A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Wait a minute.” Harry seemed to have thought of something. “Why don’t you extract your memories?”

Before each training session, Professor Snape would extract his memories and place them in the Pensieve.

“Me?” Aaron couldn’t help but laugh. “Professor Snape did that because he was worried that something might happen when he was teaching you, and that you would be able to peek into his memories.”

But I don't need to go through that trouble. I've mastered the art of mind-sealing quite well, and with the hidden mind technique passed down in my family, that's double insurance.

"Occlumency?" Harry's eyes lit up. If there were other ways to avoid Voldemort spying on his mind, he could decisively give up Occlumency, since having his memories spied on was definitely not a good thing.

"Teaching this doesn't require accessing someone else's brain, right?"

“No need,” Aaron said thoughtfully. “The key to the Concealing Mind Technique is to shield your own mind, just like how you resisted the Imperius Curse.”

However, it is more advanced than the brain-sealing technique. In addition to defending against the enemy's absorption of divine thoughts, it can also counterattack to a certain extent.

If anyone dares to invade my mind, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget.

“I want to learn this?” Harry said immediately.

"I'm very sorry, I can't teach."

"why?"

"Do you even know what family tradition means?" Aaron retorted irritably. "This magic was created by one of my ancestors with painstaking effort. I can't just teach it to you because you want to learn it!"

The Potter family certainly has its own inherited magic, but…”

“But my parents died before they could pass it on to me,” Harry said bitterly.

Aaron shrugged, then flicked his wand. "Getting back to the point, are you ready?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Aaron smiled slightly and pointed his wand at Harry's head without any hesitation, "Absorb Mind."

Images flashed through Harry's mind like they were on fast-forward.

Aaron also saw these memories. He could sense Harry's resistance, but it was nothing to him. He easily found Harry's dream from last night.

He walked down a long corridor, entering a circular room, a room filled with ticking sounds and flickering lights... Finally, he came to a large room filled with shelves piled high with various dusty glass marbles. He hurried to his seat in the ninety-seventh row...

"what!"

Harry was breathing heavily, his shirt was damp with sweat, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"Isn't that enough?" Ron said worriedly.

“I can stop at any time, but Voldemort won’t be so merciful.”

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll stop when he can't take it anymore.

Half a minute later, Harry struggled to pick up his wand and said, "Expelliarmus."

A white light shot out from the tip of the wand, but was slapped away by Aaron and sent flying to the ceiling.

boom!

Harry fell off the chair, his gaze towards Aaron filled with resentment.

“I knew you’d look at me like that.” Aaron shrugged helplessly. “But I’ve actually been very respectful of you. I didn’t look at anything that involved your privacy.”

"Should I thank you?"

"Do as you please. Not every Mind Absorber is as polite as I am," Aaron said meaningfully. "Quidditch match, catching the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, that's a pretty good lie."

Harry blushed slightly, and before he could speak, Hermione glared at him angrily, "I told you you should have gone to Professor Snape to learn Occlumency."

"I...I'm already learning, aren't I?" Harry said awkwardly, then looked at Aaron, "You see? Do you know what that place is?"

“Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.” Aaron tapped his chin. “The room Voldemort went to should be where the prophecy orbs are kept. There are prophecies made by most of the prophets in the wizarding world. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be looking for a prophecy.”

Chapter 487 Son Pays for Father's Debts? A Sixteen-Foot Giant

"A prophecy?" A string of question marks flew across Harry's head. "Not a weapon?"

"Weapons?" Aaron chuckled. "Your imagination is quite rich. For wizards who are used to using wands, a powerful wand is the best weapon."

The Department of Mysteries wouldn't consider wands contraband, otherwise my great-uncle's wand shop would have closed down long ago.

Harry's lips twitched slightly, and he said with an awkward laugh, "I thought Voldemort was looking for a powerful weapon, like your gun."

"What kind of gun?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron glared at Harry, but made no attempt to hide anything; after all, once the trump card was revealed, it was no longer a trump card.

"A weapon passed down from an ancestor of the Gaius family, it is considered one of his proudest achievements."

"That...is it the kind of gun I'm thinking of?" Hermione asked with a strange expression, "A Muggle firearm?"

Aaron nodded, then stretched out his right hand, and a red magic circle appeared in mid-air. He took out a flintlock pistol from it.

Hermione and Ron looked at the exquisite pistol with a hint of admiration in their eyes; it was the first time they had ever seen such a beautiful gun.

Harry couldn't help but swallow hard. He had witnessed the power of this gun firsthand; even his strongest magic couldn't compare.

"This is a weapon?" Ron said incredulously. "I would believe you if you said it was a work of art."

