Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 234 Professor, I Want to Learn This!

Stiff, of course it is stiff.

Of course he knew that Snape was the best master of Occlumency, but the problem was that this person was Snape.

If it were someone else, Sirius would have gone to plead for him without hesitation, but that person happened to be Snape.

The bigger problem was that if he went to Snape and asked him to teach Harry about the advanced use of Occlumency, he would inevitably be mercilessly ridiculed by Snape.

Sirius knew very well how poisonous the mouth of the greasy, snotty old bat was.

If you go to his office, you will definitely be attacked mercilessly with sharp tongue.

But if Snape wasn't the one to do this, there would be no one more suitable.

Sirius is now in a dilemma.

If he went forward, Snape would be disgusted to death; if he went back... he couldn't bear to let his son be chewed and saddled by two women in the future.

Seeing the dilemma facing his godfather, Harry asked tentatively, "How about... Godfather, let's just forget it?"

After hearing what Harry said, Sirius had to go even if he didn't want to.

"Go, you must go!" Sirius knocked his thigh, with an attitude of taking on the responsibility: "Don't worry, Harry! I will definitely make that old snotty guy agree to let you learn the advanced use of brain block technique with him!"

Harry was overjoyed to hear his godfather's words.

Now I'm saved, he thought happily.

Sirius is an impatient person who does what he says.

Now that he has made up his mind, he will not delay.

So he left the office immediately, told Harry to stay calm, and headed towards the Potions office.

Harry sat in the office, waiting bored.

He found a lot of letters on Sirius's desk, with hearts drawn on the covers. They were obviously letters about... well, that kind of thing.

However, he had no hobby of looking into other people's privacy, so he just took a quick glance and continued to sit there waiting.

This wait lasted half an hour.

The longer Harry waited, the more uneasy he became.

Oh shit, have these two already started dueling?
Harry began to imagine what would happen in Professor Snape's office...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He should have gone and stopped the fight, or at least shouted, "Stop fighting."

Just when he stood up and was about to go out to take a look, Sirius finally returned to the office with a look of despair on his face.

"There are results."

Sirius sighed and sat back in his chair. "Snotlout has agreed to my request. From now on, you can follow him to learn the advanced application of Occlumency."

Harry looked at him and saw that he looked... obviously abnormal.

So he sat back in his chair and asked tentatively, "What's the matter, Godfather?"

"Nothing." Sirius put the letters in the drawer and said to Harry, "Don't worry, Snotlout is pretty easy to talk to. I didn't expect that."

Easy to talk to?
Who?
Professor Snape?
If the Slytherins or Lily had said this, Harry might have believed it.

but……

Sirius, the Gryffindor...

Putting aside his Gryffindor status, he is still one of Snape's biggest enemies in his life.

Snape is nice to him?

"Really? I don't believe it." Harry's head was already filled with memories of how his godfather was taken advantage of by Snape, and how he was threatened in various ways, and how he was eventually forced to make great sacrifices in exchange for the opportunity to be given special attention by Snape.

"Why not believe this?" Sirius laughed. He didn't understand what godson meant.

"You must have made a great sacrifice to give me such an opportunity!"

Harry also showed his acting skills at this time. He hugged Sirius and said emotionally: "If you have to make sacrifices in exchange for me to study the advanced application of brain block with Professor Snape, then I would rather not go!"

Sirius:……

When I type this symbol, it doesn't mean I have a problem, but you have a problem...

"What the hell is going on here..." Sirius said with a dark face, "No, you misunderstood, Harry. Snotlout simply agreed to my request. He didn't threaten me with anything. He doesn't dare to do that!"

Seeing the Godfather so decisive, Harry was even more convinced of his own imagination.

"Then you just now..." He asked tentatively, "Why did you look so hopeless?"

Sirius' face turned pale.

"It's all because of Hagrid." He shuddered. "I just ran into him outside, and he actually gave me more than 100 kilograms of rock cakes. I found an excuse not to take them, but you also know how enthusiastic he is. It took me a lot of effort to get rid of him..."

Harry thought about that scene and shuddered.

More than 100 kilograms of rock cake, Meilin's fruit leather...

"Those biscuits," Sirius was still describing them to Harry with his hands dancing and drawing a circle. "Those biscuits! Even Hagrid could hardly hold them!"

"That's true." Harry nodded in approval. "Let's not talk about whether you can chew these biscuits. Just the time you can finish eating these biscuits is still unknown."

Sirius thought about it and glanced back at the closed door.

"Of course, maybe we can ask Hagrid for some." He suddenly had an idea. "We may not be unable to chew the biscuits. When Moony transforms, these hard guys can serve as something for him to grind his teeth on. You know, werewolves have a strong desire to chew. These biscuits are enough for them to consume that desire."

Harry looked at Sirius and thought, You are really a good friend of Lupin.

But this is also in line with the identity of good brothers. After all, if the relationship is not really good, no one would play like this.

"It's settled!" Sirius said cheerfully, "I'll go to Hagrid to get some soon. The moon will be full in a few days. I hope Moony will like them..."

"I……"

Harry thought about it and decided to keep his mouth shut.

The older generation likes to play and make noises, so let them do it. As a younger generation, there is no need for me to say anything.

"What's wrong with you?" Sirius asked with concern.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head, and confirmed in his heart that his godfather might not have signed any unequal treaty with Snape.

"Okay, go ahead." Sirius waved his hand: "I still have to write back to others..."

reply?

Harry perked up immediately.

"Is that my new yeast?" he asked, quite gossipy.

