Chapter 534 [The 3 stages of Occlumency]
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 534 [The Three Stages of Occlumency]
—I need a place to hide my things.
McGuffin concentrated on running the thought through his head.
When he, Harry, and Hermione passed the wall hiding the "House of Requirement" for the third time, the door appeared.
They entered when there was no one in the corridor.
"Merlin! McGuffin... don't you want to teach Harry [Occlumency]? How can you make such a crappy place!" Hermione complained again and again as soon as she entered.
She was right to complain.
The three of them don't even have a place to stand now.
Although the place is large, it is almost full.
At a glance, there are rows of dilapidated high shelves, layer by layer...all kinds of strange old items are stacked on them...books, school robes, quills...strange flying saucers, rusty armor and spears, terrible animal bone specimens, blood-stained shackles...
The ground under the shelves was also piled with all sorts of sundries, it looked like it was over fifty feet high... more than one pile...
Those densely packed shelves, unidentifiable hills of sundries...here they almost form stacks of high-rise buildings, forming a messy maze.
The MacGuffins are surrounded by these old clutter.
The three of them were afraid that the slightest movement would 'alarm' this pile of things, and then they would slide down like a mountain torrent and avalanche, covering and submerging them.
"Yeah, McGuffin, what the hell do you want the [House of Requirement] to be?" Harry grumbled too.
"I just thought... I needed a place to hide my stuff."
"Ha! This is really a place to hide things. It is estimated that all the professors and students who knew about this place from the beginning of the school threw their unwanted things in." Harry said.
"Either... shall we go back and change places?" said Hermione.
"No, let it be like this! If we go out and be seen by others, we won't be able to tell. Hermione, have you forgotten how long we waited to get in here?"
"Students from other schools simply regard Hogwarts Castle as a tourist attraction...especially the witches of Beauxbatons and Castrobusher, chattering and wandering around." Hermione's face was full of anger when she said this.
McGuffin scanned back and forth, trying to find the [crown].
Although he had seen the picture of [Ravenclaw Wisdom Crown], but looking for it among so many things was still like finding a needle in a haystack.
Moreover, he doesn't remember exactly where the [Crown] was placed in the original plot.
Seeing McGuffin froze in place, scanning the surroundings back and forth,
Hermione said suspiciously, "What are you looking for? McGuffin... Aren't you going to teach Harry [Occlumency]? That's why I followed here... I have been yearning for this very special magic for a long time, and I just learned this magic for fun when I have time..."
"Pastime?" Harry called, his voice echoing through the silent room.
He really couldn't understand Hermione's behavior, and his jaw almost dropped for a while.
Harry himself was very reluctant to come here.
Originally, he wanted to go with Ron and the others to see Beauxbaton, German Shepherd Strong, and Waggadu... How did the student representatives of these magic schools throw the note (with their own name on it) into the Goblet of Fire.
But if Harry didn't want to let Snape teach him [Occlumency] in a few days, he could only ask Dumbledore to refuse while learning this magic first.
"So where do we start?" McGuffin asked.
Harry nodded.
"Is it right here?"
"Well, depending on the situation, this is the only place that is relatively empty." Hermione looked around and agreed.
'Chairs fly! '
“Restored like new!”
McGuffin waved his wand and shouted, and a few worn-out chairs rolled over from a hill of debris where tables and chairs were piled up... and automatically repaired the broken legs and the seat with a hole in it.
Hermione also raised her wand and shook it silently, and the bottles, hats, bats, weapons, keys... a bunch of smaller sundries on the ground were swept aside, leaving an open space for them.
Several people put down their seats, and after sitting down,
Hermione took out a thick old book from her pocket: [The Magic of Thought: ——The Power to Change, Manipulate, and Affect Everything]... Then she stared at McGuffin with glowing eyes, waiting for him to speak.
McGuffin opened his mouth and was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.
He thought of Hermione's various 'positive' behaviors in the professors' classes.
'This guy won't ask all kinds of questions that he can't answer, right? '
Harry saw McGuffin froze for a moment, his chin stretched... just like his performance just now, so he sneered, obviously he also understood what McGuffin remembered.
Hermione looked at the two suspiciously, thought for a moment, and immediately understood what Harry was laughing at.
Annoyed, she opened the big book and looked down by herself.
"Cough cough cough..."
After clearing his voice, McGuffin pretended to be calm... pretending nothing happened, and began to teach Harry [Occlumency].
"[Occlumency]...Harry, you should also know it very well. Let me briefly explain it to help you recall...Occlumency is a magical art that resists external spiritual penetration. It can seal the brain to resist magical invasion and influence. The opposite magic is Legilimency."