“That is indeed a weapon,” Hermione rolled her eyes at him, “but it’s a Muggle weapon.”

"This gun is called the Other Shore Flower," Aaron proudly introduced. "Every part of it is made of rare materials, a product of alchemy, such as Niven, and magic circles."

Its base stats are slightly better than ordinary firearms, but its power will be further enhanced if infused with magic.

The more magic power injected, the stronger the power. With the addition of specially made bullets, it can effectively damage even fire dragons.

Most importantly, only its approved owner, which is me, can use it.

“Can I take a look?” Ron looked at Aaron expectantly.

"No, this is personal property." Aaron refused decisively, and put the spider lily back into his dressing space.

"But why would Voldemort need a prophecy?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't it have been better to spend that time finding a powerful wand?"

“You can’t say that. In some ways, the value of prophecy far exceeds your imagination,” Aaron said very seriously. “Let me give you a simple example. If the prophecy orb records the location of a powerful weapon, whoever obtains it will have invincible power.”

The three exchanged glances, finally understanding why Voldemort had gone to the Department of Mysteries.

“We need to find a way to notify Dumbledore,” Harry said seriously.

"Do you think he doesn't know?" Aaron retorted. "Where was Mr. Weasley injured?"

"Even if Dumbledore arranged for protection, it's not entirely foolproof. What if we could get our hands on the prophecy first..."

"You're worrying about things almost as much as Dumbledore," Aaron waved his hand impatiently. "Don't underestimate our headmaster. If you can think of these things, how could he not?"

“That’s right.” Hermione nodded in agreement. “Harry, don’t think about that right now. What you should be doing is learning Occlumency.”

Aaron shrugged and then helped Harry to a chair.

"Second training session, are you ready?"

"I..."

"Absorb divine thoughts."

Harry started shouting again, and everything in front of him vanished in an instant.

Professor Snape taught him Occlumency but had to leave midway... He lay in Snape's Pensieve, watching the wandering memories... His father, Sirius Black, amused himself by hanging Snape upside down in mid-air, while Gryffindor Prefect Remus Lupin, who should have stopped him, sat silently beside him...

"No, you can't look at this."

Harry fell again, kneeling on the ground in pain, and whispered mournfully, "How could you look at this?"

"Ha! Harry, do you think you have the right to say that to me?"

Harry was speechless. As someone who had been peeping into other people's memories, he certainly had no right to criticize others.

“Now I understand why Professor Snape disliked you so much.” Aaron clicked his tongue meaningfully. “The sins of the father are visited upon the son. The grievances you suffered in Potions class were not unjust.”

Harry gave a bitter smile. "I only recently figured it out myself."

"So you went to Sirius Black to find out who your father was?"

Harry nodded noncommittally. "Sirius and Professor Lupin both had very high opinions of him; they were just young and naive..."

"Hehe! That's a really good reason."

"Does a child's lack of understanding give them the right to hurt others?"

“Sirius and Lupin are also very regretful,” Harry said guiltily. “They both admitted that they made a mistake.”

“But they never apologized,” Aaron remarked. “No wonder the first thing Professor Snape did after meeting Sirius two years ago was to bring him to Azkaban.”

But these are their private matters, and have nothing to do with me.

"What did they do?" Ron asked curiously. "It seems to have something to do with Professor Snape?"

"You want to know?" Aaron looked at him with a half-smile. "Believe me, once you know this, I'll erase your memory first."

Ron gave a sullen laugh. "Never mind."

"Tch!" Aaron scoffed. "Harry, you tried to resist just now, but emptying your mind and emotions would have been more effective. It's best not to have too much emotional fluctuation."

“I tried my best.”

“I can feel it, but your efforts are not enough.”

This is Hogwarts, which can protect your mind to some extent, but once you leave, the environmental barriers will disappear, and Voldemort will have no difficulty reading your thoughts again.

"You mean Harry needs to learn Occlumency before the holidays?" Hermione asked.

“That’s what I mean.” Aaron tapped his wand. “Can we continue?”

“He needs rest,” Ron couldn’t help but say.

"He's been resting for three minutes already," Aaron said calmly, but when he met two angry gazes, he sighed helplessly, "I shouldn't have let you two come in the first place."

Take a ten-minute break, and I'll be looking forward to your performance in ten minutes.

Harry gave an awkward laugh and lay back in the chair, trying to relax as much as possible.

They trained several more times until curfew was approaching before they stopped.

Aaron wasn't too satisfied with Harry's learning progress; there was almost no improvement after a whole night. But that's how Occlumency works; unless Harry suddenly grasps the essentials, he can only improve step by step.

"I hope you don't have any more nightmares tonight."