Sirius looked at Harry speechlessly, shook his head and said, "No, they're just some pen pals, nothing to make a fuss about, Harry."

Harry was a little skeptical when he heard Sirius' answer.

But he couldn't get to the bottom of it, so he just thought about it and let it go.

"Then I'll go find Professor Snape first, Godfather." Harry stood up and prepared to leave.

"Go ahead." Sirius took out a pen and paper, bit off the pen cap with his mouth, and began to write on the paper. Harry deliberately used an observation spell quietly, hovering above the back of Sirius' head, observing what he was writing.

"my dear……"

Okay, no need to look.

Harry was 100% sure that he was writing to some woman.

After leaving Sirius' office, Harry came to Professor Snape's office.

In order to avoid any further complications and prevent Professor Snape from being bribed by Vivi or Cassandra and not teaching him Occlumency, Harry decided to make a quick decision.

At least you have to understand the theory, and then you can study the rest slowly when you go back, right?
After he knocked on the door and just walked into Snape's office, he heard a greasy, dragging voice.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Harry followed the direction of the voice and saw Professor Snape sitting in a chair, still correcting students' homework, and was too lazy to look up at him.

Thinking of Sirius's reaction just now, Harry decided to test Professor Snape to see if he had forced his godfather to sign some kind of humiliating treaty.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry smiled and said to him, "My Godfather just returned to the office. I rushed here as soon as I received the news..."

"Just got back?"

Professor Snape sneered: "It seems that after this black dog left me, I don't know where to go to pick up garbage..."

Harry felt relieved. It seemed that it was just as his godfather said. Snape agreed very readily.

Otherwise, I wouldn't leave so soon.

"Since your dog godfather has come to ask me to teach you the advanced application of brain block, I will take on the responsibility with great reluctance, but I don't expect your dull wooden head to learn to any extent."

Snape began his sarcastic opening remarks before his lecture, which sounded very personal.

As the epitome of repressive education, Harry had long been accustomed to and accepted this personal characteristic of Professor Snape.

It should be said that not only Harry, but every student in Hogwarts has become accustomed to it, even Slytherin is no exception.

"So, how far have you learned?" Professor Snape suddenly asked.

"Clear your mind," Harry said simply.

Professor Snape nodded, picked up his wand from the table, and said to Harry: "Be prepared, control your thoughts, restrain your emotions--"

"Legiliments!"

After a moment, Snape lowered his wand.

He read nothing, just a blank.

"This level is already very good." Professor Snape said expressionlessly: "I have nothing more to teach you - please go back."

go back?

How is this possible?

How could this opportunity, which I had finally gotten, slip away like this?
"But, Professor," Harry said quickly, "this is only the most basic brain-blocking technique. I understand that advanced brain-blocking techniques can present false memories to others. I want to learn this!"

Hearing what Harry said, Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and began to stare at Harry, making him feel creepy.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked guiltily.

Professor Snape curled his lips.

"You're nothing like your father, Pot—he was so arrogant, so lazy..."

"Don't say anything about my father, Professor." Harry looked up helplessly, "At least don't say it in front of me, what do you think?"

"Haha." Snape gave him a fake smile, but also accepted his suggestion: "It should be admitted that a little wizard of your age - no, I forgot, you are not really a little wizard in the third grade."

Harry thought about it and decided that there was no problem.

When he was in the third grade a hundred years ago, he was indeed very playful and especially liked to be taken by Pabbie to wander around the Forbidden Forest.

For this reason, Cassandra always criticized him for being lazy, arrogant, and hopeless.

As young people, it is normal to be a little playful. It would be strange if they didn't.

That means such people are one in a million, and they have such extraordinary self-control at a young age.

"So what do you suggest?" Harry tried to guide Snape to the right topic.

"I have no advice, Pott." Snape put his wand back into his robes.

No normal suggestions?

Harry thought, that won’t do, how are you going to guide me without any suggestions?

Before he could say anything, Snape continued, "Brew up a potion, Pott."

Harry felt a little strange, but didn't say much and walked to the crucible beside him.

"There is material about Buffy's Brain Tonic on the table, and the frog brain is in the vial below." Professor Snape said concisely.

Although he didn't know why Snape gave such an order, Harry knew the rules. If he wanted to learn, he had to do as he was told.

He thought that it was just some hard labor to make potions, nothing unacceptable.

He put the materials into the crucible in order, and half an hour later, a pot of brain stimulant was ready.

Who would have thought that Professor Snape would not even look at it and said coldly: "Too slow, Pott - you can't do it at this speed, make another one!"

Harry took a deep breath.

Forget it...

He originally wanted to give Snape this Buffy brain stimulant, but after thinking it over, he decided not to.

So he went back to the crucible and continued working.

At the same time, he was still thinking.

slow?
I can still...

No, this time I will show you what speed and efficiency are!
He did it as he thought, he took out his wand and guided the ancient spell to operate the crucible.

Fifty seconds later, a pot of crispy brain stimulant was successfully prepared.

"It's done, Professor."

Harry put the potion on Professor Snape's desk with a neutral tone.

Who would have thought that Snape still didn't even raise his eyelids.

"It seems that you still remember." He said slowly, "Remember that you and your mother are both inheritors of ancient magic."

Harry always felt as if he had grasped something, but also as if he had not.

Seeing his puzzled look, Professor Snape snorted.

"Perhaps you should go talk to Miss Grindelwald about how to apply ancient magic to your Occlumency instead of pestering your poor old professor here to learn some low-level spell applications!"

(End of this chapter)