bacchusnovels Chapter 552 I Don't Want to Go to School Anymore
Chapter 552 I Don't Want to Go to School Anymore
Chapter 548 I Don't Want to Go to School Anymore
"You...you're serious? You're not lying to this old woman?"
Faced with the incoherent speech of Mrs. Longbottom, Sean waved his hand.
"I can only say that it depends on the situation. Please don't get too excited. I will do my best."
"Just do your best, just do your best—"
Mrs. Longbottom's emotions finally calmed down a little.
After all, if so many doctors and experts were helpless, how could a professor possibly solve the problem so easily?
But for some reason, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.
What if? What if Professor Phillips really could cure Alice and Frank?
Led by Mrs. Longbottom, the group entered the ward.
Looking at the two people sitting quietly in the corner, Sean sighed deeply.
What did war bring?
War only brings suffering to ordinary people, causing wives to lose their husbands, children to lose their parents, and mothers to lose their sons.
Those in power, however, have not changed much.
They continued to enjoy a life of luxury, and even after the war was lost, the guillotine of reckoning did not fall on their heads.
Avoiding war as much as possible is also what Sean wants to do:
Remove Voldemort, Fudge, and Dumbledore from power peacefully.
These three people are extremely unfriendly to the wizarding world.
The next step was simple: exchange the medicine for mental health issues from the system and feed it to Alice and Frank.
However, this process is closed.
Before treating the two people with the medicine, Sean asked the others to leave, citing the need to avoid too much external interference.
"You're saying Professor Phillips can really—"
Mrs. Longbottom looked at her grandson with worry, while Neville remained silent, staring blankly at the closed door.
"It can definitely be done," George said.
Fred chimed in, "There's nothing Professor Phillips can't do in this world."
Ron then quietly placed his hand on Neville's shoulder.
Ginny didn't speak, but looked worriedly in the direction of the ward.
A moment later, the door opened.
Sean waved for everyone to go inside.
As the people who knew Alice and Frank best, Mrs. Longbottom and Neville immediately noticed the changes in them.
A different aura. Her aura has changed.
"He, they—"
"The treatment was successful; they have regained some consciousness, but—due to the long duration of their injuries, the recovery process may take some time."
Yes.
The medicine used to treat this mental health issue wasn't immediately effective, and Sean deliberately diluted it to avoid further damaging their already depressed mental state.
"During this time, you need to spend a lot of time with them, and it would be best to talk to them about things that happened in the past."
"Remember to give them their medicine on time every morning."
"If everything goes smoothly, I think it will take about six months —"
Before Sean could finish speaking, tears were already streaming down Neville's face, while on the other side, Mrs. Longbottom was trembling as she tried to give Sean something—
"That's absolutely unacceptable; it's what I should do."
Sean handed the prepared potion to Neville, giving specific instructions on the dosage and some precautions.
Neville held the medicine close to his chest, treasuring it more than his own life.
"Professor, you are really amazing."
After leaving the ward and giving the Longbottom family time to reunite, Sean led several Weasleys out of the ward.
Throughout the journey, George and Fred kept praising him.
"Stop praising me—is there something you need my help with?"
Meanwhile, an uninvited guest arrived at Blake's old house.
"Severus, what brings you here?"
"I need to borrow Nymphadora, Harry, which I mentioned last time," Tonks said, glancing at Harry who was training. Harry nodded to her and then silently followed behind Snape, looking like a warrior preparing to go to his execution.
"Alright, Potter."
After leading Harry to an empty room, Snape gave Harry a rather disdainful look.
"You know I didn't want to teach you. But Dumbledore insisted on giving me this task, and I couldn't refuse. Perhaps that's the headmaster's power; power has always been a fascinating thing."
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After a barrage of criticism and complaints about Harry, Snape got down to business.
"I hope you can be a little smarter than you were in Potions class."
"Yes."
"What did you say? I didn't hear you."
"yes!"
"What? I'm still your teacher, why won't you call me 'sir' or 'professor'? Just because I teach you outside of school? You know I don't want to teach you, it's just that Dumbledore—"
To avoid hearing Snape's annoying nagging again, Harry quickly spoke up.
"Yes, Professor!"
Snape finally nodded in satisfaction.
Do you know what Occlumency is?
Harry tried hard to recall the conversation he had with Snape and Sirius in the room that day.
"Is it... is it a spell to prevent the mind from being invaded and affected by magic?" he asked uncertainly.
"Am I testing you, or are you testing me?"
Harry was immediately speechless.
"I'll say it again, and please listen carefully this time: Occlumency is a type of magic that uses the mind to counteract mind-stealing, effectively preventing mind-stealers from acquiring or influencing the thoughts and emotions of others—"
Harry would swear on Merlin's secondhand wand—
Snape definitely didn't say that that day.
But what can we do? When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Even though—this roof belonged to his godfather.
"Please repeat that, Potter."
"Brain-locking technique is a method of combating manipulation by closing off the mind—"
"What is Legilimency?" Harry suddenly asked.
Snape's gaze grew even more disdainful, or rather, contemptuous.
"That's extracting feelings and memories from another person's mind."
"So, Dumbledore had me learn Occlumency in order to—"
"That's right. The mysterious person is skilled in mind control and thought manipulation."
Is legitimation the same as mind reading?
"If only you could read minds—every teacher who has ever taught you knows that you never pay attention, it's like you leave your brain and heart in your dorm room during class."
Snape's tongue is getting more and more venomous.
"Besides, mind reading is a Muggle concept. Wizards don't actually read minds. The human heart isn't a book that can be read—"
No matter what Snape said, Harry didn't understand what he meant.
Seemingly realizing he was talking to a brick wall, Snape quickly stopped explaining.
