Snape never believed Hera. From beginning to end, from Hera to school, to now, the two confronted each other. Even though Dumbledore firmly believed that Hera had love, he would not believe Hera.

Lestrange...

The man with this surname is full of shit in Snape's mind, even though he only knows Bella and Rodolphus...

Who knows if Hera is the undercover agent who was inserted by the Dark King, deliberately revealing some information to win the trust of the old man, and then taking the opportunity to make trouble?

You should know that I am also an undercover agent sent by the Dark King, but I...

Ahem, that's going to go far.

Anyway, Snape completely didn't believe that Hera would know how to hold back, and he was afraid that it would be a curse if he took action.

Actually... Hera really thinks so...

But Hera still restrained himself, and he just said 'Weapons' to Snape.

Then... Snape looked at his empty palm speechlessly, and the anger in his eyes was about to ejaculate.

"What are you doing?" Snape shouted.

Hera grabbed the face, then ran aside with a little apology and picked up Snape's wand, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I didn't expect you to be so weak..."

"Hmm?" Snape took the wand and raised his eyebrows.

"I mean you said that I would disarm your weapon..." Hera looked down at his toes like a primary school student who made a mistake, a little embarrassed.

"Let me see your resistance. I'm going to let me disappoint you, right?" Snape said softly, "I think Mr. Lesterrange won't let me down?"

Snape suddenly took action, and while Hera was still explaining, he seized the opportunity that Hera had not yet prepared to resist.

The office swayed and disappeared in front of Hera's eyes. Pictures flashed through his mind like movies. He could no longer see what was around him.

At the age of 11, he was bullied in the lounge in Slytherin... The books for the 16-year-old OWLS exam were burned to a pile of ashes... At the age of 18, he was rejected for a job search after graduation from Hogwarts, and he was denied and left like a garbage dump... In Romania, he endured the cold and started a smuggling business...

No, there was a voice in Hera's mind shouting, "You can't watch this... You can't watch... This is my own pain...

He felt only a sharp pain in his knees. Snape's office came back and found himself lying on the ground, one of which hit his knees hard on the table legs.

He looked up at Snape and saw him rubbing his shoulders, his facial features gathered together tightly, looking very painful.

"Do you hate me so much? Hera?" Snape asked coldly.

"Of course there is no more, professor, how is that possible?" Hera said resentfully, while getting up from the ground. If his eyes could kill people, Snape would have died hundreds or thousands of times.

"Hera, your mind is like a bar," Snape said contemptuously. "Everyone can push the door open and go in and go around, and the monster's mind is deeper than you."

"Did you see it all?" Hera's face was a little pale and her body was in a daze.

"Some clips." Snape said, curling his lips, turning his head slightly, preventing Hera from seeing his expression clearly.

"But, as the first time, you're not too bad." Snape raised his wand, "You finally stopped me from having you do a tap dance, even though you wasted your time and energy and yelled. You have to focus and resist me with your brain, without using a wand."

Hera nodded, and it seemed that he had cast some spell on Snape in his unconscious state. No wonder he was rubbing his shoulders after he woke up.

"I will work hard." Hera rubbed his eyes and pretended to be uncomfortable.

"Now, close your eyes." Snape said gently and ethereally.

Hera took a deep breath and did as Snape said.

He doesn't like the feeling of being seen as cowardly, and he doesn't want to be a pitiful person in the eyes of others.

He didn't need to be pitiful, he needed proof, proving that he was just carrying Lestrang's surname, but he was a qualified wizard.

I don’t want to be prejudice or hatred, I just want an ordinary life.

But the reality is...even this can't be done...

He couldn't even get a job as a salesperson in Diagon Alley.

Hera's eyes were slightly moist, but fortunately he closed his eyes and Snape couldn't see them.

"Exclude distracting thoughts, Hera." Snape said in a cold voice, "Give up all feelings..."

Hera didn't know why she felt that Snape's voice was a little softer than before, and a little warmer than before.

"You didn't do it, Hera...you need to restrain yourself...to concentrate your thoughts and start..."

Hera tried hard to clear his mind, not to think, not to recall, not to feel...

"Come again... I count to three... one... two... three... take the gods and take thoughts!"

A black giant snake was swaying in front of him...the mockery of everyone...the contemptuous eyes...the friend who was doing smuggling with him was lying on the ground...they stared at him with a blind eye...

"No--" He fell to the ground again, his face buried in his palm, and his brain hurts, as if someone was going to pull it out of his head.

"Get up!" Snape said sternly, "Get up! You haven't done it yet, and you have not tried hard. You let me see all your painful memories, which is equivalent to giving me a weapon!"

Hera stood up, his heart pounding, as if he had experienced such a life.

Snape looked paler and more angry than usual.

"Come again." Hera said gritting his teeth.

"Try to throw away your feelings!"

"Well, I'll do my best." Hera nodded, knowing that Snape was right.

"Faced with the Dark Lord, you must learn brain closure, control your feelings, and not indulge in sad memories - in a word, a weak person is vulnerable to his magic! It is easy for him to invade your thoughts, Hera."

Snape's voice was a little lonely and painful, as if he was remembering some bad memories.

"I see."

"Then prove it! Control yourself!" Snape scolded, "Restrain your thinking and control your brain! Let's come again! Prepare! Take God and take thoughts!"

Hera looked at the back of Alisa Flint who had left Europe and watched the ship go away... Back to Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade was rejected... Hera curled up on the street... Looking at the passersby talking and laughing... Hera wanted to be the same as them, but they would only throw Hera a cold look... The dark wizard... The Death Eater family...

"I understand! I understand!"

Hera fell to the ground in Snape's office again, making a happy voice.
Chapter completed!