"You've been hit by Dark Arts, and a rather powerful curse at that. The thoughts of an evil Dark Wizard are influencing you."
"Look, Hermione doesn't even know the Vanishing Spell, yet you somehow vaguely do. And think about last night—don't you find that frightening?"
"But Madam Pomfrey..."
"Don't interrupt. Right now, he can only influence you in simple ways, but soon, you won't be able to tell whether the thoughts that pop into your head are your own or that Dark Wizard's. Harry, you wouldn't want to be replaced by someone else one day, would you?"
Harry sat by the bed, his face already deathly pale and his eyes vacant.
No wonder he had tossed and turned since last night, unable to sleep at all!
It was as though he could see a tiny version of himself trembling deep within his inner heart, while an evil shadow stretched out enormous claws, grabbed him, and devoured him. Then, that face with its gaping bloody maw gradually turned into his own.
Harry shuddered violently and looked at Vaughn in despair, his pale lips trembling. "A-Am I going to die?"
"You won't die. There's Magic that can save you."
Hope immediately rekindled in Harry's heart. Then he saw the troubled look on Vaughn's face.
His heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"
"Unfortunately, I don't know it." Vaughn sighed. "They're two Memory Magic spells called Legilimency and Occlumency. Occlumency can save you, while Legilimency is Magic that helps one learn Occlumency."
Having received such terrible news so early in the morning, Harry was scared stiff. He hurriedly asked, "Then... where can I learn them?"
Hermione, who had been listening with chills running through her whole body, also looked at Vaughn expectantly.
Vaughn pretended to ponder with difficulty. Only after a long while