Chapter 92: Using Legilimency on Professor Snape
"A week, and this is all you've learned? Continue! Increase your magical output!"
Professor Snape's voice echoed.
Dylan blinked.
At this moment, he was hungrily flipping through Professor Snape's memories.
In the first person, he saw himself as Professor Snape, experiencing the seemingly soul-infused explanations of a potions master.
These were extremely valuable, firsthand insights from a master!
Even Professor Snape's usual hands-on teaching of potion brewing couldn't compare to this experience!
Quickly scrolling through Professor Snape's memories, Dylan couldn't help but marvel.
No wonder Professor Snape could become Voldemort's confidant. His Occlumency had been honed to an incredible degree.
Even though Voldemort's use of Legilimency was also at a high level, he mainly used the Imperius Curse for his usual purposes.
Even if Voldemort could cast Legilimency without an incantation, still...
Dylan couldn't help but imagine Voldemort, occasionally in a fit of curiosity, casting Legilimency on Professor Snape.
The result? A quick scan and flip through memories that showed nothing but how loyal, trusting, and admiring this subordinate was towards him.
Besides that, it was all about brewing potions.
There was no hint of any rebellion, not even a thought.
One had to ask, after seeing such memories, who wouldn't be moved by their subordinate's loyalty and wholeheartedly believe in them?
Probably even Voldemort couldn't avoid it!
Just then, Dylan was watching Professor Snape brew the Draught of Peace.
Which was the Draught of Living Death that Professor Snape had asked him about last week.
This potion was a very potent sleeping draught that would put the drinker into a deep sleep, as if they were dead.
In this deep hypnotic state, the drinker might even see the person they most wanted to see deep in their heart.
Dylan raised an eyebrow. He hadn't brewed this potion much before, so this was a good opportunity to see Professor Snape's technique.
Therefore, he followed Professor Snape's words and increased the magical power he was using for Legilimency.
The result...
"Hmm? What's this?"
Dylan felt as if he had suddenly glimpsed some involuntary associations arising from Professor Snape brewing the Draught of Living Death.
"That's..."
Dylan focused his eyes and saw a woman with a head of deep red hair appearing before him.
"Harry's mum?"
Dylan not only saw Lily, whom Professor Snape yearned for day and night, but as the scene changed, the faces of Harry's dad, Sirius, and others also flashed by.
Finally, the scene settled on Harry.
Dylan paused.
Although his Legilimency was only at level seven, in essence, level seven was already enough to unlock the spell refinement task.
So, this level of proficiency wasn't low.
Of course, for Professor Snape, it was naturally not enough.
However, it was precisely because Professor Snape thought Dylan's Legilimency was not strong enough that he underestimated him.
Perhaps he hadn't expected that Dylan's Legilimens spell was only three levels of proficiency away from being maxed out.
This allowed Dylan to directly break through his defenses while brewing the potion and see his deeper thoughts.
In fact, Professor Snape couldn't be entirely blamed for this. Who would have thought that a young wizard would have such a high affinity for dark magic?
To learn Legilimency to level seven in just one week!
And also master the full level of the Imperius Curse!
This magic, if not completely the same as Legilimency, had its similarities.
The Imperius Curse's intrusion and plundering of consciousness was on a higher level than Legilimency.
Not to mention that even mastering a full-level spell didn't make one invincible.
Even if Professor Snape had researched the Legilimency spell to an extremely advanced level, even beyond the full level, everyone had weaknesses and would have loopholes due to any situation that occurred at the moment.
Just like how, even though he had mastered the full-level Imperius Curse, he still had to cast so many Imperius Curses to deal with a yolk wrapped in a magic-infused dragon egg.
The targeted changes between individuals were different.
Therefore, even if Professor Snape could defend against Dylan's Legilimency, due to all the above reasons,
Dylan unexpectedly broke through the thoughts that Professor Snape had deliberately constructed, using the Draught of Living Death as a trigger and loophole, and entered his deeper consciousness.
Dylan hadn't anticipated this situation either.
After all, Professor Snape, as a master of Legilimency, could defend against Voldemort's daily probing, so how could his mental defenses be broken by a mere young wizard?
