Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 719 Have you considered the wedding venue?

Legilimency, through the use of magic, extends the caster's senses into the mind of another, studying the complex layers of emotions, memories, and even thoughts based on the perceived feedback. While the academic community has not yet classified Legilimency as black magic, in the minds of most wizards, it is undoubtedly evil…

"When beginners practice mind control, they should not prejudge the target's head as a book or photo album. The brain and soul are the most mysterious parts of the human body. They cannot be opened to you by chanting spells and waving a wand, allowing you to browse at will..."

"The Legilimency technique is not the Pensieve, but more like a complete ritual. To initiate Legilimency, you must find a way to break down the other party's defenses. You may have had similar experiences. When facing a wise old man or a parent with a serious expression, you feel that their gaze is sharp, as if they can see through your thoughts. This is also a technique to make the other party doubt themselves, fluctuate in emotion, and reveal their flaws..."

"There's a saying in both the magical world and Muggle society: 'The eyes are the windows to the soul.' Generally, Legilimency casters choose to use eye contact as a medium, extending their magical perception through the other person's eyes into their brain..."

Harry held the teacup in both hands, listening intently, though his eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.

Many familiar faces flashed before my eyes, along with their striking eyes: Dumbledore's deep blue eyes were always profound, Professor Snape's black eyes were always cold and empty, Voldemort's vertical pupils were like those of a venomous snake ready to devour its prey...

Did Dumbledore use Legilimency on him?

He wasn't sure.

The two men behind him must have used it on him. Harry couldn't help but recall the memory of practicing Occlumency in the underground classroom. Professor Snape's gaze seemed to solidify, coldly drilling into his mind, and then those distant and embarrassing memories involuntarily surfaced.

During a practice session one day, an unexpected situation occurred. He used the Ironclad Charm to block Professor Snape's Legilimency. He seemed to have experienced that feeling before, his gaze following the magic into another dimension, those memories floating in the air like soap bubbles...

"So closing your eyes and spacing out won't get you anywhere. You should find a practice partner and try to enter the other person's mind."

Loren's voice pulled him back to reality: "Exploring the other person's mind is only the first step. With its complex and diverse emotions, vast and chaotic memories, and profound and weighty thoughts, no one knows what they will see. If you want to get the information you need, you must guide them..."

Harry then belatedly realized that his accidental intrusion into Professor Snape's mind to look through his parents' memories was probably just the professor guiding him, revealing information to him in another way.

After listening to Loren's lecture, Harry slowly came to his senses. He glanced at Loren in front of him, his eyes darting around as he recalled the feeling of manipulating Legilimency, and secretly extended his strange magic—

Then it fell apart.

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During that practice session, I accidentally manipulated the Legilimency magic. It was actually Professor Snape who secretly helped me, so my movements were light and natural, as simple as drinking water or eating. Now that I'm trying it myself, the magic dissipates as soon as it comes out of my eyes.

Harry felt a stinging discomfort in his eyes and immediately buried his head in his tea.

A faint blue light flickered in Loren's eyes. He subtly shifted his gaze, feigning indifference: "Practicing at the beginning is a bit tedious. Be patient, try more, practice more, and you'll get the hang of it. Also, I suggest you take off your glasses while practicing to facilitate the extension of your magic."

"Uh-huh!"

Harry was unaware that his roommate was an expert in Legilimency and Magical Perception, and had already seen through his trick. He didn't have any bad intentions; it was just that the lesson had reached this point, and Legilimency wasn't a dangerous spell, so he naturally wanted to give it a try.

Harry took off his glasses, his vision becoming blurry, but he didn't seem to care much. He blinked twice, preparing to try again.

He slowly manipulated his magic to shine through his eyes, peering at Loren in front of him. In the hazy light, he saw a flash of white light as his Legilimency magic probed into those somewhat bewildered eyes.

Drifting, invading, and spying—the subsequent actions encountered no obstacles, naturally probing into the mind as if there were no hindrances, twisting and drilling like a snake, seeping and permeating like flowing water…

Clumps of light and shadow floated around my senses.

"That was so relaxing."