"In addition to Soul Reaper, the types of intrusion and brain-interfering magic that we often know include [Imperius Curse], [Confusion Curse], [Veritaserum]...African voodoo spells, the spiritual magic of North American Indian native wizards, and East Asian military solutions, please God...and other magic. Of course, the latter are relatively primitive witchcraft, and the European-style modern spell system does not classify them into systems..."
"And Harry... your connection with Voldemort is more like... the spiritual meditation of Indian wizards, which is a more essential and primitive magic... In layman's terms, it is the souls or thoughts of the two of you... connected together through some inexplicable magic 13 years ago."
"This is not a connection that can be broken just by avoiding the eyes of the wizard who casts [Insanity]..." McGuffin concluded.
"I'm connected to Voldemort's soul..." Harry muttered to himself, his face turned green as if he had eaten a fly, and then he looked at McGuffin suspiciously.
Hearing McGuffin's remarks, he touched his scar and seemed to want to refute something, but he didn't speak in the end.
Although Hermione was flipping through the book with her head down, she also began to listen to McGuffin's own views on this magic.
McGuffin continued to explain to Harry,
"Harry, according to my own understanding, [Occlumency] can be divided into three levels—"
"The first level is to empty your head, close your memory, suppress your emotions, and build layers of dams in your brain to resist the exploration of other people's thinking."
"Generally speaking, this defense method can only resist for a while, and it cannot resist the continuous attacks of those masters of insanity, such as the Dark Lord, Dumbledore, etc..."
Harry wanted to say something, but McGuffin pressed his hand, indicating that he would continue talking.
"The second level is to detach one's soul or intellect, make it above the physical feeling, and regard oneself as a bystander of memory. Some wizards have reached a certain level, and combined with their in-depth research on brain thinking...they can block the memories they don't like and hate at will, and even change the modification... into false memories. However, ordinary interrogation will not work on these wizards at all."
Hermione closed the book and looked up to listen to McGuffin's narration.
"...and this is usually the experience of a great deal of pain or emotion, or a very hard-trained wizard.... At this point, Harry, you should be able to disconnect from Voldemort."
"What about the third floor?"
Harry asked, he couldn't think of a more powerful brain magic than modifying one's own memory at will.
"third step……"
McGuffin smiled and pulled out a sack from his pocket. Hermione and Harry felt bad when they saw this scene.
really……
A large group of small Geffen appeared in front of the three of them.
They were jumping and jumping around.
"What are you doing! Albert! Take it back, take it back quickly."
Hermione hurriedly put the book on her head, jumped and shouted.
The screams echoed...in the silence of this 'collection room'.
Harry was also a little apprehensive.
"Don't worry, I just let you see!"
McGuffin picked up a little thing in front of him with a wand, whispered a few words 'let them find that crown', and then let these little things run around and leave here.
After seeing these little devils leave, Hermione got off the stool, put the books away, stroked her hair, and asked calmly, "What are you looking at, McGuffin, what are you showing us... What does it have to do with these little things?"
"This is the third level of [Occlumency]... Randomly mobilize memories and feelings, and arrange them in the brain... strands of active but blocked thoughts."
"But that's just my own guesswork."
MacGuffin tapped his temple and said, "Hermione, Harry... You should know that my head is now filled with messy thoughts that don't belong to me, and then I almost went crazy?"
Harry frowned, "Yeah!"
"During the treatment process given to me by Professor Dumbledore, I used [Badrin's Brain Refreshing Magic Potion].... Under the influence of this banned drug, I can organize all the memories in my brain according to certain rules and emotional feelings. If I have to... use something to describe it, it is that I built a Hogwarts castle in my head..."
"I don't understand!" Harry asked.
McGuffin said: "Let's put it this way, all the memories and feelings in my brain will be sorted out in a certain order. I put the memories and emotions of dislike and disgust in the deepest part of this castle, and some secrets are blocked layer by layer in the heavily guarded room. Those messy and seemingly unimportant memories are also sorted out one by one..."
"This castle can be infinitely large, and those unimportant memories are compressed and stored in similar rooms."
"The brain castle is alive, and the room where the memory is stored is constantly wandering. Only I can find the corresponding key."
"I am the owner of this castle, but also a guest, a creator, and a bystander..."
"This way of completely controlling the brain, arranging my memories and feelings at will, compressing all the miscellaneous threads to a certain extent, and even repelling them outside the brain, combining with magic power to form such a small thing... This finally made me return to normal."
Harry's eyes widened, and he had a feeling in his heart, was this McGuffin bragging about business?
"Of course...Harry, you just need to get to step two. Shall we begin?"
