v2 Chapter 1047： Bad practice (2/2)

It’s really no good news. He was noisy yesterday and autumn. This morning, the Gryffindor team just lost the game. Now he has to go to Snape’s office to learn brain closure. This magic can only make He felt the pain, and Snape was once again inserted to make his body exhausted.

During this time, Harry and Voldemort have become more and more connected.

He saw too many things that shouldn't be seen and shouldn't be heard. He thought it was because Snape had tortured him more fatigued.

In those **** dreams, Harry knew that Voldemort had acquired new information from Lukewood about the important information of the Mystery Division.

He had worked there before, and from him, Voldemort knew how to get that thing.

In addition, Harry also knew Bode’s death.

Lucius Malfoy used the Soul of the Soul for him, hoping that he would get the prophet.

But he couldn't take it at all, because under the protection of ancient magic, only Harry and Voldemort could touch the prophecy.

In order to prevent Bod from revealing the secret, Malfoy finally killed him.

Voldemort finally knew that the prophecy was going to get the method, everything was ready, and now it’s a temptation to get Harry to get it.

Ai Wen was very satisfied with Harry's information, but Snape was not satisfied at all, very unhappy.

”Stand up, Potter,” Snape said.

Harry squatted on the ground in Snape's office, trying to empty his brain.

Just now, he was forced to revisit a string of childhood memories that he did not know he still stored, most of which was the humiliation of the Dalyan group in elementary school.

“What is the last memory?” Snape asked.

”I don't know!” said Harry. He stood up in fatigue and found it increasingly difficult to tell what Snape was constantly drawing. ”Is it my cousin who wants me to stand in the toilet?”

”No,” Snape whispered. ”It's a man lying in the middle of a dark room.”

”Nothing,” Harry said quickly.

Snape's black eyes saw Harry's eyes like a drill, and Harry remembered that eye contact was critical to the gods, and he blinked and removed his gaze.

”How could that person and the room come into your mind, Potter?” Snape said.

”That...” Harry avoided his gaze. ”That was just a dream I made.”

”A dream?” Snape said.

For a moment of silence, Harry stared at a dead frog in a purple liquid.

”Do you know what we are doing here, Potter?” Snape whispered fiercely. ”Do you know why I gave up my rest time to do this nasty job?”

”Know,” Harry said stiffly.

”Talk about what we are doing here, Potter.”

”Teach me brain closure.” Harry stared at a dead squid.

”Yes, Potter, even if you are stupid, I thought that after a long course, you should have made some progress, but you just told me that you have made a dream about the Dark Lord, how many such dreams? ”

Harry looked back at Snape, hated him, and then lied, ”Just this one!”