Chapter 938 (1/2)

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”Stand up, Potter.”

The day after dreaming of Lockwood, Harry knelt on the floor of Snape's office, trying to wash his head.

He had just been forced to go through some memories of a long time ago, mostly of Dudley and his accomplices bullying him in primary school.

”The last memory,” snape said, ”what is that?”

”I don't know,” said Harry, standing up tired. He found it harder to separate memories from flashbacks under Snape's constant pressure. ”You mean my cousin's going to lock me up in the toilet?”

”No,” snape said softly, ”I mean a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room.”

”That, nothing.” Said Harry. Snape's eyes went straight into Harry's eyes. He once said that eye contact was very important for mind capture. Harry blinked and looked aside.

”How did that man and that room get in your head, Potter?” Snape asked.

”It -” Harry looked around, but didn't look at Snape. ”It's just a dream for me.”

”A dream?” Snape repeated. There was a silence, and Harry watched a dead frog float in some purple liquid.

”You know why we're here, don't you? Porter. ” Said Snape in a low, dangerous voice.

”Do you know why I gave up every night to do this boring job?”

”Yes.” Said Harry mechanically.

”Tell me why we're here, Potter.”

”Because I'm going to study brain sealing, Professor...” Harry said that now his eyes were fixed on a dead eel.

”Yes, Potter. As stupid as you are - ”

Harry turned back to look at Snape, hating.

”I thought you would make some progress after a month or two of study. How many other dreams have you had about mysterious people

”Only that one,” Harry lied.

”Maybe,” said Snape, his cold black eyes narrowing slightly, ”maybe you really enjoy these dreams, Potter. Maybe they make you feel a special - importance? ”

”No, they didn't,” said Harry, his jaw taut and his fingers clenched with the wand.

”Well then, Potter,” snape said coldly, ”since you are neither special nor important, you have nothing to do with what the mysterious man and his death eaters are saying.”