Chapter 22 Learning

"This is not surprising. After all, in the original book, Snape used Legilimency to force Harry to learn Occlumency! This shows that there is a connection between the two." Wright reacted after being surprised.

"But 'Brain Occlumency' is white magic, which makes it a bit difficult!" Wright estimated the mileage he had left and felt a little embarrassed.

"Learn 'Legitimate' first. If you have enough mileage points, learn these two spells as quickly as possible." After making up his mind, Wright picked up his wand and began to wave it.

A faint light emanated from the tip of the wand, and a memory about the stone tablet was slowly extracted. "Ah!" A cry of pain interrupted the magic.

"No, I don't have that feeling of getting it right the first time. It feels very obscure when I release it. I guess I need to add one or two more milestone points before I can learn it quickly." Wright covered his aching head and analyzed calmly.

After the headache disappeared, Wright sank his mind deep into his head and saw the stone tablet with some words engraved on it again. Information Transformation, Black Magic: 7.

When Wright's spirit returned to his body and he looked at the books on the table again, he could actually feel a faint magical power coming from the books.

"If I follow the information given by the stone tablet, my current talent in the dark arts is comparable to that of the elite Aurors in the white arts."

After pondering for a while, Wright understood the reason for his previous failure. He waved the magic wand in his hand again, and the record on the stone tablet was brought up again.

Just as he was about to extract the memory, the wand flashed. The magic failed again.

"I was too impatient, and my magic power is not stable."

With his improved aptitude, Wright understood the reason for his failure in an instant. After his headache subsided, he tried again.

"It's done!" Wright smiled and observed the memories that appeared in his mind out of nowhere.

'Then next is Occlumency.'

Wright first added two points to white magic, and then started learning.

"First extract the past memories, then combine them with the scene in front of you to reconstruct new memories. Cycle them in your mind to avoid mind reading."

"It went so smoothly, and it succeeded in one try. It seems that the most difficult step in 'Brain Occlumency' is to extract memories. And there is an unexpected surprise." Wright looked at the stone tablet information box that appeared in front of him.

Wright Ruggs (Zhou Yang)

Mileage points: 2

Magic power: 1 (normal adult wizards have a value of 5)

Magic: White magic: 3 Black magic: 7

Transfiguration: 1

Skills: Potions: 1 Magizoology: 0

Milestone: Souls from Another World...

"You can directly extract the information in your mind through Legilimency without having to put all your energy into your mind." Wright breathed a sigh of relief.

"And this is a semi-passive skill. It can preset memories in advance. Even if you don't actively use the 'Brain Occlumency', you can still let others read the preset memories."

"But it's normal to have this effect. In the original book, Harry learned Occlumency because he was afraid of the synesthesia of the Horcruxes. If it wasn't a passive skill, Harry would be useless when he fell asleep."

"Let's go meet Voldemort tomorrow and see if it works." Wright put the book away and walked towards the library.

"I'm so tired, let me take a nap." After returning the books, Wright lay on the bed, murmured something and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wright, get up. Today is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, hurry up." Ron shouted excitedly.

"Isn't it just a Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Why are you so excited? That's not like you, Ron." Wright said to Ron, rubbing his eyes.

"This is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Maybe it can teach us how to deal with Snape."

Wright looked at Ron who looked excited, then at Harry who was also a little excited, and couldn't help but pour cold water on them.

"Don't get your hopes up. Harry, do you remember Professor Quirrell when we met him in the Leaky Cauldron?"

"...I remember. ...It was him." Harry hesitated for a moment as if recalling something, then said with a little shock as if he remembered something."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it's him! He doesn't look very suitable for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Harry looked disheartened when he heard Wright's words of confirmation.

"What, what are you talking about? Don't hide it from me!" Ron looked at the two people playing charades and became anxious.

"It's okay, Ron, don't have too much hope. What if he doesn't meet your expectations? Harry, don't be too discouraged. What if he is actually different from what he looks like?" Wright comforted the two while washing.

"Let's go." After washing up, Wright took the confused Ron and the depressed Harry to class.

"Hello...everyone, I'm your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Ron and Harry's hearts were broken when they saw Quirrell, who had his head wrapped like an Indian, had a strange smell, and spoke stutteringly.

Quirrell lived up to his appearance and just stuttered as he read from the textbook during the course.

Ron looked disheartened, Harry had a similar expression, and Hermione also kept frowning.

"If they didn't know that Snape was once a Death Eater, they wouldn't be so disappointed." Wright looked at the performance of the iron triangle and shook his head. "This is just the beginning. It will be even more difficult next year."

Wright lay on the table, watching the students desperately covering their noses. He muttered in his heart: "Teachers like this would normally be laughed at by the students, but he has a weird smell, so no one dares to speak!"

"Teacher, I want to know what kind of magic the mysterious man is best at. Do you know?" Light suddenly interrupted Quirrell's stuttering lecture.

As soon as Wright finished speaking, the other young wizards seemed to be attracted by this topic and looked at Quirrell.

"I... don't know!" Quirrell uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Is that so? Teacher, you are so lame! Even I know what kind of magic he used, and I also know that Gringotts was robbed before, and it was the You-Know-Who who did it." Wright threatened Quirrell based on the plot of the original novel.

"I wonder where you got this news, little wizard." Quirrell seemed really frightened. He stopped stuttering and asked repeatedly.

"The Quibbler is on, but I know it's a lie! The mysterious man died a long time ago, and the grass on his grave is two meters high. How could it be him?"

"Even if he's still alive, there's no way he'd go and rob Gringotts! That's too despicable. Hahahahaha!"

"What do you think, teacher?" Wright asked Quirrell with a smile while practicing brain occlumency with all his strength.

"Yes! This classmate is right." Qi Luo spoke word by word, as if he was in great pain.

Just as Wright felt the false memories in his brain being taken away, the stone tablet sent a message:

"Completed the mileage 'The Dark Lord's Killing Intention', mileage point increased by 1."