From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 230 Harry's Melancholy

"So, you and your werewolf self share the same brain." Ivy told Lupin the conclusion of last night's all-night experiment. Lupin was feasting on his meal. As the subject of the experiment, he was exhausted last night.

"...I don't feel like I've grown an extra head after turning into a werewolf." Lupin dipped the bread in the meat sauce in front of him with a bit of helplessness. The food made by house-elves always makes people feel at ease.

"What I mean is that even if you become a werewolf, your perception of the world has not changed. This proves that the consciousness that controls the werewolf's actions is also you, but it was born under the influence of the lycanthropy curse. If the two of you cannot be merged together, I am afraid that even if the lycanthropy curse is really removed, you will still be at risk of schizophrenia." Ivy explained, "I think the biggest possibility is that although you will not turn into a werewolf again when the full moon comes, the animal consciousness derived from the lycanthropy curse will not disappear. On the contrary, it is very likely that you will come out to cause trouble again when you have the ability to cast spells as a wizard."

"So my final treatment plan is to make you reconcile with your animal consciousness and become a human again. At the same time, I will merge the magic power of the lycanthropy curse with your own magic power, turning the curse into a talent. Then, the transformation ability it brings will be inherited through your bloodline, thus changing the 'reproduction method' of the lycanthropy curse. After that, I will further eliminate this impulse to hurt others."

"Your initial research direction is feasible?" Lupin put down his knife and fork and wiped his face carelessly. "How long will it take me to... coexist peacefully with lycanthropy?"

"It will require the assistance of some props... I will try to finish it within a month. In other words, you need to be mentally prepared before the next full moon night." Ivy took out a potion from the Destruction Grimoire and placed it on the dining table. "You don't look well. The stimulant potion will make you feel better."

"Thank you... I have fantasized countless times about returning to a normal human life..." Lupin uncorked the bottle and drank the emerald green potion in the bottle. "Now, I finally see the real dawn..."

"I'm afraid it's not as good as you think... It will become controlled and safe, but..." Ivy shook her head. "I suggest you seek advice from Sirius about how to get along with the animal instincts in your body. Animagus is a good reference. They can stay in the same body with the beast in their hearts."

Lupin smiled and asked, "Speaking of Sirius, where is he?"

"I'm helping you with your lessons." Ivy replied.

"Oh! There's a fifth year Slytherin class today... I hope he doesn't fight with the students..." Lupin groaned, covering his face.

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"Did you hear? Professor Black held a dueling test in the fifth year Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

As Harry walked through the corridors, he found that they were filled with students discussing the dueling test that had taken place in Sirius's class.

"I thought that no one except Professor Victor would teach dueling at Hogwarts anymore."

"Professor Black is there! I wonder if he will cover for Professor Lupin tomorrow..."

It was Sirius who came down the corridor. He was talking to Professor McGonagall who was holding a book beside him.

"They are in the fifth grade! Sirius!" Professor McGonagall's tone was full of dissatisfaction, "This will undoubtedly delay their review time! You know, we usually only teach wizard duels in advanced classes!"

"I think it's good to let them stretch their muscles." Sirius has always been unruly, not to mention that he has graduated from Hogwarts now, so his psychological fear of Professor McGonagall is naturally less.

"I don't think they'll be sent to the hospital ward for stretching in class..." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "They're still students! The situation is very different now... The You-Know-Who has disappeared for many years, you can't treat them as -"

Professor McGonagall used the dignified expression of the vice-headmaster to scare away many students who tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, and then whispered: "You can't treat them as Death Eater reserves... Besides, the Order of the Phoenix has been disbanded!"

"Maybe they are not Death Eaters, but I think the Order of the Phoenix will regroup soon!" Sirius straightened his robes and walked forward. "Okay, Professor McGonagall, I have classes later! See you at dinner!"

"See you at dinner..." Professor McGonagall sighed, "Fortunately, Lupin will be back tomorrow... Lupin will be back tomorrow, right?"

