Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 96 Soul Resonance
The candlelight was stirred by magic and trembled violently.

Emotions exploded in Damon's chest like a thunderclap in spring, stirring joy in every cell of his body.

Memories began to surface in his mind—starting from the letter he received from Hogwarts.

Owl, Professor, Wand, Cleanse Charm, Diagon Alley, Platform 9, Hogwarts
A flood of memories surged forth, and joy welled up from within, almost uncontrollable.

Just then, Snape's voice rang out from the side, like pages of paper trembling gently in the wind near my ear—

"Legilimens"

The next moment, Damon felt a 'touch' slowly probing into the edge of his consciousness, not a physical sensation, but as if his brain had been touched by something warm.

It wasn't plundering, nor was it a sudden tearing; rather, it was an extremely fine brush, as if soaked in water, trying to slide into his consciousness along the crack.

He heard Snape's voice—not from the outside world, but a whisper resounding directly in his mind:
"Do not resist me fiercely, but push me forward with your will, gently and firmly."

Damon focused his mind, suppressing the invading, ravenous magical energy within him—otherwise, his magical energy would erupt violently, frantically rejecting all foreign influences.
But at that very moment, the effect of the emotional amplification agent was completely unleashed.

Boundless ecstasy filled every inch of his body. His brain, nasal cavity, mouth opened, nostrils flared, and a golden storm swept through Damon's mental world. Countless images and sounds surged like rivers, and film rewound.

"Harry Potter! This is Harry Potter!"

"Magic! I can learn magic now!"

"hahahahahahahaha!"

Joyful laughter and shouts from the boys echoed through the clouds.

Even if only one percent of such ecstasy was revealed, it was enough to burn Snape, who was touched by it.

Memories of his entire first year flashed through Damon's mind. He clearly saw himself constantly learning, practicing, improving, and researching in the Room of Requirement. These joyful memories, even now, seem like they happened just yesterday.

"Damon."

He heard Snape's voice, a voice that seemed to tremble, struggling to maintain a certain restraint.

"Now, try to hide your emotions, any kind will do, deceive me with any emotion other than happiness."

Damon frowned—it wasn't easy. He was just too happy right now, and forcing himself to recall other emotions in his happiest moment was impossible. All he could think of now were the painful memories that preceded the happiness.

This is too difficult.

But he will do his best.

The scene shifts, and the vibrant, colorful world falls silent.

"Beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep."

The alarm clock rings.

The young man opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

Monotonous, dull. Just like his life.

The young man brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror with boredom—his eyes were lifeless, his expression neither painful nor happy, not even calm; it had no power, only numbness.

I feel numb to everything.

"call"

A scalding hot towel was placed on his face, and he breathed slowly, feeling the heat on his face—it would give him some energy to pass the time.

Sometimes, I long for a dramatic change in my life.

Before leaving, the young man glanced at the mirror on the wall and sighed silently.

In the cold-lit underground classroom, the two opened their eyes at the same time.
They all remained silent for a while. After what seemed like an eternity, Snape's voice broke the silence, a rare hint of gentleness in his tone.

"You did it wrong. You need to control your emotions, not change them. Your emotions suddenly switched from extreme happiness to frustration. Anyone can tell that there's something wrong with that."

You need to make appropriate changes, not destroy everything and recreate it.

He paused, then gave an example, "You seem to really enjoy everything at Hogwarts?"

"What I mean is, if practicing spells makes you happy, when you need to deceive others, you don't need to completely change that memory, but rather make certain modifications, such as having an enemy you have to defeat. In this way, your practice of spells becomes utilitarian."

You could add anger, pain, anxiety, worry—all sorts of emotions, instead of just this.

"I see."

Damon rubbed his temples, his expression somewhat unsteady. He didn't know how long the Legilimency process had taken, but he felt the effects of the drug had worn off.

Instead, I felt a weariness I hadn't felt in a long time; it started from the depths of my soul, reached my heart, and then affected my body.

"Do you feel very tired? This is normal, a side effect of the emotional amplification agent. You are emotionally overloaded."

Snape's voice was so gentle that it made Damon feel nauseous.

"That's enough for today. You're not suitable for having your memories read anymore. However, given your desire to improve, I have another method. Would you like to try it?"

"What is it?"

"The mind control technique is not me controlling you, but you controlling me—this way, you can learn a new, advanced spell and also switch perspectives to experience Occlumency."

"If you don't mind me seeing my memories, Professor, I'm fine with it."

"Want to see my memories?" Snape's face broke into a mocking smile again. "You're still far from it. No wonder, staying in a place like Gryffindor, your perspective is as narrow as a troll's."

He raised his wand. "Legilimens, the spell is Legilimens. I will guide you on your first spell. Follow my movements."

Damon then raised his wand.

The two tried to look at each other, their expressions remarkably calm.

"Legilimens"

"Legilimens"

They recited it at the same time.

A burning sensation surged through Damon's mind, and countless images flashed before his eyes.

The old house was dark and damp, with peeling paint on the walls and broken window frames.

The sounds of parents arguing, bottles shattering, and menacing shadows.

And a gloomy boy who was squatting against the wall with his legs wrapped around his waist.

He longed to leave this place and couldn't wait, but no matter what he thought, he had to wait until he was eleven years old.

Although he sometimes doubted whether he would live to see that time.
The scene, filled with dark and cold tones, always accompanied the boy, until that deep red shadow appeared.

Beneath the tangled branches of a large tree, a boy in an inexpensive suit bent down and plucked a blade of grass. By the time he presented it to her, the grass had transformed into a white dove.

Under the azure sky, young Snape and Lily Evans, a girl with deep red hair, exchange a knowing smile.

And so all the memories that followed became vivid.

(End of this chapter)