Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 616 How to persuade a teenage brat

"Huh? Oh, oh," Harry replied perfunctorily. He still felt very uncomfortable. The scar on his forehead made it impossible for him to think about what Hermione meant by first author, second author, and third author.

"I... I'll do it tomorrow." Harry stuffed the handouts and drafts he had just taken out of his bag back into his bag.

"Write them down in your homework planner!" Hermione suggested. "That way you won't forget!"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, and he had no choice but to obediently take out his planner from his bag and carefully open it.

"Don't even mention doing it later, you second-rate idiot!" the notebook scolded. Harry hastily jotted down the requirements of the Tyrell calculation problem, and Hermione smiled with satisfaction.

"I...I'm going back to sleep now." Harry stuffed his homework planner into his bag, thinking he'd throw it into the fire at the first chance he got.

He walked through the common room and onto the quiet, cool stone staircase leading to the boys' dormitory.

Harry felt terrible, like he was sick, but worse than that, he also felt a strange sense of loneliness...

Harry thought he might feel better after lying down for a while; it was already seven or eight o'clock, so he could take a nap.

Harry woke up early the next morning and glanced at the alarm clock—

It was only 6:30, but Harry wasn't sleepy at all, so he got up, dressed, and reluctantly grabbed his schoolbag, planning to have breakfast first and then read for a while.

After a night's sleep and rest, Harry felt much less tired and aches, but the feeling of loneliness became even more profound.

Especially when he saw the bed that originally belonged to Tiera, but was now piled with all sorts of odds and ends by Ron, Neville, and Seamus early in the morning.

This feeling of loneliness became even more intense.

When Harry arrived at the Great Hall, it was still a bit empty. Apart from Harry, there were only two or three fifth-year students, who, like them last year, were about to face the OWLs exams and were studying hard, eating breakfast while reading books, unwilling to relax even on a Sunday morning.

Because of the educational reforms implemented by Tierra, this year's students will face OWLs exams that have never been seen before, so their pressure is unprecedented.

After all, the review materials from previous students are basically no longer effective.

Harry was very fortunate that he had achieved a fairly good grade in the previous semester before the OWLs were reformed, and that the new OWLs grades and the old OWLs grades were valid in the current Magic Union.

Harry found a seat and ordered a tuna sandwich, a fried egg, and a glass of orange juice from the house-elf wandering between the tables.

When the clock struck 7:04, the area outside the auditorium suddenly became noisy.

This is a very strange thing, because very few people are willing to get up early on Sunday mornings, even though there are more than ten times more people at Hogwarts now than before. Except for Quidditch matches, there are still not so many people willing to get up early on Sunday mornings.

The commotion outside gradually intensified, and then the doors to the auditorium were pushed open—

A group of Tiera, about twenty people, walked in from outside, chatting and laughing, and having a heated discussion.

"Hi, Harry," one of the Tierras greeted Harry when she saw him.

Good morning, Harry.

"Wow, Harry, you're up so early! You're working so hard."

Good morning, Harry.

"Good morning, Harry. You need to work harder. It seems Snape has really influenced you."

"Good morning."

Good morning, Harry.

"Hi~"

One by one, the Tyrells filed in and sat down at the long table where Harry was.

The area around Harry suddenly became much noisier.

The noisy scene instantly lessened Harry's feelings of loneliness and alienation.

"How did Snape tutor you last night?" One of the Tyrells plopped down next to Harry and then ordered an orange juice and a tuna sandwich.

“Hey, don’t be silly, do you even need to ask? Just look at Harry, look at his face and you’ll know the answer.” Another Tierra sat down near Harry and patted the first Tierra’s shoulder hard, saying, “Learning Occlumency must be really tough. Don’t you know how much I suffered to barely learn it?”

“Yes, yes…” Tiera said awkwardly.

"But I believe in you, Harry. You can definitely learn it." Another Tyrell, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, put her arm around Harry's shoulder from behind and said confidently.

"Huh? Oh... thank you," Harry replied somewhat embarrassedly.

“But… Tierra… can’t you really teach me Occlumency?” Harry finally voiced his idea, looking at Tierra with great anticipation in his eyes. “Even other teachers would be fine.”

“Oh… Harry… Harry…” Tyella looked at Harry kindly and said, “I know you and Snape don’t get along and you hate each other. Actually, when Dumbledore and Horace Slughorn first suggested that Snape teach you Occlumency, I also refused and hesitated. But then I changed my mind…”

“Perhaps Snape is the best teacher to teach you Defense Against the Brain,” Tierra said.

"Wh-what? Why?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“Let me guess, the way Snape taught you Defense Against the Mind was by constantly using Legilimency on you, right?” Tierra asked.

“Ah, yes, yes,” Harry said.

“So you see, I told you Snape was an excellent teacher.” Tierra felt like a ruthless flattery machine. “He knew how to teach according to students’ individual needs.”

"What? Personalized instruction?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“You see, your most hated teacher is Snape,” Tierra said. “So Snape used Legilimency on you right away. This will definitely trigger your deepest disgust and resistance, and this heartfelt disgust and resistance will transform into your magical power… You remember the theory of dark magic, right?”

“Yes, I remember,” Harry replied, then seemed to realize something.

“Yes, this intense power will combine with your magic to form a dark magic power. This power is extremely strong and can help you resist Snape’s Legilimency,” Tierra said. “I bet you woke up immediately when Snape first tried to Legilimency on you, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” Harry nodded.

“That’s it,” Tierra said with a smile. “This means you have the power to resist Snape’s Legilimency, but you haven’t mastered the correct techniques. So you can temporarily resist Snape’s Legilimency with sheer strength, but you will soon be defeated by the experienced Legilimency master Snape because you have no skills at all.”

"So you mean I need to practice Legilimency more now?" Harry asked eagerly. "How can I train my Mind Defense?"

Harry is now eager to do anything that can get him away from Snape's brain defenses as quickly as possible.

“All the techniques for brain defense are written in the book I gave you,” Tiera said helplessly. “Brain Defense: How to Disguise Your Brain… but obviously, you can’t get through that book, right?”

“Hmm…that book…it’s too, too profound…” Harry said hesitantly.

“Then let’s get in touch,” Tierra said with a shrug. “Then all you can do is practice. Get violated by Snape a few more times and you’ll naturally master the technique.”

"But, but, but can't we just find someone else?" Harry asked dejectedly.

“No,” Tierra said with a smile. “Snape works best.”

(End of this chapter)