Chapter 321 Sirius and Snape
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The last day of vacation has arrived.
Harry, who was staying at 12 Grimmauld Place, couldn't be happier.
Besides the dream that was bothering him, there was another reason.
In Harry and Ron's bedroom, the two of them were playing wizard chess.
Ginny and Crookshanks were watching.
They watched as Harry's car battled Ron's pawns, and Harry was pumping up the car excitedly.
"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley called to Harry, sticking her head through the door, "would you come to the kitchen?"
"Professor Snape has something to tell you."
Harry, who was still happy at first, seemed to have been thrown cold water, feeling at a loss, as if he didn't understand.
"Professor Snape is in the kitchen and he wants to talk to you," repeated Mrs. Weasley.
Harry opened his mouth wide in horror, and looked at the others, who all stared at Harry dumbfounded.
"Snape?" Harry was confused.
He didn't know what Snape could do for him, but Mrs. Weasley urged him again and left.
"Why is he looking for you?" Ron was uneasy. Even in the Order of the Phoenix, he still had a fear of that old bat. "You didn't do anything, did you?"
"No!" Harry said angrily, what did he do?
He struggled to remember what he might have done, what would have brought Snape to Grimmauld Place.
Could it be because he got a 't' in his potions homework last time?
In the process of reminiscing, he walked outside the kitchen.
Pushing open the kitchen door, he saw Sirius and Snape sitting there.
The two sat across the long table, sitting at the end of each other in disgust, as if there was something dirty between them.
Sirius glared angrily in opposite directions, and the two of them almost had disgust written on their faces.
Harry noticed that there was an open letter in front of Sirius.
This atmosphere was broken with Harry's voice.
Snape looked back at his long face under his long unwashed greasy hair.
"Sit down, Potter."
Still in the familiar tone of yin and yang, Sirius tilted his chair up like a ignited powder keg, and yelled loudly at the ceiling, "I hope you don't give orders here, this is my home."
Snape looked over coldly, his face ugly.
Harry didn't want to sit with Snape, so he sat down next to his godfather.
"I should have talked to you alone, Potter," Snape said with a habitual sneer.
"I'm his godfather!" Sirius said over Snape's words.
Snape really wanted to get up and cast him a Locking Curse at this moment, but he held back.
"I'm here on Dumbledore's order," Snape said in an increasingly sinister voice, "but please stay, Black, I know you like to be involved."
Sirius, who was about to leave after hearing Dumbledore, dropped his chair heavily on the ground, "What do you mean?"
Snape ignored Sirius and turned his playful smile to Harry, "The Headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, that he wants you to study Occlumency this term."
Harry didn't understand, and asked in a daze, "What are you studying?"
"Occlumency, Potter," Snape's sneer became more pronounced, as if he was looking at a piece of wood that couldn't grow. "It's an obscure magic to prevent the mind from being invaded by outsiders, but it's very useful."
Harry's heart was beating violently, preventing foreign invasion?
Did Dumbledore think he would be possessed?
He discussed it with Ginny, who was once possessed, on his first day back at Christmas, and he wasn't possessed.
He felt suspicious, and asked, "Why do I have to learn this stuff?"
"Because the headmaster thinks it's necessary," Snape softened his tone, "I receive tutoring once a week, and I can't tell anyone, understand?"
"Understood." Harry stroked his emotions, feeling that he might be making a fuss over a molehill, "Who will teach me?"
Speaking of the question, for the second time Harry saw a playful look on Snape's face.
He raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly, "I am."
At this moment, Harry felt his insides melt.
He was wrong and this is punishment.
What wrong did I do to deserve such severe punishment.
He hastily turned his eyes to Sirius for help.
Sirius, who had always been at odds with Snape, exploded without incident.
"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Sirius had reason to suspect that this snot would deliberately make things difficult for his godson, and asked aggressively, "Why you?"
"I think it's because the headmaster has the right to delegate unpleasant tasks." Snape showed a playful expression for the third time, and said in a smooth tone, "As for why me?"
"I can assure you, I'm not here." He looked at Sirius' angry expression with great pleasure, "I'll meet you in my office at six o'clock on Monday night, Potter."
"If you don't like studying with me, you can change to someone else."
"Change someone else?" Harry was stunned, Sirius slapped the table and said, "Then change someone!"
"The other is," said Snape grimly, "John Wick."
As soon as the name came out, Sirius felt that his wounds were showing signs of recurrence, and he gasped.
"Why John?" Harry asked hastily, "I mean, John is not from the Order of the Phoenix."
"So you have no choice." Snape glanced at Harry. "The only person who is proficient in this kind of magic at Hogwarts is John Wick, besides me."
He completely interrupted Harry's thoughts. If Dumbledore doesn't teach, then only Snape can.
John Wick would, too, but would he teach you?
Snape said in a strange tone, "You'd better learn it soon, before your brain breaks."
"Wait a minute!" Sirius stood up and warned, "If you bully Harry in the name of teaching, I will settle accounts with you."
"How touching," Snape said with a sneer as he clenched his wand in his cloak pocket. "You must have noticed that Potter resembles his father?"