But the fact was, this situation had already occurred.
—What should he do?
What else could he do but quickly stop using his magic?!
The moment Dylan saw Harry's mother and father, he further saw Professor Snape's darker and more unspeakable thoughts, all that romantic nonsense...
How could he dare to continue?
He immediately stopped using Legilimency!
And when Dylan truly sensed the thoughts deep within Professor Snape's heart with Legilimency, the latter immediately frowned and let out a muffled groan.
—That was the magical backlash after Occlumency was broken.
His already pale cheeks became even whiter, and he lowered his head with a headache, his long hair obscuring his expression.
Dylan swallowed hard, standing rooted to the spot, not daring to move.
—He was already considering whether to run away quickly now and seek the protection of Dumbledore.
What should he do?!
Compared to seeing the strange timetable on Professor Snape's desk last week, the current situation was clearly making him even more panicked!
Last time, Professor Snape could still make an excuse that it was a prank timetable made by a student in the house, and he hadn't changed a single word. But what about now?
He had directly窥探ed Professor Snape's absolutely true thoughts through magic!!
This time, Professor Snape had absolutely no excuse—
He would really be silenced, wouldn't he?!
Fortunately, he was Dylan, not Harry, who discovered the professor's feelings for his mother. The professor wouldn't be too embarrassed.
At most, it would be social suicide.
But unfortunately! He was Dylan, not Harry!!
No matter what happened to Harry, as Lily's son, Professor Snape wouldn't hurt him!
However! He was different!
He had absolutely no connection to Harry's mother!
It was over...
Should he strike first?
For a moment, the scene became eerily silent.
In Dylan's eyes, this abandoned classroom also became strangely gloomy and sinister, as if it were the place where he would be buried.
Dylan tentatively said, "Professor, just now, I only saw some of your potion brewing process. By Merlin's beard, your technique is truly advanced, I..."
"Shut up!!!"
Professor Snape suddenly roared, abruptly raising his head. His slightly neater hair fell, covering most of his face, revealing only those hawk-like eyes above his hooked nose, bursting with terrifying light through the gaps in his black hair.
"Get out, get out of here!!"
Professor Snape's voice was low and suppressed, echoing in the small, dilapidated classroom, making Dylan's eardrums ache.
But he didn't dare to stay in place any longer and immediately turned and ran out of the classroom.
How could he dare to stay any longer?!
Dylan had truly felt a tangible killing intent in Professor Snape's roar just now!
Only when he rushed out of the abandoned classroom and arrived in the Gryffindor common room did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Wiping a non-existent sweat from his brow, Dylan sighed softly.
"If only I hadn't let Professor Snape practice that spell with me!"
He knew all about the thing between Snape and Harry's mother, so he didn't need to look through the professor's memories to find out.
So the current situation was that although he had seen some scenes that weren't recorded in either the original books or the movies, it was completely not worth it!
What use were these things he knew?
Absolutely none!
On the contrary, it had directly worsened their relationship, letting Professor Snape know that he knew what he knew!
"Sigh—!" Dylan sighed again.
He was exasperated!
"It's not entirely my fault either. Is it wrong that I learn dark magic so quickly? If anyone's to blame, it should be Professor Snape himself! I was doing so well learning potions, why did he suddenly want me to increase my magical output and control?"
Honestly.
He didn't want to come, but the professor insisted he did. As a result, he came, and the professor was unhappy.
"My life is so hard~ Little Voldy, hurry up and teach your subordinate a lesson! Just because you're angry, you want to vent it on me? That won't do!"
Dylan had really been prepared to counter Professor Snape's spell just now.
No way around it, when a man's most vulnerable secret is exposed like that, who wouldn't be angry?
Fortunately, Professor Snape still had a sliver of reason left and let him go. Otherwise, a fierce battle would probably have been unavoidable!
"But even if I fought Professor Snape, I wouldn't necessarily lose—if I didn't want to live and directly used the Unforgivable Curses in front of him."