The McGuffin clapped his hands, motioning Harry to get ready.
Harry tensed up, gripping his wand tightly.
"First step, first focus on your breathing...Harry, empty your mind, don't associate any memories and feelings..."
After speaking, McGuffin picked up with his wand near the temple, pulled out a silver thread, and then blew it, turning it into a new little McGuffin.
McGuffin slipped the struggling little guy up to Harry, and in his extreme nervousness... placed it on his head.
(OoO)?
McGuffin: "This little thing can detect any subtle magic power that you subconsciously emit...Harry! If you don't close your brain, then any memories, thoughts, and emotions you associate will cause your brain to unconsciously emit some kind of magic power..."
"If you follow what I said... if you learn the first layer of [Occlumency], then he won't be interested in you and will jump off your head..."
Harry continued to be in a daze, looking shocked even though I couldn't understand,
"Do you want me to use [Instinct] on you? Although I'm not very good at this forbidden spell, if you want the head I'm trying to pry open..."
"No no, that's fine!" Harry said hastily.
Then he followed McGuffin's instructions and began to focus on his breathing, empty his mind, and block his memory.
But Harry's hair fell down like snow... It reminded him of the scene in [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic]. He was very nervous, afraid that he would become a Mogansi or bald.
But the more he thought about it, the more excited the little devil was, jumping around endlessly, poking around with his little wand.
But Hermione was disappointed, and she opened the [Magic of Thinking] again.
Although she also wanted to try to learn [Occlumency], but let the little thing jump on her head...
After a shiver, Hermione immediately decided - forget it.
"Hermione, if that little thing stops for a while, you can tell Harry some of his own deep memories... to arouse his associations, so as to train him..." McGuffin stood up and walked into this 'collection room', and finally said, "I'll catch those little things back into the bag, and let them train Harry later."
After speaking, without waiting for Hermione to reply, McGuffin quickly walked into it along the adjacent passage.
Various sundries and shelves separated several forks.
MacGuffin's footsteps echoed in the towering rubbish heaps... bottles, Quaffles, bats...these things were everywhere.
Some of the Little Guffins had so much fun in this 'playground' that they completely forgot what the McGuffins told them to find [Horcrux Crown].
McGuffin can only keep 'capturing' those crazy Little Guffins, and at the same time move forward along a small number of places that McGuffins have ruled out, go deeper into the maze, and look for the [Crown].
(End of this chapter)
—I need a place to hide my things.
McGuffin concentrated on running the thought through his head.
When he, Harry, and Hermione passed the wall hiding the "House of Requirement" for the third time, the door appeared.
They entered when there was no one in the corridor.
"Merlin! McGuffin... don't you want to teach Harry [Occlumency]? How can you make such a crappy place!" Hermione complained again and again as soon as she entered.
She was right to complain.
The three of them don't even have a place to stand now.
Although the place is large, it is almost full.
At a glance, there are rows of dilapidated high shelves, layer by layer...all kinds of strange old items are stacked on them...books, school robes, quills...strange flying saucers, rusty armor and spears, terrible animal bone specimens, blood-stained shackles...
The ground under the shelves was also piled with all sorts of sundries, it looked like it was over fifty feet high... more than one pile...
Those densely packed shelves, unidentifiable hills of sundries...here they almost form stacks of high-rise buildings, forming a messy maze.
The MacGuffins are surrounded by these old clutter.
The three of them were afraid that the slightest movement would 'alarm' this pile of things, and then they would slide down like a mountain torrent and avalanche, covering and submerging them.
"Yeah, McGuffin, what the hell do you want the [House of Requirement] to be?" Harry grumbled too.
"I just thought... I needed a place to hide my stuff."
"Ha! This is really a place to hide things. It is estimated that all the professors and students who knew about this place from the beginning of the school threw their unwanted things in." Harry said.
"Either... shall we go back and change places?" said Hermione.
"No, let it be like this! If we go out and be seen by others, we won't be able to tell. Hermione, have you forgotten how long we waited to get in here?"
"Students from other schools simply regard Hogwarts Castle as a tourist attraction...especially the witches of Beauxbatons and Castrobusher, chattering and wandering around." Hermione's face was full of anger when she said this.
McGuffin scanned back and forth, trying to find the [crown].
Although he had seen the picture of [Ravenclaw Wisdom Crown], but looking for it among so many things was still like finding a needle in a haystack.
Moreover, he doesn't remember exactly where the [Crown] was placed in the original plot.
Seeing McGuffin froze in place, scanning the surroundings back and forth,
Hermione said suspiciously, "What are you looking for? McGuffin... Aren't you going to teach Harry [Occlumency]? That's why I followed here... I have been yearning for this very special magic for a long time, and I just learned this magic for fun when I have time..."
