Chapter 1071
Wade's Occlumency
Chapter 1071 Wade's Occlumency
"boom!"
Snape stumbled and bumped into the desk, scattering parchment across the floor.
He managed to grab the edge of the table in time to avoid falling, but the rebounding spell was swift and powerful, making him feel as if his heart had been squeezed tightly, causing him so much pain that he couldn't breathe for a while.
After a brief buzzing in his ears, Snape came to his senses and noticed Wade supporting him. He asked worriedly:
"...How are you feeling, Professor?"
Snape took a deep breath, gripped his wand tightly, and looked down at Wade.
What...does you have on you?
He asked in a hoarse voice.
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Wade released his arm, his face full of apology, and said sincerely:
“I always carry something to protect me from curses, and I should have taken it off beforehand… but your attack was so sudden that I didn’t have time to react.”
Snape: "..."
So it's still my fault?
However, as an alchemist, it seems reasonable that Vader carries around all sorts of quirky gadgets.
However, Snape never expected that the spell he cast would bounce back twice as hard, causing him to be caught off guard and injured.
The Potions Professor took two deep breaths, suppressing the dull pain in his chest, slowly released his grip on the edge of the table, straightened up, and said in a low voice:
"Anti-curse vest?"
He had heard of this thing that the Weasley twins invented together.
The anti-curse vest has become the flagship product of Aslan's Magic Workshop. Because production has always been insufficient, the price has remained consistently high.
Compared to Britain, Aslan's Magic Workshop prefers to sell anti-curse vests to the United States, Japan, Mexico, or Russia, where there are large wizard populations, a greater need for anti-curse vests, and the willingness to pay higher prices.
Therefore, only a very small number of wizards in Britain possess this kind of vest, but as its inventor, Vader certainly wouldn't be lacking in them.
However, the supposedly powerful anti-curse vest doesn't seem to be that strong.
Snape wasn't short of money, but he wasn't extravagant enough to buy himself a curse-proof vest to wear.
Otherwise, when the Dark Lord tried to punish his subordinates, the spell bounced back...
The consequences would likely be dire.
As for Lucius Malfoy, he bought a vest and presented it to the Dark Lord. On the first day, he was praised by the Dark Lord, but two days later, he was suddenly punished severely on some pretext. Snape still doesn't understand why.
As he was thinking this, he saw Wade nod, then shake his head, and say:
"It's not a vest; that kind of thing is a bit bulky to wear."
Then, he reached out and removed the tie clip from his tie, the sapphire on it shimmering with a bluish-purple light in the dim candlelight.
Snape was secretly impressed by the small size and inconspicuousness of the object. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Wade's actions had not stopped.
He took a badge from the sweater inside his robe.
Then she took off the wristband on her left hand.
Next were the black and silver buttons on the cloak.
Finally, there was even a pendant around her neck.
“That’s fine.” Wade placed the pendant on the table, looked up and smiled slightly. “Continue, Professor.”
Snape glanced at him, then at the glittering, well-designed trinkets on the table.
He was silent for a few seconds. Then, without saying anything, he raised his wand and narrowed his eyes slightly—
"Capture the spirit and grasp the mind!"
It was as if a stream of cold water swept through Wade's consciousness; he closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
Emotions, memories... everything tender seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea, submerged by the boundless ocean.
He even felt the water flowing and spreading in his consciousness with great interest, searching aimlessly, bringing a wonderful coolness.
Snape, however, felt quite differently.
He felt a strange emptiness, as if his outstretched hand was waving in the thick fog and finally grasping nothing, and even his consciousness seemed to be sinking into a swamp.
After a long while, Snape put down his wand, and for the first time, a look of near amazement appeared in his eyes.
"Your brain surgery is very..."
He paused, pondering how to describe it.
"...Very skilled. How many years have you been learning?"
"I started learning it in second grade," Wade said.
Second grade.
Snape's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
He quickly calculated in his mind—it's only been three years since second grade... at most three and a half years.
It's astonishing that a teenager could master Occlumency to this extent.
He had seen countless Aurors, countless Death Eaters considered masters, who had studied magic for decades, yet they were still utterly defeated by Voldemort's Dementia, revealing all their secrets completely.
The boy before him, despite the powerful spell he had just unleashed, was able to maintain an almost perfect defensive stance—not through brute force, but through a genuine "emptiness" of his mind.
Snape was even certain that if the Dark Lord himself had cast the spell on Wade, it wouldn't have yielded any further results.
He didn't voice his amazement, but in that instant, a name flashed through Snape's mind—
Remus Lupin.
He had heard people mention that about three years ago, Lupin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started operating in the wizarding world as Vader Grey's spokesperson.
I heard that Lupin was also Wiede's tutor.
Moreover, three or four years ago, Dumbledore's reliance on and trust in Vader should not have reached the level it has now, so it's not hard to guess who would teach Vader such an advanced spell as Occlumency.
In an instant, a familiar rage surged in Snape's chest, burning his throat and making his fingertips tingle.
He thought of those people—those bastards he would never forgive or forget in his entire life—
At this moment, one of the most shady characters is living comfortably as a "tutor," drinking tea, teaching the most enviable students, being appreciated and respected, living a life of luxury and holding a prominent position.
And he...
Snape took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fire within him and stuffing it back into the deepest recesses of his heart, into a box that would never be opened to anyone.
He asked, "Did Remus Lupin teach you?"
Wade nodded, his gaze clear and calm, as if he knew nothing about the feud between the four raiders and Snape.
The Potions Professor didn't take his anger out on Wade; he just gritted his teeth and said slowly:
"He actually taught you this spell when you were twelve? I have to wonder what that guy's intentions were..."
“Actually…” Wade hesitated before saying, “I asked him to teach me Occlumency. Because in my first year… uh… that unexpected ‘visitor’ at school made me feel the need to take precautions in all aspects.”
(End of this chapter)