward.

The tip of Harry's wand slowly glowed red, and he warned the other party several times again, but nothing changed.

Finally, Harry gritted his teeth and waved his wand anyway.

"Disarm you!"

A red light pierced the darkness and flew straight.

What surprised Harry was that, facing his full blow, the figure in the distance just waved his wand lightly, and the dazzling red light instantly disappeared into nothingness.

Harry, who had witnessed all this, couldn't believe his eyes.

However, after many days of training, he instinctively started accumulating energy for the next round of attacks.

But at this moment, a disgusting familiar voice came from the darkness:

"Harry Po~t! Attack the professor with a spell for no reason, Gryffindor will deduct 20 points!"

"Snape!"

Harry almost gritted his teeth and called out the name of the owner of the voice.

"Call me a professor," Snape finally came out of the darkness, and knocked Harry hard on the head, "Harry Potter, for being rude to the professor, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor !"

Hearing that Harry became even more angry, he jumped and shouted:

"It's not fair. You deliberately avoided scaring me. I did it in self-defense. You can't deduct my points!"

"Isn't it fair?" Snape repeated, leaning closer to Harry, "Indeed it's quite unfair that I overlooked the biggest mistake you made tonight, which was the night walk!

Mr. Porter, how many points do you think you should be deducted for your unprovoked night parade?

Perhaps, simply be expelled?

I believe that Professor Umbridge will support my decision. "

The angry look on Harry's face froze suddenly, and panic climbed into his heart, but quickly dissipated.

Resisting the palpitations, he stiffened his neck and said:

"I'm not traveling at night for no reason, I'm learning Occlumency!"

"Oh! Yes, that's Dumbledore's order, what a fair reason." Snape said, shaking his head, "However, I remember, Dumbledore's order is to let you follow me to learn the brain Occlumency? And if I hadn't been eliminated tonight, it seems like you never came to report to me? So... who did you learn Occlumency from?"

"Link!" Harry said firmly, "I learned from Link."

"Really? Mr. Foley is indeed very talented in Occlumency. After all, I taught him Occlumency. But why did you choose him? Do you think he is more accomplished in this area than I am?" Is it tall?"

Snape said in a strange way, although there was not much expression on his face, his eyes were extremely cold.

This is a clear sign of danger.

In a normal game, Harry should have the word 'danger' flashing above his head.

It's a pity that he has been dazzled by anger at this moment, he sneered, and said almost without any hesitation:

"Isn't this obvious? In my opinion, he is more suitable for the position of professor than you!"

As soon as this remark came out, Snape was extremely stunned for a moment, and then he took out his wand and laughed angrily:

"Not bad, not bad, then let me see the teaching results of Professor Link Foley! Legilimency!"

Snape's sudden attack, which didn't talk about martial arts, left Harry with no reaction time at all.

Harry felt something explode next to his ear, and then his entire vision went black.

This is a completely different experience from the previous Link training.

If you have to describe it.

Link's Legilimency is like a thin thread, slowly penetrating into the brain with a uniform strength and speed.

Undoubtedly, it is painful.

But the pain was still within Harry's tolerance limit.

On the other hand, Snape's Legilimency was like someone using an iron skewer to poke into the brain desperately!

Sometimes when there is a blockage, I will even pull some back and poke it down!

The intensity of this pain almost broke Harry's limit in an instant!

Only then did Harry finally understand.

It turned out that Link was training him just now, and he has been carefully retracting his strength to minimize his pain.

This made Harry more determined that Link was more suitable to be a professor than Snape.

It's just that Harry forgot one thing.

That is, Snape has invaded his brain at this moment, and Snape can completely perceive his thoughts.

Sure enough, the pain that made people almost fainted instantly rose to another level not long after this thought surfaced.

Under these waves of painful attacks, a green bonfire suddenly appeared before Harry's eyes.

The bonfire was burning quietly in the fireplace.

Harry could even feel the crackling and crackling of the campfire, and the heat from the flames.

Everything is so comfortable.

But suddenly, a skinny figure burst into the screen.

She put a few logs of firewood into the fireplace, and then carefully smiled flatteringly at 'Harry'.

This was a smiling face that could barely be called coquettish, but Harry felt his soul tremble the moment he saw this face.

Because, he just saw this face this morning!

"Bellatrix..."

Harry trembled and silently read the other person's name.

Immediately afterwards, the picture in front of Harry's eyes began to rotate.

One after another, eerie, yet extremely familiar faces appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

These Death Eaters gathered around a long dark table, and on the long table was an iron sign with a distorted M on it.

Coincidentally, Harry also knows this weird letter M.

He had seen such a sign when he was brought into the Ministry of Magic for trial.

At that time, the location where this pattern appeared was the entrance to the Department of Mysteries!

The picture in front of him was gradually collapsing, but a tsunami set off in Harry's heart.

A group of Death Eaters who just escaped from prison yesterday unexpectedly gathered together, studying the sandbox of the Department of Mysteries without stopping.

What the hell are they trying to do?