"Never mind, you'll understand later."
"The human heart is the most complex thing in the world. Some people think one thing, but do something completely different. If someone in this world could truly read minds—I'm afraid ten Merlins wouldn't be a match for him."
"So, does the Mystic know what we're thinking right now?" Harry asked again.
"Raise your hand before asking a question, even if you're the only person in the room and you forgot to call me professor."
Harry had no choice but to raise his hand and repeat his question.
Being in a room with Snape wasn't as painful as being in a room with Umbridge, as it was with Hermione.
It's just that—their spirit has been endlessly tormented.
"If Mysterio could use Legilimency from this distance, he would have unified the wizarding world long ago, Potter."
"Then why should I learn Occlumency, Professor?"
Are you like a normal person?
Snape stared at him coldly.
"How can a normal person see Voldemort in their sleep? Why do you hold yourself to the standards of a normal person? Aren't you aware of your own uniqueness?"
The three deadly questions left Harry somewhat bewildered.
But while the words may be rough, the reasoning is sound; Snape's argument is so reasonable that Harry simply cannot refute it.
"Now, let's begin learning Occlumency. Take out your wand."
Harry pulled his wand from his waist.
But—the situation doesn't look good right now; Snape is pointing his wand at him.
"W-What are you going to do?"
"You can use a disarming charm, or any spell you've learned, to protect yourself. I'm going to enter your mind now and see how resilient you are."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Snape made his move.
Contrary to what Snape had said, Harry wasn't given a chance to resist. Fortunately, Harry had learned many similar lessons during Umbridge's training, and with a clumsy dodge, he narrowly escaped.
"Oh? It looks pretty good."
Snape raised an eyebrow and unleashed another Legilimency.
This time, Harry has no way to escape.
Like a revolving lantern, images from my earliest memories flashed through my mind.
Dudley — Dursley and his wife — Hagrid — Hogwarts — Professor Philip — Quirrell — Hermione and Ron — Lockhart —
So many people. It's so shameful.
No, I can't let Snape see this. This thought rose in my mind, and I concentrated—
The revolving lantern disappeared, and Snape reappeared before him.
"You saw everything?"
"Just some snippets."
Snape said expressionlessly.
"Who is that chubby boy?"
"Little Fatty?" Few people would agree with this nickname, but only one truly fits the description.
"Dali. Dudley Dursley."
"Very good, you have just successfully concentrated and used your brain to resist me."
"Then why do you want me to take out my wand?"
That's a stupid question.
At least when the question was raised, Snape only gave a cold laugh and didn't answer, which made him seem even more foolish.
Why else? Is it strange that Snape would do something like this? It would be strange if he didn't!
"Clear your mind, Potter, one more time!"
"Three, two—"
"6
Without another shout of "One," another Soul-Seizing Technique was unleashed.
The leaked memories take place in the third semester—Dementors—Lupin—Sophia.
"Who is that girl?"
Snape showed a rare expression of surprise when he saw Sophia in Harry's mind.
Why? — That girl was clearly dressed as a student.
But he had no memory of the girl in his mind—that shouldn't be the case—although there are many students at Hogwarts, and it's impossible for him to notice everyone—but that was someone who was with Harry, how could he not notice her?
Harry also realized who Snape was referring to.
"The person I fantasize about."
"Oh, really? As expected of the renowned savior, I haven't even taught you how to fabricate memories in your mind, and you've already learned—mind-stealing!"
Snape didn't believe Harry's explanation at all.
"No—" Harry tried to resist.
But it seems—it had no effect; Snape reviewed the memories of the fourth semester again.
"What should I do?"
"Ditch the emotions."
"I don't think I can do it."
"Then you can just wait to die."
Snape said with an embarrassed expression.
"Emotions are merely tools; one must control one's emotions, not be controlled by them. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you today. A person easily swayed by emotions often leaves themselves vulnerable. Only the weak do so."
"I am not weak."
"Oh, really? Legilimency!"
This time it's the memory of the fifth semester, up to a series of recent events.
"Wait a minute!" Harry suddenly called out.
"What's wrong?" Snape asked.
Harry remembered Arthur's dream from a while ago.
What's in the Department of Mysteries?
"What did you say?" Snape asked softly in return.
"So, what's in the Department of Mysteries, Professor?"
Why are you asking that?
"Because I just realized—I want Voldemort to go to the Department of Mysteries, I crave it."
"Don't say Voldemort's name!"
Snape suddenly became agitated.
"But—Professor Phillips and Professor Dumbledore both said their names."
"Dumbledore is amazing."
"Snape said somberly."
"As for Phillips being fearless—if you're as powerful as Dumbledore, or as fearless as Phillips, you can call him that name every day."
."
"So, I think the mysterious person went to the Department of Mysteries because he wanted to obtain something."
"nonsense!"
Snape stared at him coldly.
"If the mysterious man didn't go to the Department of Mysteries to get something, why did he go? For sightseeing? If the Department of Mysteries doesn't have anything, why would Arthur patrol there? Use your brain, Poe thinks you're the smartest person in the world."
7
Another series of criticisms followed.
"We'll continue training. Even though tomorrow is Christmas, I'll still come and coach you—until you've completely mastered Occlumency, and your mind is filled only with Occlumency, not with these clever ideas."
Harry felt very tired. Really tired.
"Don't you guys feel tired?"
Sean paused for a moment, looking at the Weasley twins who kept praising him.
"While I'm in a good mood, say what's on your mind."
George and Fred exchanged a glance.
"Professor—we don't want to go to school anymore. Umbridge isn't comfortable at school anyway. We want to open a shop. Report cards from the Ministry of Magic are useless to us."
"Could you please tell your mother—"