"Not bad." Sirius was proud of his brother for having such a son.
"Then you should know that he is as proud and arrogant as his father, and criticism is like a deaf ear to him." The words that Snape spit out were like slippery snakes, and they got into Sirius' ears, making him extremely angry.
"I warned you, snot-nosed!" Sirius didn't even listen to Harry's words, he pulled out his wand with a livid face, "Dumbledore may think that you have been transformed, but I don't think so."
"Oh, why didn't you talk to him then?" said Snape sarcastically. "Are you worried that he won't take people who are hiding at Mum's house seriously?"
"I almost forgot, even if you hid here, someone almost cut off an arm." Snape sneered unabashedly.
Sirius raised his wand, and Snape did the same, neither giving in to the other.
Just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the kitchen door was pushed open.
It was Mr. Weasley who had returned from his recovery.
Followed by the Weasleys and Hermione.
Seeing this scene, they froze their smiles.
Snape broke the silence and said to Harry, "Six o'clock on Monday night, Potter."
As he passed, he whispered, "John Wick won't help you, and you'd better not hang around in his presence."
He actually doubted that John might have another magic besides Occlumency.
And Harry's empty head is full of loopholes, it's best not to appear in front of John.
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
...
The holiday is over.
One after another, people went back to school.
John saw Daphne standing in the foyer, looking around for Pansy with her pretty gray-blue eyes.
Beside the stairs outside the foyer, Pan Xi had a bitter face, not daring to show her head.
The two stood like this for almost an hour, and finally Daphne saw John appear and ran away screaming.
Relieved, Pansy ran across the foyer to the Slytherin lounge as fast as he could.
"Did she forget that they are in the same dormitory?" Malfoy complained.
John sees Astoria back and she goes skiing in Finland.
Although Mr. Greengrass didn't think there was any fun, who made his daughter filial.
Mr. Greengrass: This padded jacket is so filial to me.
Malfoy saw Astoria and immediately ran down to help her with her luggage.
John silently watched Malfoy courting him, and looked up to see an owl flying over.
He stretched out his arm to make a foothold for the owl. Before the owl could get a foothold, Basil kicked it flying from the sky.
Snatching the owl's letter, Basil flew to stand on John's arm.
The poor owl hooted twice in protest, and was frightened by Basil's look and flew away.
Opening the letter, John raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so fast."
"My dear Mr. John Wick, please arrive at the Wizengamot at four o'clock in the afternoon on January 1th for the honors."
John will be honored next week.
With a smile on his lips, he put the letter away.
He saw Harry approaching with heavy steps, greeted Hermione and left.
...
Harry, who was staying at 12 Grimmauld Place, couldn't be happier.
Besides the dream that was bothering him, there was another reason.
In Harry and Ron's bedroom, the two of them were playing wizard chess.
Ginny and Crookshanks were watching.
They watched as Harry's car battled Ron's pawns, and Harry was pumping up the car excitedly.
"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley called to Harry, sticking her head through the door, "would you come to the kitchen?"
"Professor Snape has something to tell you."
Harry, who was still happy at first, seemed to have been thrown cold water, feeling at a loss, as if he didn't understand.
"Professor Snape is in the kitchen and he wants to talk to you," repeated Mrs. Weasley.
Harry opened his mouth wide in horror, and looked at the others, who all stared at Harry dumbfounded.
"Snape?" Harry was confused.
He didn't know what Snape could do for him, but Mrs. Weasley urged him again and left.
"Why is he looking for you?" Ron was uneasy. Even in the Order of the Phoenix, he still had a fear of that old bat. "You didn't do anything, did you?"
"No!" Harry said angrily, what did he do?
He struggled to remember what he might have done, what would have brought Snape to Grimmauld Place.
Could it be because he got a 't' in his potions homework last time?
In the process of reminiscing, he walked outside the kitchen.
Pushing open the kitchen door, he saw Sirius and Snape sitting there.
The two sat across the long table, sitting at the end of each other in disgust, as if there was something dirty between them.
Sirius glared angrily in opposite directions, and the two of them almost had disgust written on their faces.
Harry noticed that there was an open letter in front of Sirius.
This atmosphere was broken with Harry's voice.
Snape looked back at his long face under his long unwashed greasy hair.
"Sit down, Potter."
Still in the familiar tone of yin and yang, Sirius tilted his chair up like a ignited powder keg, and yelled loudly at the ceiling, "I hope you don't give orders here, this is my home."
Snape looked over coldly, his face ugly.
Harry didn't want to sit with Snape, so he sat down next to his godfather.
"I should have talked to you alone, Potter," Snape said with a habitual sneer.
"I'm his godfather!" Sirius said over Snape's words.
Snape really wanted to get up and cast him a Locking Curse at this moment, but he held back.
"I'm here on Dumbledore's order," Snape said in an increasingly sinister voice, "but please stay, Black, I know you like to be involved."
Sirius, who was about to leave after hearing Dumbledore, dropped his chair heavily on the ground, "What do you mean?"
Snape ignored Sirius and turned his playful smile to Harry, "The Headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, that he wants you to study Occlumency this term."
