Chapter 28 A Night to Remember for a Lifetime

Chapter 28 28. A night to remember for a lifetime

"The essence of Occlumency is actually the linkage of will with magic power, building a wall in one's mind. This wall can block the entry and prying eyes of magic. Those who are proficient can even construct false memories outside the wall. This is used to confuse the memory stealer, and there is no way to tell whether the memory he sees is true or false."

While explaining to Jon, Slughorn did not forget to take a piece of pineapple preserves from the paper box on the side and put it into his mouth.

"The learning of Occlumency has always relied on two methods. One is to simply and rudely break into the learner's brain, allowing him to constantly remember the feeling of being broken into. His body will Subconsciously resisting, the will will actively mobilize magic power. This is the most primitive way of learning Occlumency, but I don't like this. It is too rough, and it peeks into other people's memories too frequently, for a wizard. It’s not a good thing to say.”

When he said this, he set his eyes on the stone basin on his desk.

"So I will use the second, less rough, and much more dexterous way to teach. I borrowed this basin from Dumbledore. In fact, I also had one before, but it was just that I bought it once When I moved, I forgot where I left it. The stupid thing is that I actually kept the memory of where I hid it, and it was in my pot, but I couldn't get it if I couldn't find the pot. Memory, if I can’t get the memory, I can’t find the basin.”

Slughorn shrugged self-deprecatingly.

"I can never find that basin again. Fortunately, Dumbledore's basin was brought out of the castle by him. Otherwise, I don't know how to start teaching you. Pensieve, a kind of pensieve used to store thoughts and memories. magic items."

Jon looked at the empty stone basin and couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

"Then how do we start? Teacher."

Slughorn cleaned his hands of the icing from his snacks and took hold of his wand.

"Now you have to recall it in your mind. Any memory will do. I will extract the memory you are thinking about."

Jon took a set of deep breaths and began to search for a scene in his mind that impressed him deeply.

"Are you ready?" Slughorn asked.

"Okay, teacher."

He pointed the tip of the wand at Jon's temple, and then, as if some thread was connected to the tip of the wand, Slughorn rotated the wand, drawing a bright silver thread from Jon's mind. Taken out!

Jon felt very strange now. He could clearly feel that there was a force pulling his memory away. This experience was not a good one. His body instinctively resisted this behavior.

Although his body didn't move at all, the feeling of resistance in his mind was very strong, as if some robber had robbed the things in his hands in front of him. His first reaction was to chase his things away. return.

Just when Jon had this thought, the silver thread that had been pulled out of his mind suddenly seemed to have taken root, and the movement of pulling out became difficult and slow.

But in the end, the wand still pulled out the silver wire completely.

Slughorn stored the memory extracted from Jon's mind into the pensieve. He smiled and looked at Jon who was a little absent-minded at this time, as if he was recalling the feeling just now.

"Are you not liking this feeling? Your body is resisting it?"

Jon nodded and said with a frown.

"My body wants to interrupt this process uncontrollably, and... seems to have already taken action?"

"It doesn't seem like it." Slughorn said with admiration, "Your body's instinct of self-defense is very strong, and it did spontaneously resist, and this resistance also produced a certain effect."

"This is a very good start, Jon. When Occlumency was first created, someone recorded the feeling of being forced to read memories, strengthened this body's instinct, and finally evolved into magic. Some people are not naturally sensitive to the act of reading memories, and it will be extremely difficult for such people to learn Occlumency. You obviously belong to the opposite category. "

Slughorn looked pleased.

"This is the best thing. It shows that our future progress should be smooth." As he said that, he looked at the bright silver mist-like memory in the pensieve and asked Jon, "Can this memory be viewed by others?"

Of course, Jon had no reason to refuse. He and Slughorn entered the memory extracted from his mind.

The waves under the night sky are as peaceful as a sleeping baby lying in its mother's arms.

On both sides of the long table filled with delicious food, students and teachers all stood up. The old man with gray hair and beard took the lead in singing the opening melody of the school song, followed closely by a melodious chorus. .

Jon stood on the beach, watching silently as he was infected by the atmosphere at the dinner table three weeks ago and joined in the chorus.

Slughorn, who was standing next to him, suddenly sat on the beach and looked at all the teachers and students of this small Hogwarts with a calm expression.

"What's your favorite memory from the evening?"

Hearing his question, Jon also squatted down. He grabbed a handful of gravel on the ground. The memory slipped through his fingers, but his eyes were always fixed on the students and teachers who sang songs with joy and sadness.

"This may be the most memorable day in my life, teacher."

Slughorn put his left hand on the back of his right hand, put his arm on his knees, and looked up at the bright night sky.

"I am the same as you, Jon. I will never forget the night when Dumbledore first brought me to Hogwarts. At that time, I had not yet agreed to become a professor here. The cunning old man asked me to come. I didn't need to give him any accurate answer. I just followed him to take a look and attend the welcome dinner that year."

"That day was just like the night you experienced. There was a last bit of hope in despair that made people even reluctant to watch. I was pulled by him to sit at the table. A student next to me asked me happily if I was a new professor. He said that there were too few teachers in our school. I was really grateful that I was willing to come. To teach them. At that time, I actually thought that this might be a person that Dumbledore deliberately arranged to be by my side, but I couldn't help but feel a sore nose. "

"When the dinner was over, Dumbledore pulled my arm up without any prior notice and announced to dozens of children that I was the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic. I was still very angry and thought that I must scold him loudly on the spot, humiliate him, and then turn around and leave. But in the end, all I could say was, 'Hello, children, I am your Professor Slughorn. '"

His voice was very light, but it was full of extremely heavy emotions.

"After saying that, I thought I would regret it, but in fact, what I thought at the time was that it would be nice to agree to stay and be a professor. "