Harry murmured, vaguely recalling Professor Snape's words: "This head is so empty, without any obstruction, that it could almost accommodate a hippogriff flying freely."

Getting it into someone's mind is only the first step; the next step is to guide it...

Harry raised an eyebrow and asked casually, "Just out of friendly curiosity, Loren, I have a question for you."

"Oh, tell me about it."

Loren, who was sitting opposite Harry holding a small hand mirror, responded. He flicked his pinky finger and gently tapped the handle of the mirror, casting a levitation charm on the mirror and letting it float in front of Harry's eyes. He then picked up his teacup and took small sips.

Harry suppressed his smugness and cleared his throat: "What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?"

"Hmm, let me think about it."

Loren's voice was intriguing, and just as Harry was filled with anticipation, he suddenly changed the subject, "So, Harry, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?"

"I need to think about it too."

This was just Harry's excuse to stall for time, because he could clearly feel the surrounding memories stirring, and some soap bubble-like mists of light were approaching him.

I'm sorry, Loren, I know it's wrong to do this, but I just couldn't resist my curiosity. I promise I'll only take a look.

Harry silently apologized in his heart, then probed the light and shadow with his senses, and the images flashed by quickly:

He was chased up a tree by the watchdog Lippi and didn't dare come down until late at night... He was called on to answer a question in his first Potions class but couldn't answer it... After Quidditch, he saw Cho Chang throwing himself into Cedric's arms... Ginny and he exchanged a shy glance until the girl couldn't stand it anymore, pressed him close to her lips, and then he backed away like an idiot.

"!!"

I thought I had forgotten these unbearable memories!

Harry jolted awake as if from a nightmare, instantly letting go of the tea and spilling it all over himself.

It seems the attempt to extract consciousness failed.

Harry hurriedly pulled at his handkerchief to wipe his pants and hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something flying past, gone in a flash. Turning his head, he only saw the person on the opposite chair sipping tea.

"What's wrong? Is the tea too hot?"

Harry's eyes darted around, feeling guilty for what he had done, and he didn't dare look him in the eye: "Um... um..."

Loren suppressed a laugh, held his teacup, and calmly said, "Harry, something suddenly came to mind while I was drinking my tea."

"What is it?" Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the topic change.

"Have you ever imagined what your future wedding will be like?"

"wedding?"

Harry was a little confused. "I don't know. Maybe it's similar to Sirius's wedding, or maybe Mrs. Weasley is organizing it. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask." Loren took another sip of his drink. "Have you ever thought about a modern wedding ceremony, held on an open lawn, with all your family and friends gathered together, and a big screen in front showing all the little moments you and Ginny have shared?"

"sounds good."

"Leave this part to me when the time comes."

"Thank you, Loren!" Harry was very touched.

"fine."

"Speaking of weddings, I wonder how Bill and Fleur's wedding preparations are going, and whether it will take place during this holiday season..."

……

Ancient Rune classroom.

Professor Babling's skirt trailed on the ground.

"Shh~"

The quill pen moved across the parchment.

The complex and obscure runic definitions are displayed on the answer line. The writing speed is fast, and there are more connecting strokes between the letters, but the handwriting is still neat and easy to recognize. When there are words with multiple meanings, the careful little witch will also add footnotes, which are detailed and thorough.

The difficulty of the advanced ancient runes course has increased significantly, and the exam difficulty has also increased accordingly. The question types have also changed. In the past, it was just a simple translation between runes and English. Now it has been upgraded to writing. The questions provide a theme and keywords, and candidates are required to write a short essay based on their own knowledge.

This test assesses the candidate's mastery of ancient runes, and also their understanding of the runic era.

Hermione stared at the keywords in the question, pondering quietly.

The number nine in Nehemiah not only represents numerical relationships but also the magical creature Hydra, and it also involves some concepts from classical philosophy. There is a lot to write about, but Hermione is a little worried about how to determine the level of detail.

Short essays have minimum word count requirements; writing too little or omitting words will result in point deductions. There are also maximum word count requirements; writing too much detail will be considered as failing to distinguish between primary and secondary points.

