The last day of vacation has arrived.
Harry, who stayed at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, couldn't be happier.
There was another reason besides the dream that was bothering him.
In Harry and Ron's bedroom, the two of them were playing wizard chess.
Ginny and Crookshanks looked on.
They watched Harry's car fight fiercely with Ron's pawns, and Harry was excitedly pumping gas into the car.
"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley stuck her head in the door and called to Harry, "will you come to the kitchen for a moment?"
"Professor Snape has something to tell you."
Harry, who was still happy at first, seemed to have been poured cold water on him. He felt at a loss, as if he didn't understand.
"Professor Snape is in the kitchen. He wants to talk to you." Mrs. Weasley repeated.
Harry opened his mouth in horror and looked at several other people, who all stared at Harry in shock.
"Snape?" Harry was confused.
He didn't know what Snape could do to him, but Mrs. Weasley urged her and left.
"Why is he looking for you?" Ron was uneasy. Even though he was in the Order of the Phoenix, he was still afraid of the old bat. "You didn't do anything, did you?"
"No!" Harry said angrily, what did he do?
He tried desperately to remember what he might have done, what kind of event would have brought Snape to Grimmauld Place.
Could it be because he got a 't' on his last potions assignment?
In the process of reminiscing, he walked outside the kitchen.
After opening the kitchen door, he saw Sirius and Snape sitting there.
The two people sat across the long table, each sitting at the end of the table in disgust, as if there was something dirty between them.
Sirius glared angrily in the opposite direction, and both of them almost had disgust written directly on their faces.
Harry noticed that Sirius had an open letter in front of him.
The atmosphere was broken by the sound Harry made.
Snape's long face under the greasy hair that had not been washed for many years turned around.
"Sit down, Potter."
Still in the familiar sinister tone, Sirius tilted his chair up like a ignited powder keg and shouted at the ceiling, "I hope you won'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 on his lips.
"I'm his godfather!" Sirius' voice shouted over Snape's words.
Snape really wanted to get up and cast a locking spell on him at this moment, but he still endured it.
"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders," Snape's voice became increasingly sinister, "But please stay, Black. I know you like to feel involved."
Sirius, who was about to leave after hearing Dumbledore, dropped the chair leg heavily to 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 learn Occlumency this semester."
Harry didn't understand and asked blankly, "Study what?"
"Occlumency, Potter," Snape's sneer became more obvious, as if he was looking at a piece of wood that was not improving. "Preventing the mind from external intrusions is a remote magic, but it is very useful."
Harry's heart beat violently to prevent outside invasion?
Did Dumbledore think he would be possessed?
He had discussed it with the once-possessed Ginny on his first day back at Christmas, and he was not possessed.
He felt that he was being suspected, and asked, "Why should I learn this thing?"
"Because the Headmaster thinks it is necessary," Snape softened his tone, "I will receive tutoring once a week, and I cannot tell anyone. Do you understand?"
"Understood." Harry suppressed his emotions and felt that he might have made a fuss out of a molehill. "Who will teach me?"
Speaking of this question, Harry saw a playful expression on Snape's face for the second time.
He raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly: "Myself."
At this moment, Harry felt like his insides were melting.
He was wrong and this was punishment.
What wrong thing did he do to deserve such severe punishment?
He hurriedly turned his seeking eyes to Sirius.
Sirius, who had always been at odds with Snape, exploded as expected.
"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Sirius had reason to suspect that the snot-nosed man 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 to others," Snape showed a playful expression for the third time and said in a smooth tone, "As for why me?"
"I can assure you, this is not what I came for." He looked at Sirius's angry expression with great pleasure, "I'll meet you in my office at six o'clock on Monday evening, Potter."
"If you don't like studying with me, you can find someone else."
"Change someone?" Harry was stunned, and Sirius slapped the table and said, "Then change someone!"
"The other one is," Snape said 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 hurriedly: "I mean, John is not from the Order of the Phoenix."
"So you have no choice," Snape glanced at Harry, "The only person in Hogwarts who is proficient in this magic is John Wick."
He completely interrupted Harry's thoughts. If Dumbledore didn't teach him, then only Snape could.
John Wick can do it, but can he teach you?
Snape said in a sinister tone: "You'd better learn it quickly before your brain goes bad."
"Wait a minute!" Sirius stood up and warned: "If you bully Harry in the name of teaching, I will settle the score with you."
"How touching," Snape sneered, clenching his wand in his cloak pocket, "You must have found that Potter looks a lot like his father, right?"
"Not bad." Sirius was proud that his brother had such a son.
"Then you should know that he is as proud and arrogant as his father, and criticism is deaf to him." The words Snape spat out were like slippery snakes, worming their way into Sirius's ears, making him extremely angry.
"I warned you, Snotlout!" Sirius didn't even listen to Harry's words. He pulled out his wand with a livid face, "Dumbledore may think you have reformed, but I don't think so."
"Oh, then why didn't you tell him?" Snape said sarcastically, "Are you worried that he wouldn't take the words of the people hiding at my mother's house seriously?"
"I almost forgot, even if you were hiding here, you almost had an arm chopped off." Snape sneered unabashedly.
Sirius raised his wand, and Snape did the same, neither of them giving way to the other.
Just when the situation was tense, the kitchen door was pushed open.
It was Mr. Weasley who had recovered from his illness.
Behind him were the Weasleys and Hermione.
When they saw this scene, their smiles froze.
Snape broke the silence and said to Harry: "Monday evening at six o'clock, Potter."
As he passed by, he whispered: "John Wick won't help you. You'd better not hang around in front of him."
He actually doubted that John might have another magic besides Occlumency.
And Harry's empty head was full of holes, so it was best not to appear in front of John.
After saying that, he walked away.
...
The holiday is over.
People are returning to school one after another.
John saw Daphne standing in the hall, her beautiful gray-blue eyes looking around for Pansy.
Next to the stairs outside the foyer, Pansy had a grimace on her face, not daring to show her head.
The two stood like this for almost an hour. Finally, when Daphne saw John appearing, she screamed and ran away.
Pansy was so relieved that she ran across the hall to the Slytherin common room as fast as she could.
"Did she forget that they are in the same dormitory?" Malfoy complained.
John saw Astoria come back and she had gone skiing in Finland.
Although Mr. Greengrass didn't think it was fun, he made his daughter feel filial.
Mr. Greengrass: This cotton-padded jacket is a tribute to me.
Malfoy saw Astoria and immediately ran down to help her get her luggage.
John silently watched Malfoy's attentiveness, and looked up to see an owl flying over.
He stretched out his arms to make a place for the owl to settle down. Before the owl had time to settle down, Basil fell from the sky and kicked him away.
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 quickly.
Opening the letter, John raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so fast."
"Dear Mr. John Wick, please arrive at the Wizengamot at four o'clock in the afternoon on January 9th for the investiture."
Next week, John will be knighted.
With a smile on his face, he put the letter away.
He saw Harry coming with heavy steps, said hello to Hermione and left.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
