Hogwarts Card Drawer

　　 If the magic power of the wizard is the energy source for the operation of magic, then the spiritual power of the wizard is the rules that govern the operation of magic.

　　Occlusive brain surgery also allows the user to remain absolutely calm and rational, and colleagues enhance the user's sensory and response capabilities. It can be said to learn it, then your learning of magic will be twice the result with half the effort.

　　 There are only two people in Hogwarts who can OCT. One is Professor Snape and the other is Dumbledore. Asking Dumbledore to teach Chronos was obviously dreaming.

　　 I finally got Snape's chance to start a small stove, then wouldn't the one who didn't learn the best be sorry for Professor Snape's talent?

　　 Snape stared at Cronos for a long time, and Cronos was sure he was definitely using dementia to detect if he was speaking.

　　 But I think Professor Snape is going to be disappointed, Cronos didn't lie. He learns Occlumency, really to strengthen his control of mental power.

　　 "In that case, I will teach you Occlumency! You may not be able to learn it anyway." Snape was really an old arrogant, even if he did a good deed, he would not let you go.

"If you want to learn Occlumency, the first thing you need to master is to empty your brain-don't think, remember, feel, don't think about it. Because as long as your brain is empty, then even if someone else invades it. Your brain can't detect any information. This is the basis of Occlumency. If you can't even do this, it proves that you have no talent in this area. Then there is no need to mention the higher and deeper levels behind. ."

　　 "Simply speaking, it's just a daze!" Chronos suddenly realized it and said a word

Professor Snape's face twitched visibly, "You'd better move your giant's brain. The highest level of Occlumency is to allow you to give up some senses on your own. Being in a daze will indeed stop you from thinking, but your Your skin is still feeling the outside world all the time."

　　 Says that, but it’s not that simple at all. The human mind is thinking all the time. Even people dream when they sleep.

　　 It can be said that this kind of thing is completely based on talent, even if it is taught by someone, it may not be successful.

　　 "Okay, let's start the first phase of contact!" Snape took out his wand.

　　 He faced the bench under Chronos for a while, and the chair immediately became a comfortable recliner.

　　 "Now lie on it and empty your brain, go quickly." Professor Snape said sternly.

　　Cronos spit out Snape in his heart, and then lay down on the recliner. Staring at the lights in the office.

　　 "Or, close your eyes and try." The long stare made Cronos' eyes sore and sore!

　　 But as soon as he closed his eyes, Parvati's face appeared in front of Chronos' eyes, and then he fell asleep like that.

　　 When Kronos woke up, I didn't know when, Kronos wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He got up and started looking for Professor Snape.

　　 "If you haven't got enough sleep, please go back to your bed." Professor Snape said to Cronos without looking back while handling his cauldron.

　　 Cronos scratched his head with embarrassment, but in fact, he can't rely on him, he just committed a problem that all beginners reciprocate.

　　 Walking out of Professor Snape's office, a blast of cold wind made Cronos shrink his neck.

　　 walked to the entrance of the Slytherin common room.

　　 "Password." The man on the painting asked.

　　 "Snake letter!" The password is changed every two weeks. But obviously the first week is not over yet.

　　 Back next to his bed, Cronos found a plate of apple pie and chocolate-flavored pot cakes beside his bedside table. A note was pressed underneath.

　　 "I know you didn't go to the restaurant to eat, I brought you this."

　　 The following signature is Draco Malfoy.

　　 "Well, who said that our little master is a selfish guy. Isn't this also very concerned about friends!"

　　Cronos ate the dinner Draco had left him in two bites, and he was lying on the bed again learning to empty his brain. Only this time it took him a long time to fall asleep.

　　 Finally there was a flight lesson on Thursday morning, although it was with Gryffindor students. But this did not affect Draco's love of flying in the slightest.

　　Walking on the way to the flight field, Draco has been explaining his flying skills and his heroic operations in Quidditch in the ear of Cronos.

　　Cronos firmly believes that Draco is not bragging~www.readwn.com~ In fact, Draco's Quidditch technique is indeed very good. Although his father, Mr. Lucius, sponsored the Slytherin team's latest flying broomstick, could Draco enter the Slytherin Quidditch team without any skill? Professor Snape would not take care of Draco in this regard.

　　 When the Gryffindor students arrived at the venue, the Slytherin people were already waiting at the venue, and twenty flying broomsticks were neatly placed in front of them.

　　 Cronos found Harry in the crowd walking with a red-haired Ron, and Hermione at the end of the line. She was obviously not ready to look at her expression.

　　 Soon their teacher, Mrs. Hooch, came. She has short gray hair and both eyes are yellow, like those of an eagle.

　　 "Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She said sharply, "Everyone is standing next to a flying broom. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

　　 Everyone's broomsticks are very old, but some broomsticks are very obedient. Harry and Draco only called the flying broomstick and flew into their hands.

　　 And Cronos' flying broomstick flew slowly, but he was not the worst.

　　 Like Hermione’s flying broomstick, no matter how Hermione calls it. It was just lazily rolling on the ground, as for Mr. Neville Longbottom. His broom was flying up and down in the air, and Cronos found that he was crying.

"Okay, as soon as I blow the whistle, you should kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." Madam Hooch said, "Hold the broom firmly and rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground vertically. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

　　 Before we finished speaking, our poor Mr. Longbottom had ascended to heaven.