The main problem is that there isn't enough time.

I conceived a rough draft of the short essay in my mind, and after several revisions, more revisions, and more revisions... I recited it silently in my mind, barely compressing the word count to within the standard range, before I slowly exhaled.

Hermione lowered her head and continued with her work.

Two hours later, the bell rang to signal the end of the exam. Hermione put down her quill, quickly glanced through the exam paper, and found that no student information was missing, the answer numbers were not mixed up, and the paper was neat and free of ink splatters.

Make a note of the questions you're unsure about, and also write down your answers. Then double-check your test-taker information...

After several attempts, I finally handed in my paper.

Hermione felt completely relaxed. She packed her stationery, picked up her bag, said goodbye to Professor Babling, and then turned and walked out of the runic classroom.

"Hermione, wait a minute!"

Professor Babling, dressed in a crimson dress, quickened her pace, rapidly rolling up a stack of exam papers and casually stuffing them into her small, exquisite handbag without any obstruction, suggesting that they had been modified with a seamless stretching spell.

She strode out of the classroom and came to Hermione's side, walking shoulder to shoulder with her towards the stairwell: "I saw your test paper when I was proctoring, Hermione. You didn't translate two ambiguities in the translation question, and you made two verb usage errors in the grammar question. But this test was very difficult, so you should still be first in the class."

"Professor Babling—"

"Don't ask me what exactly went wrong, I can't remember either."

"..."

Professor Babling was delighted to see the girl's conflicted expression; she found it quite amusing to occasionally tease one of her top students.

Unlike ordinary professors and students, they had explored the pyramids together to find a way to break the blood curse on their family. In recent years, Hermione had been helping to manage the class as a teaching assistant, and Professor Babling was very close to this know-it-all.

"By the way, there's something I need your help with."

"I'm not going to grade your test papers."

"What are you thinking? I'm not that kind of irresponsible professor!" Professor Barbling showed a slightly displeased expression. "I wanted to ask you to pass on a message to your little boyfriend."

"What news?"

"I heard you're graduating soon, and the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center invited him to join us."

"The Egyptian Alchemy Research Center?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Don't think of it as some secluded magical castle. Alchemists are running all over the world, and the Weasleys' Trick Room has caused quite a stir. Protective suits and communicators are both breakthroughs in the field of alchemy..."

Professor Barbling paused for a moment, as if suddenly remembering something, and added with some puzzlement, "It is said that the Beauxbatons also had an intention. As Mr. Nicolas Flamel's alma mater, the Beauxbatons Board of Trustees has close ties with the Egyptian Alchemy Research Centre, and they were involved in this invitation."

Hermione nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"By the way, this is just my private information. The written letter will be sent out next year, and we'll discuss the specific tasks at that time."

"..."

I chatted with Professor Babling as we walked, and before we parted, I still hadn't asked her which questions I had gotten wrong. I sighed and headed towards the common room.

The plump woman had flushed cheeks and a vacant look in her eyes; a faint smell of ethanol could be detected if you got close.

In the first few weeks of the Christmas holidays, he vowed to quit drinking and even changed the password to the Portrait Cave. But less than half a year later, he was drinking the monk's wine again.

He's definitely developed an alcohol addiction.

I'll have to report this to Professor McGonagall when I have time, but never mind, that's Neville and Parvati's job.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Hermione lowered her head slightly and went into the portrait hole. All the exams were over, and there was still some time before dinner. Many young wizards gathered in the common room, and the sounds of their conversation and laughter were very noisy.

Walking to the window seat, I saw two figures gazing deeply into each other's eyes; they looked very familiar.

One is Harry without his glasses.

The other one wasn't Ginny, it was Ron.

The two sat facing each other, their faces very close, their reflections mirrored in each other's pupils. Their eyebrows were slightly furrowed, their eyes deep and focused, their expressions intense, as if they were locked in a deep gaze.

Hmm... not surprising at all.

Hermione quickly shook her head and walked over to Loren at the next table: "What are they doing? Where's Ginny?"

"Don't misunderstand, they are gazing deeply into each other's eyes, not practicing Legilimency," Loren explained.