If he were only allowed to use other full-level spells, such as the Bat-Bogey Hex, the Rictusempra, or the everyday spells he learned from Professor Flitwick,
Fighting Professor Snape would probably be very difficult.
Just as an eleven-year-old, first-year wizard, his own magic power was far from being as strong as that of an adult wizard.
It wouldn't be enough to support him in a high-intensity duel with Professor Snape without using the Unforgivable Curses.
—Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten a headache after only casting a few dozen Unforgivable Curses.
This was still because he had mastered full-level dark magic, which greatly reduced the drain on his mental power when using them.
"Dylan? What's wrong? You look down. Shouldn't you be learning potion brewing with Professor Snape right now?"
At this moment, Hermione walked out of the dormitory, just stepping into the common room, and saw Dylan sitting on the sofa in a daze. She blinked and walked over.
Last night at dinner, Dylan had excitedly said that he was going to ask Professor Snape to study some very advanced things today.
Ron had even said that Dylan had never been scolded by Professor Snape and could receive Professor Snape's guidance every day, which was truly fortunate.
Why did he suddenly come back with a long face?
Could it be...
Hermione thought of a possibility, her eyes immediately lit up, and she walked a short distance from Dylan with a gossipy look. "Did Professor Snape dislike you?"
"Ah? No, no," Dylan was taken aback, then shook his head. "It's nothing much. It's just that when I was learning to brew potions with Professor Snape just now, I accidentally blew up the cauldron, and the professor was a little angry."
"Huh?" Hermione was stunned.
Blew... up the cauldron?
What was he brewing, a Thunder Egg?
"Then were you injured? What about Professor Snape? He wouldn't have been standing next to you when you blew up the cauldron and got his hair singed, would he? Is that why he sent you back?"
"No... nothing like that, no one was hurt."
—Maybe.
"Okay."
Hermione blinked and looked up at the entrance of the common room.
"Then I'll go to the library first. I need to return the books I borrowed last week and take out a new one."
"Okay, go ahead."
Dylan waved at her, saying goodbye absentmindedly.
Hermione stared at Dylan for a while. Seeing that he had no intention of continuing to talk to her and didn't plan to go to the library with her, she snorted and turned to leave on her own.
Dylan returned to the dormitory, feeling somewhat unsure how to face Professor Snape the next time they met.
It just seemed that the things he least wanted to happen had a higher probability of occurring.
Dylan ran into Professor Snape several times after class. He would lower his head and take a detour, trying to avoid the professor as much as possible.
However, no matter how hard he tried to avoid it, there was one thing he absolutely couldn't avoid.
—Potions class during the week!
By Friday.
While having breakfast in the Great Hall, Dylan was unusually absent-minded—he didn't even wake up early in the morning but forced himself to sleep until Ron and Harry woke up together.
This made him even more guilty than the last time he received a gift from Professor Snape but caused the professor to lose face at the teachers' table!
Dylan sighed and drank the porridge in his bowl in one gulp.
No matter what, he had to face what needed to be faced. Avoiding it was useless.
Looking at Dylan's slightly worried face, Ron scratched his head.
"Dylan, what's wrong?"
Hermione glanced at him. "He blew up Professor Snape last weekend."
"What?!" Ron's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief. "Are you serious? That's so exciting!"
Ron quickly turned his head, wanting to confirm with Dylan.
"..." Dylan's lips twitched, and he flatly denied it. "No, Hermione's joking with you."
He wouldn't admit to this in public.
What blowing up the cauldron? That was just his excuse.
"Oh! I thought you really did something like that, Dylan—I believe you could actually do it." Ron's straightened back slumped again, his face showing regret.
The three's conversation didn't attract Harry's attention. Dylan looked at him, paused, and couldn't help but ask, "Harry, what's wrong with you this time?"
"Looking all gloomy!" Ron added. "Did you blow up Professor Snape too?"
A direct New Year's greeting!
Wishing everyone—
Happy New Year, so lively, Snake Year blessings come to report.
Body strong, no worries, work smooth, step by step higher.
Wallet full, good luck, happy life embraces you.
Smile wide, carefree and happy, Snake Year good luck surrounds you!
(End of chapter)
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