Professor McGonagall thought carefully about her schedule and decided to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office to see her former student.

Seeing his godfather approaching, Harry greeted him happily: "Sirius! Do you have classes later?"

"That's right, but it's definitely okay to stop and talk to you!" Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and asked with a smile, "How are you today, young man?"

"That's fine," said Harry. "We had Herbology today, and the mandrakes in those pots were so difficult to deal with. They wouldn't come out of their pots, nor would they go back into the soil. Professor Sprout said they had a dance party in the greenhouse from time to time... Can you imagine? Sirius, plants having a dance party!"

"Professor Sprout always has a way to deal with those strange plants. And I heard that Mandrake is a very precious herb that can treat many different kinds of black magic injuries." Sirius looked at the boy in front of him who looked like a copy of his father, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger. "What are you going to do later, Harry?"

"I want to find a place to play chess with Ron... but Hermione said we should consider reviewing..." Harry said a little melancholy. For a child of his age, "playing" is always put first, even if he already knows his important mission.

"It's really too early to review now!" Sirius looked around and made sure that he was the only professor left in the corridor. He said to Harry mysteriously, "Are you interested in hearing a secret, Harry?"

Who could resist a secret? Not Harry.

"Of course!" he said excitedly in a low voice.

"Come here." Sirius half squatted down and whispered in Harry's ear, "Hagrid told me that a litter of foals were born in the pasture. They are so beautiful! And they are half-breed Pegasus!"

"Really?" Harry stared at his godfather, unable to resist showing off. "We rode the Hippogriff in the Forbidden Forest before. It was fun!"

"Good boy! We haven't done anything like this until we graduated!" Sirius held out his hand. "After dinner, let's go visit Hagrid together - is that right?"

"It's a deal!" Harry gave his godfather a high-five.

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"After dinner, we're going to visit Hagrid with Sirius?" Hermione forked a piece of fried fish with butter into her plate. "It's quite an interesting parent-child interaction. What's next?"

"But that's not what I meant to say..." Harry sighed and poked the sausage on the plate with his fork.

"You're going to live with Sirius this summer vacation, so what can't you tell him?" Hermione was always good at pointing out the key points of the problem.

"But...ah..." Harry sighed.

After hearing that Sirius was giving dueling lessons to senior students, an idea came to his mind - maybe he could let Sirius train him.

Ever since Dumbledore told him everything about the prophecy, he began to receive comprehensive training from Snape.

All-round means more detailed and difficult teaching content, no longer just brain blockage. In fact, since Snape got the authorization from Dumbledore, he no longer forced Harry to practice brain blockage. Instead, it is a variety of duel magic, and many evil spells that are effective in battle.

Of course, Harry always experienced a curse himself before formally learning it.

Although he only received training from Snape once a week, Harry still felt physically and mentally exhausted. If it happened a few more times, he believed that he would definitely die.

It was obviously a good idea to let his godfather train him, at least he didn't have to worry about dying. Besides, Sirius sounded good at dueling.

The only problem was that Professor Dumbledore hadn't given him permission to tell Sirius about it... and training with Professor Snape was obviously something that should be kept secret.

On the one hand, Harry felt that Sirius was his godfather and he had the right to know what he was doing; on the other hand, he felt that the fewer people who knew about the prophecy and training, the better.

"Even if I really want Sirius to train me, I should at least let Professor Dumbledore know about it..." Harry said to himself, "But - Professor Dumbledore doesn't always appear in school..."

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After finishing his training with Snape again, the lonely Harry went to Ivy.

"What's wrong?" Ivy opened the owl mail he had just received, which contained some materials he had ordered. In order to deal with Lupin's lycanthropy curse, he bought a lot of extra things for his workshop.

"I thought they were friends!" Harry looked emotionally broken and even shed tears.

But Ivy didn't understand anything: "Who is friends with who?"

