Jane Yu, who inexplicably acquired a diadem, was deep in thought.
If it weren't a Horcrux containing a fragment of Voldemort's soul, she would have worn it on her head.
After all, it was a diadem that could enhance the wearer's wisdom!
Perhaps wearing it would allow her to read all the textbooks from fourth to seventh year overnight, her eyes scanning like a scanner, storing everything in her brain—
Thus allowing her to skip grades madly, going straight from fourth year to graduation!
It would be like speedrunning Hogwarts with cheats on!
Just thinking about it made her feel elated.
Unfortunately, the tingling sensation in her hand reminded her of the impolite soul fragment occupying the diadem.
How wonderful it would be if there was a way to remove this soul fragment?
Perhaps she could make it repent, let it merge with the locket's soul fragment...
She thought she should give it a try, and if unsuccessful, it wouldn't be too late to give it a sword.
Of course, first she needed to learn advanced Occlumency from Professor Snape.
To implant some private thoughts into the diadem!
...
"If you don't show up at my dungeon door on time, you'll be expelled from my Occlumency class just like Potter."
When Jane arrived at Snape's office, she almost ran into Harry, who was nearly expelled.
Snape lightly reprimanded her and then turned his attention back to Harry:
"I had hoped you would make some progress, Potter, but alas, your mind is still filled with filth, much like your godfather."
"Look at this, such fascinating memories and thoughts, puberty hormones have marinated your brain."
Seeing her arrive, Harry let out an incoherent groan, his face flushed almost to the point of explosion.
He turned sharply and banged his face against Snape's cabinet to prevent her from seeing his embarrassment.
Snape quickly realized his intention and sneered:
"Is there honey in my cabinet, Potter? Do you want to crawl inside like a bee?"
Seeing this mini Potter beside his excellent student Yu Jane made him uneasy, not to mention the chaotic thoughts he had just read.
A sense of discomfort quickly filled his mind, prompting him to separate the two to prevent his vision from being contaminated by the virus known as Potter:
"Why are you still standing here like a fool, Potter?"
"If you want honey, you should go to the Hogwarts Great Hall now and cherish this rare dining opportunity."
Harry moved out of the dungeon like a wooden puppet, limbs moving awkwardly.
Snape unceremoniously sent another sneer his way as a parting shot and slammed the office door shut.
"Very well, now that the Gryffindor champion is gone, I suppose we should now cheer for the Slytherin champion." Still simmering with anger, he picked up the Daily Prophet beside him and read aloud, "New dragon-taming method debunked, Romanian reserve urges wizards not to attempt..."
He angrily tossed the newspaper aside and activated his sarcasm skills:
"Look at our champion, facing dragons with ease, even exposing her belly to dragon claws, as if she thinks she's not famous enough in the Daily Prophet and deserves her own column—"
Jane looked up at the ceiling.
And once again marveled at how much of a dungeon this dungeon truly was.
Unfortunately, her silence did not quell Snape's anger. The Occlumency master increased the intensity of his Legilimency, trying to see what kind of fodder filled her mind that made her lie down in front of a dragon, seemingly courting death.
This forceful approach advanced Jane's Occlumency skills, successfully converting the thoughts in her mind from jpg. format to gif. format.
Snape abruptly stopped his Legilimency, his expression twisted as if he had swallowed a fly:
"Stop making me see these things!"
He felt as if his mind had been polluted, with some images etched deeply into his brain, impossible to erase.
Who could tell him what on earth was Voldemort doing, raising his hands and twirling like a ballerina?
What was Voldemort doing, lying on Potter and saying, "Brother, you smell so good"?
What was Voldemort doing, raising his wand and shouting, "Wakanda forever"?
What on earth was going through this student's mind every day?
Was there really nothing wrong with her brain?
Snape stopped thinking.
For the first time in his life, he had the terrifying thought, "I'd rather teach a Potter."
Holding his temples, Snape decided to calm himself down.
So he quickly changed the subject:
"The Yule Ball is approaching, and I must tell you, according to tradition, the ball is opened by the champions and their partners."
Jane's face went blank, taking a few seconds to process this bombshell, then firmly replied:
"I don't dance."
But unfortunately, her protest was in vain. After seeing Voldemort doing ballet, Snape was determined to make her dance too:
"It's a traditional custom, as a representative of the school, you must find yourself a partner."
Jane was completely dumbfounded, her entire being turning gray and white.
She would rather choose a dragon to fight than dance in front of students and teachers from three schools.
What kind of public humiliation hell was this?
Moreover, she couldn't dance at all!
With complex ballroom dances, she could only manage to make a radio exercise look like an elderly woman's workout at the village entrance!
She might as well join Durmstrang and practice some martial arts with a stick!
Feeling victorious, Snape let out a cold laugh, just as he was about to unleash his sarcasm, the office door was knocked on heavily.
He opened the door to find Professor McGonagall standing there with a serious expression, a hint of nervousness on her face:
"Severus, sorry to interrupt, but we must go to the entrance of the Slytherin common room immediately—"
Snape frowned, sensing that something was amiss.
He quickly received Professor McGonagall's response, which was enough to make his vision go black:
"Students from several houses have started fighting!"
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