Harry froze for a moment, just about to write something else.
The words appearing on the diary changed again:
[I understand how you feel about him. As you said, he has helped you a great deal—taught you knowledge, given you special training, helped you fend off powerful enemies—but my friend, the human heart is very complicated. Sometimes, those who treat you well may be seeking something that does not align with your interests or beliefs. Sometimes, those who treat you badly may instead be trying to protect you—]
Looking at those words, Harry suddenly thought of Snape for some reason.
After hesitating for a while, he slowly wrote:
[You said before that there are traces of his magic inside my body. What does that mean?]
Words quickly appeared in the diary:
[Exactly what it sounds like. He cast a spell on you, and that spell has remained inside your body!]
[I can sense it. That spell has been operating all this time. It lurks in your mind and affects your consciousness. Have you truly never noticed? That special training you mentioned—he made you do things you could not understand. That was clearly you being influenced, manipulated, controlled by him—think carefully. Use Occlumency and think carefully. Why are you not afraid of, or repulsed by, being controlled?]
Occlumency—
Beneath the covers, a trace of confusion flashed through Harry's eyes, along with a wisp of white mist.
In his Mindscape, his consciousness seemed to be caught in a raging storm. All his memories and stray thoughts struggled and twisted.
A cold "darkness" emerged from the depths of his mind. It was the power that represented Occlumency.
It formed a net, became the black backdrop of his Mindscape, and spread toward the surface of his consciousness.
It moved quickly.
Like a fleeting shadow,