"Professor Snape and... my father." Harry took off his round glasses and wiped his face roughly.

"Ah——" Ivy showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. He still remembered this scene clearly.

James Potter, a Quidditch star with three good friends, has always liked his classmate Lily Evans, but he doesn't think highly of Severus Snape, who is beside Lily. He often finds various reasons to target him, and he uses his numbers to bully the minority.

Of course, Snape, who had been studying the dark arts since school, was not someone to be trifled with. At least James Potter would never face him alone, but this might also be because the robbers' small groups were always inseparable.

"Professor Snape hates my father... and me..." Harry said, "but why did he save me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Ivy checked the goods in his hand, signed his name on the receipt, and let the owl leave.

Harry just watched his movements without saying a word.

"The lie is out of a professor's responsibility," Ivy conjured up a chair for him to sit on, "The truth is, it's because of your mother."

"But he called her 'Mudblood'..." Harry whispered.

"Humans are so interesting. They are always angry because of their strange self-esteem and will vent this anger on the people they are close to." Ivy took out two plates of snacks and matching tea from the Tome of Destruction. "I believe Professor Snape just didn't mean it."

"Ivy...you seem to know everything..." Harry asked suspiciously, "I saw it from Professor Snape's memory, so how did you know it? Professor Snape probably doesn't like to share his memories..."

Harry paused, then continued, "Legitimate?"

"Hahaha..." Ivy laughed loudly, "I am indeed a master of Legilimency, but I don't really like to pry into other people's minds."

"Believe me, as long as you grow up a little bit, you will find that human troubles are always the same." Ivy said, "and the person you see and know is often not what he really is. Even Dumbledore wanted to rule the world when he was young."

"... that's better than being ruled by Voldemort," Harry muttered. "If Dumbledore once thought about ruling the world, what about you, Ivy?"

"I want to walk the road of magic to the end, and then open up a new road at the end." Ivy's goal has not changed. He not only says this to others, but also to himself.

"Great... That must be a very long journey, right?" Harry thought for a moment, and could only think of the vast sea of books in the library, and then quickly let them all leave his head.

"I can stop by the roadside, enjoy the scenery, and take a rest." Ivy picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"I don't know how to face them..." Harry sighed, "Whether it's Sirius or Professor Snape...the adult world is so complicated...No...they were also in school at that time..."

"Will the world become so complicated when I reach fifth grade?" Harry is only twelve years old this year, but he already doesn't want to grow up.

"It depends on whether you're in an awkward relationship. It's usually people who make things complicated," Ivy replied.

"That's a very good suggestion indeed..." After reviewing the relationship between his parents and Snape, Harry nodded, "What about Sirius and Snape? Do you have any suggestions?"

"I suggest you not to focus too much on the past. The conflict between Sirius and Snape was mainly concentrated in their school days. They are both adults now. You can neither go back to the past and mediate their conflict, nor make them friends. But at least, they are both willing to give their lives for you, although for different reasons." Ivy picked up a piece of egg tart from the plate and took a bite.

"...Did you know that Professor Snape was a Death Eater?" Harry asked again.

"Yes, Dumbledore and I both trust him." Ivy said simply, "Even among the Death Eaters, there are some who really want to fight against Voldemort. In addition to Professor Snape, you will definitely meet wizards who are Death Eaters but resist Voldemort in the future."

"Okay... I understand..." Harry seemed a lot more relieved. "At least Sirius and Professor Snape won't hurt me... By the way, Ivy, Professor Snape has started training me now, but I want Sirius to join in, because Professor Snape always looks tired..."

Harry's voice became lower and lower. He realized that Snape's fatigue might be largely caused by the images he transmitted to him through Legilimency.

Even though he already understood the grudges between the previous generation, Harry still couldn't understand why Snape took pleasure in torturing others, not only Harry himself, but also Neville and other Gryffindor students.

"I'll discuss it with Dumbledore," Ivy replied.

(End of this chapter)