"Pastime?" Harry called, his voice echoing through the silent room.
He really couldn't understand Hermione's behavior, and his jaw almost dropped for a while.
Harry himself was very reluctant to come here.
Originally, he wanted to go with Ron and the others to see Beauxbaton, German Shepherd Strong, and Waggadu... How did the student representatives of these magic schools throw the note (with their own name on it) into the Goblet of Fire.
But if Harry didn't want to let Snape teach him [Occlumency] in a few days, he could only ask Dumbledore to refuse while learning this magic first.
"So where do we start?" McGuffin asked.
Harry nodded.
"Is it right here?"
"Well, depending on the situation, this is the only place that is relatively empty." Hermione looked around and agreed.
'Chairs fly! '
“Restored like new!”
McGuffin waved his wand and shouted, and a few worn-out chairs rolled over from a hill of debris where tables and chairs were piled up... and automatically repaired the broken legs and the seat with a hole in it.
Hermione also raised her wand and shook it silently, and the bottles, hats, bats, weapons, keys... a bunch of smaller sundries on the ground were swept aside, leaving an open space for them.
Several people put down their seats, and after sitting down,
Hermione took out a thick old book from her pocket: [The Magic of Thought: ——The Power to Change, Manipulate, and Affect Everything]... Then she stared at McGuffin with glowing eyes, waiting for him to speak.
McGuffin opened his mouth and was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.
He thought of Hermione's various 'positive' behaviors in the professors' classes.
'This guy won't ask all kinds of questions that he can't answer, right? '
Harry saw McGuffin froze for a moment, his chin stretched... just like his performance just now, so he sneered, obviously he also understood what McGuffin remembered.
Hermione looked at the two suspiciously, thought for a moment, and immediately understood what Harry was laughing at.
Annoyed, she opened the big book and looked down by herself.
"Cough cough cough..."
After clearing his voice, McGuffin pretended to be calm... pretending nothing happened, and began to teach Harry [Occlumency].
"[Occlumency]...Harry, you should also know it very well. Let me briefly explain it to help you recall...Occlumency is a magical art that resists external spiritual penetration. It can seal the brain to resist magical invasion and influence. The opposite magic is Legilimency."
"In addition to Soul Reaper, the types of intrusion and brain-interfering magic that we often know include [Imperius Curse], [Confusion Curse], [Veritaserum]...African voodoo spells, the spiritual magic of North American Indian native wizards, and East Asian military solutions, please God...and other magic. Of course, the latter are relatively primitive witchcraft, and the European-style modern spell system does not classify them into systems..."
"And Harry... your connection with Voldemort is more like... the spiritual meditation of Indian wizards, which is a more essential and primitive magic... In layman's terms, it is the souls or thoughts of the two of you... connected together through some inexplicable magic 13 years ago."
"This is not a connection that can be broken just by avoiding the eyes of the wizard who casts [Insanity]..." McGuffin concluded.
"I'm connected to Voldemort's soul..." Harry muttered to himself, his face turned green as if he had eaten a fly, and then he looked at McGuffin suspiciously.
Hearing McGuffin's remarks, he touched his scar and seemed to want to refute something, but he didn't speak in the end.
Although Hermione was flipping through the book with her head down, she also began to listen to McGuffin's own views on this magic.
McGuffin continued to explain to Harry,
"Harry, according to my own understanding, [Occlumency] can be divided into three levels—"
"The first level is to empty your head, close your memory, suppress your emotions, and build layers of dams in your brain to resist the exploration of other people's thinking."
"Generally speaking, this defense method can only resist for a while, and it cannot resist the continuous attacks of those masters of insanity, such as the Dark Lord, Dumbledore, etc..."
Harry wanted to say something, but McGuffin pressed his hand, indicating that he would continue talking.
"The second level is to detach one's soul or intellect, make it above the physical feeling, and regard oneself as a bystander of memory. Some wizards have reached a certain level, and combined with their in-depth research on brain thinking...they can block the memories they don't like and hate at will, and even change the modification... into false memories. However, ordinary interrogation will not work on these wizards at all."
Hermione closed the book and looked up to listen to McGuffin's narration.
"...and this is usually the experience of a great deal of pain or emotion, or a very hard-trained wizard.... At this point, Harry, you should be able to disconnect from Voldemort."
"What about the third floor?"
Harry asked, he couldn't think of a more powerful brain magic than modifying one's own memory at will.
"third step……"
McGuffin smiled and pulled out a sack from his pocket. Hermione and Harry felt bad when they saw this scene.
really……
A large group of small Geffen appeared in front of the three of them.
