After going to Umrich's office and writing sentences for three days straight, Harry's hand could no longer heal normally.

This time, Umrich asked him to write "I can't be presumptuous". The bloody words and the scar from last time looked ghastly.

"I think," Umrich approached him with an ugly smile on her face at the end of the last day of confinement. "This time, you should remember something, right, Mr. Potter?"

"Remember what?

Professor Umrich? "Harry looked at her fearlessly." Don't throw the lizard's heart on your head?

I told you I didn't mean it. "

"How dare you have evil thoughts about Snape? Next time, I'll throw the crocodile's heart at you!"

Harry thought angrily.

Umbridge seemed to want to get angry, but she took a deep breath, and the smile on her face became even sweeter.

"You seem to think you're very brave," Umrich said softly. "You always want to hinder my work.

I want to remind you, don't try to go against the Ministry of Magic, otherwise — "

She grabbed Harry's hand and dug her nails into the wound on the back of his hand. Harry screamed in pain and tried to shake her off, but she wouldn't let go. "You can try it. How long can this hand last? I have plenty of patience!"

Harry was in so much pain that he lost consciousness. The pain in his hand was almost nothing. The moment Umrich held his hand, the scar on Harry's forehead suddenly hurt. The pain was as if someone had chopped his head in half with an ax.

Umrich slowly let go of him, and the pain gradually subsided. Harry panted and gradually woke up.

"You can go now," Umrich said with a fake smile. "Have a good dream, Mr. Potter. Good night."

Harry stumbled out of Umrich's office. There was a faint doubt in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

At six o 'clock on Monday evening, Harry walked to Snape's office, but on the way, he met the Weisles twins.

"Hey, Harry!" George — or Fred — waved at him happily.

"Hey!

George, Fred!

Are you going to - "Harry was surprised to see that their robes were bulging a little, and that they looked a little like grotesque fireworks.

"Oh — if you can pretend you didn't see —"

"Even if you saw —"

"We believe you won't tell anyone —"

"Actually —"

"We're working for the new senior investigator —"

"We've prepared some small programs —"

Fred — or George winked at him.

"Where are you going, Harry?"

"Oh — I —" Harry had to lie. "I … have to go to the Magic Potion class."

"Ah … it must be very painful, right?"

"Well … it's … it's okay." Harry smiled embarrassedly.

In fact, it was more than okay, it was awesome!

After saying goodbye to the prankster twins, Weisles, Harry went to Snape's office.

When he opened the door, Harry saw Snape with his back facing him. He was using his magic wand to pull out a wisp of silver, liquid and gaseous thoughts from his temple and put it into a shallow stone basin on the table.

"Professor?" Harry walked over and looked at it curiously. "Isn't this the one in Dumbledore's office —"

"— the meditation basin." Snape pulled a long face as if he was impatient. But Harry knew that it was just a facade.

Snape glanced at Harry coldly, but still began to teach him with a serious face.

"Now you've mastered the trick of emptying your mind," Snape said in a low voice. "If you want to go further, you have to experience the feeling of searching other people's memories. This process can only be understood but not explained. You'll be more aware of the loopholes in your own mind when you invade other people's minds."

Harry was deep in thought and did not notice that Snape's eyes fell on the back of his hand from time to time.

"But … Sir, you mean I have to — try to use Mind Extraction on other people as much as possible?

That … that's not good, right? "

Who would want to open their minds for him to practice?

Harry imagined himself politely asking Ron or Neville, "Hey — can I enter your minds?"

They would probably think that he was really crazy.

"Put away your useless concerns," Snape said coldly, moving his eyes away from Harry's hand. "Next, you can use Mind Extraction on me. Remember, carefully experience the feeling."

"Re, really?

Sir? "Harry's eyes suddenly lit up.

Snape snorted and asked with a sneer, "What are you thinking?"

"No … Nothing, sir."

Snape did not need to look to know what the little troll was thinking. He sneered and said, "This is just to let you experience the feeling. Don't think about seeing anything. It's all in —" He pointed at the meditation basin with his chin. "In there."

Harry sighed in disappointment.

Snape put the meditation basin into the cabinet and carefully closed the glass door.

"Raise your wand." Snape turned around and stood two or three steps away from Harry. "Think about what I did before. Remember, your tone must be firm."

"Mind Extraction!"

Harry faced Snape and excitedly chanted the spell.

Snape's black eyes were blank for a moment. Harry entered Snape's brain without any hindrance, but of course, she could not see any useful memories — they were all locked in the cabinet by Snape.

Harry now felt very strange. The scene in front of her seemed to be divided into two layers. The Snape in front of her and the space in her mind seemed to overlap. Harry could not help but look at the Snape in front of her with fascination.

Snape, who had let down his guard, did not look cold at all. He stood in front of Harry with a serious look, and his eyes were pure. Harry could not help but want to hug him — and he really did.

Snape suddenly felt a warm body in his arms, and the hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Bo, Bo Te!"

Snape suddenly woke up and angrily opened her hands, but she was a little reluctant to break away from the warm feeling that seemed to be able to melt her heart.

"Go … Go away!"

"Hehehe …" After successfully taking advantage of Snape, Harry knew when to stop. He nimbly stepped back a few steps to prevent Snape from cursing him out of anger.

Snape stood rooted to the ground in a daze. Then, he quickly raised his head, gritted his teeth and roared angrily at him, "Damn Potter!

How dare you — "

"Professor!

Professor!

I was wrong … I was really wrong! "Harry hurriedly waved at him and smiled fawningly.

Snape's eyes fell uncontrollably on Harry's hands again.

"… What's going on?" Snape coughed, pretended to look away, and asked in the coldest tone.

"Ah?

Well … It's nothing. "Harry smiled and scratched his head." Professor Umrich punished me to write a sentence. It seems that the pen has some special spell. I asked Madam Pomfrey for some ointment, but it didn't seem to work … "

Snape pursed his lips and stared at him. Finally, he swung his robe angrily and went to the back of the workbench, making all kinds of glass bottles clanking. Harry curiously craned his neck to look.

In less than five minutes, Snape came out with a bowl. In the bowl was a black, steaming medicine.

He slammed the bowl on the desk, and the black medicine shook dangerously, almost spilling half of it.

"Come here, Potter." His tone was rough, but Harry did not care.

"For … for me to drink?" Harry looked at him in surprise and was about to pour it into his mouth.

Snape sighed helplessly and glared at him. He did not even want to say any more sarcastic words. After all, this little troll was shameless. "The Motra Rat's tentacle is sour juice. Put your hand in."