Snape's lips trembled.
His hand shot out with the swiftness of a falcon's wings.
His momentum was like a lion whose territory was invaded, but his strength was gentle, as if he was treating the most fragile thing in the world.
His thumb and index finger pinched the corner of the photo in Damon's hand.
He didn't even dare to pull it, but just pinched it gently, and was always alert to any possibility of damaging it.
Damon would release his hand if the photo was moved.
Damon heard his hoarse voice, which contained unknown sadness, like Othello found out that he had misunderstood his wife, and found an opportunity to make amends after learning the truth. It was a kind of cautiousness that even happiness would feel abrupt.
"Give it to me. Please."
Damon's two fingers only gently pinched the photo, but Snape felt that the two fingers were like the strongest iron clamps in the world. He couldn't open it, so he could only ask for it because of the desire in his heart. If this was just an ordinary photo of Lily, he would never do this - it was extremely difficult for Snape to accept that Damon saw his ugly appearance.
But he had no choice.
He saw swaying tree shadows, sunlit grass, dark red hair partially obscured by his fingers, and moving eyes.
Damon didn't say anything, but turned his fingers slightly and handed it to Snape like a cigarette - this frivolous action aroused Snape's dissatisfaction, but he didn't dare to say a word.
He silently extended his left hand and, using both hands, pinched the photo. Confirming it was his, he spread his hands and looked at the figure. Damon saw the corners of his mouth twitch.
Snape suddenly turned his back, leaving Damon with only his back. His voice sounded slowly, with a meaning that could not be understood by others, "Where did you find it?"
"Don't worry about it." Damon smiled, "
"Do you like my gift? I have more." Snape carefully placed the magical photo in a box, added a protective layer, and stored it with his precious potions. Damon was surprised by Snape's calmness.
Soon he understood.
The method was also very simple, just look at Snape's eyes.
He had never seen such a "determined to get" look, firm and calm. As long as you see this pair of eyes, you will know that he will definitely get what he wants, even if he has to do whatever it takes and risk the world for it.
"Two hours of teaching every week, change a photo, do you agree?"
He looked at Damon, without any mockery on his face - he would never show even a trace of sarcasm again.
"How many weeks are there in a semester? Where can I get so many photos to satisfy you?"
"We can trade like this first. When you run out of photos, I will still teach you well."
"Then do you still want me to deal with potion materials?"
"No need."
"Then will you teach me carefully?"
"Of course." "
Then will you find reasons to deduct points from Gryffindor?
" "Only here, never."
"Then will you wash your hair well every day in the future?"
"If you want, I will."
"Then you..."
Damon stopped talking.
Snape looked at him as if he wanted to kill him.
Although he was sure that Snape would agree to whatever he said next, he should stop.
After all, the other party was teaching him the brain block technique. If he had any bad thoughts, it would be troublesome. "Okay, let's get started, professor. Should I have paid for today's work?"
"No, you have to give me one after the class."
"Why?"
"I beg you."
"Okay."
The chill of the Black Lake seeped into the classroom through the window glass. The candlelight by the stove cast a soft shadow. In the dim light, Snape stood in front of Damon with a surprisingly calm expression.
"Your brain occlusion has been very effective. If you want to continue to improve, you can only practice persistently in units of 'years'."
He paused.
"But there is another special method, which is that I use Legilimency on you.
Of course, even I can't absorb your thoughts when you are prepared, so you must open a crack in the door.
I want you to keep recalling your happiest things, and while closing your heart, keep raising your emotions - emotions are the keys to intruders. I want you to give me the key, and then resist my invasion behind the door.
Your spirit will become more condensed in the process, and your brain will gradually become more vigilant against the magic of Legilimency."
"It sounds reasonable." Damon nodded.
Snape hesitated, then said,
"But in the process, I will inevitably read some of your emotions - I may detect some of your happy memories, of course, you deliberately exposed them to me."
"Oh," Damon paused, "You should only be able to detect what I'm thinking, right?" Snape nodded, "Once I break through your defenses, I will immediately withdraw and never look at your memories."
He was as conservative as a young girl peeping at a girl taking a bath for the first time, trying his best to ensure that he was "clean", fearing that this would cause Damon's displeasure and cause something bad to happen.
"I'm fine, so let's start now? What should I do?"
Snape turned around and took out a breathtaking potion from the box.
The dark purple base liquid showed an amber-like streamer, and after it came out of the box, it had an extremely faint bitter almond aroma.
"This is an emotion amplifier, also called heartstring solvent, a level 5 controlled potion."
"Drink it and imagine the happiest thing for you. Depending on your emotional level, it can last for about half an hour.
If not, I can't read your thoughts at all." Damon took the potion from Snape and shook it gently.
The stream of light in the bottle swayed gently, with a breathtaking luster.
He tilted his head back and swallowed it in one gulp.
It was such a viscous texture, but it tasted like clear water when he entered the mouth - Damon felt that he tasted the taste of fire, a familiar and somewhat uneasy breath.
As soon as the potion was swallowed, his brain became clear in an instant.
Damon suddenly felt a little itchy in his throat.
A huge joy filled his heart.
He wanted to sing a little.
Why not?
"I'm going to start. Remember, amplify your emotions, but stay alert."
Snape raised his wand and said carefully:
"Legilimens"
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