Chapter 1232: This isn't true!!

Harry didn't want to tell anyone except Darren and the others about his dreams of Voldemort.

But unfortunately.

His mind wasn't as safe as it used to be.

When he was learning Occlumency at Snape's, Snape finally saw that scene.

When Harry fell to the ground, gasping for air, he said in an icy voice: "What did you see in that dark room?"

"Nothing!"

Harry said without thinking.

This attitude made Snape very angry.

He roared angrily: "Potter, I ask you, do you know why I teach you such lessons at night in addition to teaching, for what?"

"To close my mind."

"Yeah, yeah, but did you do it?"

"You didn't do it at all, you are still dreaming... perhaps, you just enjoy this feeling."

"Being able to perceive the Dark Lord's emotions, being able to see what the Dark Lord sees, clearly you are addicted!"

"I am not you, I am not a Death Eater!"

Harry roared loudly.

His words, spoken without thinking, left them silent for a long time. Finally, Snape sneered.

He pointed his wand at Harry and said: "Let's do it again!"

Darren was thrown to the ground by Voldemort.

Darren lay on the lawn covered in blood.

More than a hundred Dementors rushed toward him, that Patronus of the Azure Dragon passed through everything...

Harry suddenly realized.

In front of him, Snape's face holding a wand toward him gradually appeared.

He suddenly shouted loudly: "Expelliarmus!"

Snape's wand flew up. Then.

Harry saw a strange memory.

A strange man with a hooked nose like Snape's was roaring at a weak woman.

Snape with greasy hair was kneeling in front of Voldemort. The scene of Snape teaching Darren.

Snape put some eerie things into a potion...

"Enough!"

Snape roared with a pale face. Harry was kicked out of his memory.

He was also given a push by Snape.

He stumbled against the cabinet behind him, and a Pensieve shattered. There were silver-white things inside.

That was memory. Harry knew.

He had seen it twice at Dumbledore's.

Once was Darren's memory, once was Dumbledore's memory. But these didn't make him care too much.

He thought of the things Snape put in the potion bottle. There seemed to be poison in it.

And that potion, it really looked like the potion Snape asked them to bring to Darren before, Harry thought in horror.

Snape wanted to kill Darren.

But he wasn't sure if his thought was right. Because the potion bottles were all the same.

And he just felt that what Snape put in looked like poison, he couldn't even be sure.

"Reparo!"

Snape pretended to be calm and repaired the Pensieve.

He stood in front of Harry, looking at Harry's eyes, and smiled with satisfaction. One more time, and it would make Harry and Voldemort completely believe that he really had ill intentions toward Darren.

"One more time, how about it?"

Snape showed an ill-intentioned smile. Just like a big villain who wanted revenge.

Harry was terrified. He was full of fear.

He knew Snape must be trying to find a way to take revenge on him. After all, he had seen many things.

He wanted to say he was leaving.

But Snape had already raised his wand and said: "Legilimens!"

Harry walked slowly along a corridor.

He looked forward to pushing open a door.

He kept perceiving Voldemort's emotions...

Department of Mysteries, he was searching in the dim firelight...

"Potter!"

Snape threw away his wand. Harry looked at him in panic. Snape was extremely angry.

"You are still looking forward to this kind of..."

A woman's scream rang out.

Snape and Harry both pricked up their ears.

Snape suddenly said: "Potter, when you came down, did you see anything unusual?"

Harry hurriedly shook his head.

The woman's scream rang out again.

"I'll go out and see!"

Snape said. He went out carrying his wand.

Harry saw him leave, and he hurriedly took the opportunity to leave as well. The screaming was coming from the entrance hall.

Harry hurriedly walked over.

It was surrounded by people. Then he saw Trelawney standing in the entrance hall.

She was holding a wand in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. Two suitcases were thrown down.

But what made Trelawney most terrified was another piece of paper.

"No, this isn't true!"

"Did you not think you would be fired?"

Umbridge's voice reached Harry's ears.

"You can't even predict the weather... and it's so terrible, you should have had such an awareness long ago..."

Umbridge said triumphantly.

"This is my home, I have taught for sixteen years..."

Trelawney sat down on a large box, tears welling up from behind her lenses.

Harry saw Darren walk out from the crowd.

He tried to pull Darren, but there were too many people, and he couldn't squeeze out at all. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall also walked out, which made him feel much more relieved.

"Sibyll... don't cry... even if you are fired, you can still stay at school!"

Professor McGonagall said coldly.

Umbridge wanted to approach them, but Darren was already standing coldly in front of her with his wand.

He mocked: "You have no right to let Professor Trelawney get out, she is a professor appointed by Headmaster Dumbledore."

"No matter what, Headmaster Dumbledore is the headmaster of this school, you can fire Professor Trelawney, but you have no qualification to drive her out!"

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding...】

"Darren Potter, I'm afraid you have forgotten the punishment you received in my office, I will definitely make you remember it hard this time!"

Umbridge roared loudly. Darren's face didn't change at all.

He said in a voice full of Saint Father light: "I don't care, I don't mind, haven't you discovered it yet?"