Chapter 271

Hermione was exceptionally bold today.

Even John was completely tamed by her.

By the time they returned to the castle, John was still feeling dizzy.

"No, seriously, what on earth did you two do in the secret base..."

When Titus and the other two saw John, they couldn't help but tease him.

Because John's hair was a mess right now, and there were several red marks on his neck.

"Ahem, kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

John could only cough lightly at this, indicating he had nothing to say.

Then he sat down beside them to eat dinner together.

"How was your day?"

John asked them in return.

"Not great, Hogsmeade is plastered with wanted posters everywhere, and the atmosphere isn't very good either."

Just like when Sirius escaped from prison the year before last, the Death Eaters who escaped this time were also wanted.

There was even a 1,000 Galleon reward for providing clues.

Isn't that much easier than participating in the Triwizard Tournament?

Of course, that's assuming you have the life to go and collect it.

It is worth mentioning that.

Because Harry had previously exposed the identities of Malfoy and several other Death Eaters, their children in school had once again been met with cold looks and isolation.

Of course, this situation wasn't exactly rare.

After all, Slytherin's reputation in school had never been good.

It was just more intense this time than before.

After that, the days at school were nothing special.

One could even say they were excessively dull.

Perhaps because of that explosive Quibbler article, the Death Eaters had all vanished without a trace.

Not to mention the Ministry of Magic, even the members of the Order of the Phoenix responsible for monitoring and tracking Death Eaters reported that there had been no movement from them lately.

Every single one of them was behaving so well it was unbelievable.

John and his friends were happy to have the peace and quiet to study hard.

At the spell training sessions, Harry also began teaching everyone new spells.

The Shield Charm and the Patronus Charm.

Both were defensive spells.

The former was the Armor Protection that could withstand most offensive spells and physical attacks.

The latter was the high-level Summon Protective Spirit that could dispel Dementors and resist the erosion of Dark Magic.

One could basically master the Shield Charm after practicing it a few times.

But the Patronus Charm was a completely different story.

Most people found it difficult even to concentrate on recalling happy memories.

They could barely summon a bit of mist-like Patronus.

And those who could summon a corporeal Patronus were few and far between.

For example, Hermione's Patronus was a silver otter, with a playful curl at the tip of its tail, as clever and agile as she was.

Though it wasn't as cool as my eagle, hehe.

Sunday afternoon.

It was time for the spell gathering to take place as usual.

Because Harry had to go practice Brain Sealing Technique with Professor Snape in the morning, it was scheduled for the afternoon.

However, for some reason today, the agreed-upon time had arrived, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Why hasn't Harry come yet?"

As the organizer of the gathering, Hermione frowned as she watched everyone wandering around the Room of Requirement with nothing to do, while Harry had not appeared.

"Don't know, could he have been kept late by Professor Snape?"

John sat beside Hermione, playing with her hair, and said nonchalantly.

Hermione slapped his hand away.

"Stop playing, come with me to find him."

"... Oh."

John rubbed the back of his hand that had been slapped red, and replied in a wronged tone.

The two of them left the Room of Requirement together and walked toward Professor Snape's workshop.

But just as they reached the first floor, before they could head down to the basement, John grabbed Hermione and pointed to a corridor on the first floor that connected to the garden.

"Look, over there."

Hermione looked in the direction John was pointing.

She saw Harry leaning against an arched window, staring at the ground in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.

This sight made Hermione and John exchange a glance, and they tacitly lightened their footsteps as they approached.

"Harry?"

Hermione called out softly and tentatively, and Harry snapped back to reality.

"Hermione... John, why are you..."

Harry turned to look at the two of them, first puzzled, then suddenly realized.

"Ah... am I... late?"

He hurriedly stood up, frantically patting the non-existent dust off his robes.

"Yes, you're a whole hour late."

John nodded as if it were true, though it had only been ten minutes.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened, and he immediately panicked.

But John was immediately slapped by Hermione again.

"No, it's only been ten minutes."

"You're the one, why are you sitting here alone in a daze?"

After Hermione disciplined the mischievous John, she looked at Harry with concern and asked.

"Could it be that you've connected to Voldemort's thoughts again?"

Harry's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he shook his head.

"No."

"It's just... when I was practicing Brain Sealing Technique with Snape, I accidentally reverse-invaded Snape's memories..."

Harry lowered his head and said slowly.

Soul Capture Technique invading someone else's thoughts and memories is essentially opening a channel for a mental connection.

It's like opening a door; you can enter someone else's brain, and others can also enter yours.

In such relative situations, the spellcaster is usually the absolute superior, able to forcibly open that door and enter your brain.

But occasionally accidents happen; when opening the door, instead of invading the other party, one gets their own brain invaded by the other party.

Clearly, that was exactly what had just happened to Harry.

"Then... I saw Snape's past memories, and in his memories, I saw my parents..."

John and Hermione were both stunned.

Come to think of it, Harry's parents and Snape were in the same year during their student days.

Could it be that there was some explosive story in those memories?

Harry shook his head and didn't continue.

"Sorry, pretend I didn't say anything, let's hurry back."

No!

Keep talking!

I'm so curious!

Seeing Harry stop halfway through, John was so anxious he wanted to pounce on him and shake his shoulders.

But he was grabbed by Hermione.

She believed that if Harry didn't want to talk about it, his privacy should be respected.

Afterward, the three of them returned to the Room of Requirement together and began today's training.

Harry was absent-minded the whole time, only letting everyone review the previous spells.

Even when Ron went up to show concern, Harry didn't explain the reason.

It seemed he really had seen something incredible in Snape's memories.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even share it with Ron.

Damn it, so curious.

But since the person didn't want to talk, there was nothing he could do.