They were jumping and jumping around.
"What are you doing! Albert! Take it back, take it back quickly."
Hermione hurriedly put the book on her head, jumped and shouted.
The screams echoed...in the silence of this 'collection room'.
Harry was also a little apprehensive.
"Don't worry, I just let you see!"
McGuffin picked up a little thing in front of him with a wand, whispered a few words 'let them find that crown', and then let these little things run around and leave here.
After seeing these little devils leave, Hermione got off the stool, put the books away, stroked her hair, and asked calmly, "What are you looking at, McGuffin, what are you showing us... What does it have to do with these little things?"
"This is the third level of [Occlumency]... Randomly mobilize memories and feelings, and arrange them in the brain... strands of active but blocked thoughts."
"But that's just my own guesswork."
MacGuffin tapped his temple and said, "Hermione, Harry... You should know that my head is now filled with messy thoughts that don't belong to me, and then I almost went crazy?"
Harry frowned, "Yeah!"
"During the treatment process given to me by Professor Dumbledore, I used [Badrin's Brain Refreshing Magic Potion].... Under the influence of this banned drug, I can organize all the memories in my brain according to certain rules and emotional feelings. If I have to... use something to describe it, it is that I built a Hogwarts castle in my head..."
"I don't understand!" Harry asked.
McGuffin said: "Let's put it this way, all the memories and feelings in my brain will be sorted out in a certain order. I put the memories and emotions of dislike and disgust in the deepest part of this castle, and some secrets are blocked layer by layer in the heavily guarded room. Those messy and seemingly unimportant memories are also sorted out one by one..."
"This castle can be infinitely large, and those unimportant memories are compressed and stored in similar rooms."
"The brain castle is alive, and the room where the memory is stored is constantly wandering. Only I can find the corresponding key."
"I am the owner of this castle, but also a guest, a creator, and a bystander..."
"This way of completely controlling the brain, arranging my memories and feelings at will, compressing all the miscellaneous threads to a certain extent, and even repelling them outside the brain, combining with magic power to form such a small thing... This finally made me return to normal."
Harry's eyes widened, and he had a feeling in his heart, was this McGuffin bragging about business?
"Of course...Harry, you just need to get to step two. Shall we begin?"
The McGuffin clapped his hands, motioning Harry to get ready.
Harry tensed up, gripping his wand tightly.
"First step, first focus on your breathing...Harry, empty your mind, don't associate any memories and feelings..."
After speaking, McGuffin picked up with his wand near the temple, pulled out a silver thread, and then blew it, turning it into a new little McGuffin.
McGuffin slipped the struggling little guy up to Harry, and in his extreme nervousness... placed it on his head.
(OoO)?
McGuffin: "This little thing can detect any subtle magic power that you subconsciously emit...Harry! If you don't close your brain, then any memories, thoughts, and emotions you associate will cause your brain to unconsciously emit some kind of magic power..."
"If you follow what I said... if you learn the first layer of [Occlumency], then he won't be interested in you and will jump off your head..."
Harry continued to be in a daze, looking shocked even though I couldn't understand,
"Do you want me to use [Instinct] on you? Although I'm not very good at this forbidden spell, if you want the head I'm trying to pry open..."
"No no, that's fine!" Harry said hastily.
Then he followed McGuffin's instructions and began to focus on his breathing, empty his mind, and block his memory.
But Harry's hair fell down like snow... It reminded him of the scene in [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic]. He was very nervous, afraid that he would become a Mogansi or bald.
But the more he thought about it, the more excited the little devil was, jumping around endlessly, poking around with his little wand.
But Hermione was disappointed, and she opened the [Magic of Thinking] again.
Although she also wanted to try to learn [Occlumency], but let the little thing jump on her head...
After a shiver, Hermione immediately decided - forget it.
"Hermione, if that little thing stops for a while, you can tell Harry some of his own deep memories... to arouse his associations, so as to train him..." McGuffin stood up and walked into this 'collection room', and finally said, "I'll catch those little things back into the bag, and let them train Harry later."
After speaking, without waiting for Hermione to reply, McGuffin quickly walked into it along the adjacent passage.
Various sundries and shelves separated several forks.
MacGuffin's footsteps echoed in the towering rubbish heaps... bottles, Quaffles, bats...these things were everywhere.
Some of the Little Guffins had so much fun in this 'playground' that they completely forgot what the McGuffins told them to find [Horcrux Crown].
McGuffin can only keep 'capturing' those crazy Little Guffins, and at the same time move forward along a small number of places that McGuffins have ruled out, go deeper into the maze, and look for the [Crown].
(End of this chapter)