Harry didn't understand, and asked in a daze, "What are you studying?"
"Occlumency, Potter," Snape's sneer became more pronounced, as if he was looking at a piece of wood that couldn't grow. "It's an obscure magic to prevent the mind from being invaded by outsiders, but it's very useful."
Harry's heart was beating violently, preventing foreign invasion?
Did Dumbledore think he would be possessed?
He discussed it with Ginny, who was once possessed, on his first day back at Christmas, and he wasn't possessed.
He felt suspicious, and asked, "Why do I have to learn this stuff?"
"Because the headmaster thinks it's necessary," Snape softened his tone, "I receive tutoring once a week, and I can't tell anyone, understand?"
"Understood." Harry stroked his emotions, feeling that he might be making a fuss over a molehill, "Who will teach me?"
Speaking of the question, for the second time Harry saw a playful look on Snape's face.
He raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly, "I am."
At this moment, Harry felt his insides melt.
He was wrong and this is punishment.
What wrong did I do to deserve such severe punishment.
He hastily turned his eyes to Sirius for help.
Sirius, who had always been at odds with Snape, exploded without incident.
"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Sirius had reason to suspect that this snot would deliberately make things difficult for his godson, and asked aggressively, "Why you?"
"I think it's because the headmaster has the right to delegate unpleasant tasks." Snape showed a playful expression for the third time, and said in a smooth tone, "As for why me?"
"I can assure you, I'm not here." He looked at Sirius' angry expression with great pleasure, "I'll meet you in my office at six o'clock on Monday night, Potter."
"If you don't like studying with me, you can change to someone else."
"Change someone else?" Harry was stunned, Sirius slapped the table and said, "Then change someone!"
"The other is," said Snape grimly, "John Wick."
As soon as the name came out, Sirius felt that his wounds were showing signs of recurrence, and he gasped.
"Why John?" Harry asked hastily, "I mean, John is not from the Order of the Phoenix."
"So you have no choice." Snape glanced at Harry. "The only person who is proficient in this kind of magic at Hogwarts is John Wick, besides me."
He completely interrupted Harry's thoughts. If Dumbledore doesn't teach, then only Snape can.
John Wick would, too, but would he teach you?
Snape said in a strange tone, "You'd better learn it soon, before your brain breaks."
"Wait a minute!" Sirius stood up and warned, "If you bully Harry in the name of teaching, I will settle accounts with you."
"How touching," Snape said with a sneer as he clenched his wand in his cloak pocket. "You must have noticed that Potter resembles his father?"
"Not bad." Sirius was proud of his brother for having such a son.
"Then you should know that he is as proud and arrogant as his father, and criticism is like a deaf ear to him." The words that Snape spit out were like slippery snakes, and they got into Sirius' ears, making him extremely angry.
"I warned you, snot-nosed!" Sirius didn't even listen to Harry's words, he pulled out his wand with a livid face, "Dumbledore may think that you have been transformed, but I don't think so."
"Oh, why didn't you talk to him then?" said Snape sarcastically. "Are you worried that he won't take people who are hiding at Mum's house seriously?"
"I almost forgot, even if you hid here, someone almost cut off an arm." Snape sneered unabashedly.
Sirius raised his wand, and Snape did the same, neither giving in to the other.
Just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the kitchen door was pushed open.
It was Mr. Weasley who had returned from his recovery.
Followed by the Weasleys and Hermione.
Seeing this scene, they froze their smiles.
Snape broke the silence and said to Harry, "Six o'clock on Monday night, Potter."
As he passed, he whispered, "John Wick won't help you, and you'd better not hang around in his presence."
He actually doubted that John might have another magic besides Occlumency.
And Harry's empty head is full of loopholes, it's best not to appear in front of John.
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
...
The holiday is over.
One after another, people went back to school.
John saw Daphne standing in the foyer, looking around for Pansy with her pretty gray-blue eyes.
Beside the stairs outside the foyer, Pan Xi had a bitter face, not daring to show her head.
The two stood like this for almost an hour, and finally Daphne saw John appear and ran away screaming.
Relieved, Pansy ran across the foyer to the Slytherin lounge as fast as he could.
"Did she forget that they are in the same dormitory?" Malfoy complained.
John sees Astoria back and she goes skiing in Finland.
Although Mr. Greengrass didn't think there was any fun, who made his daughter filial.
Mr. Greengrass: This padded jacket is so filial to me.
Malfoy saw Astoria and immediately ran down to help her with her luggage.
John silently watched Malfoy courting him, and looked up to see an owl flying over.
He stretched out his arm to make a foothold for the owl. Before the owl could get a foothold, Basil kicked it flying from the sky.
Snatching the owl's letter, Basil flew to stand on John's arm.
The poor owl hooted twice in protest, and was frightened by Basil's look and flew away.
Opening the letter, John raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so fast."
"My dear Mr. John Wick, please arrive at the Wizengamot at four o'clock in the afternoon on January 1th for the honors."
John will be honored next week.
With a smile on his lips, he put the letter away.
He saw Harry approaching with heavy steps, greeted Hermione and left.
...
