Sirius's Lessons in Picking Up Girls

The Potions Department is located on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Professor Snape was looking at Harry with a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

"So you want to learn how to fabricate false memories?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded repeatedly.

Snape seemed to snort, squinted at Harry for a long time, and slowly said, "Then why don't you go find your dog Godfather? You should know that I am just a professor of Potions, while your dog Godfather is an assistant professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

When he said this, Snape emphasized the word "assistant teacher" very much.

It was as if he was implying something.

In fact, Harry also understood Snape's implied meaning.

It's nothing more than giving Sirius, and then expressing reluctance.

The words imply, "You should find someone else; I'm not being modest."

Harry took a deep breath, but considering that Professor Snape was a master of Occlumency —a fact proven by history, given that he was able to act as a double agent under Voldemort, the Legilimency, it was clear that his Occlumency had reached its peak.

"But I've heard that you're a master of Occlumency," Harry said with a forced smile. "Professor Dumbledore mentioned it once, and I kept it in mind... and immediately I thought of you as the most outstanding user of Occlumency."

Snape was somewhat dazed. Although he had reached a kind of reconciliation with James Potter, seeing that face admit to him that he was the "Master" was enough to give him a heartfelt sense of satisfaction.

good.

very good...

He looked again and saw a pair of green eyes staring at him, watery and looking so familiar...

ah...

Lily...

He was initially somewhat resistant, but now that he thinks about it... it's not entirely unacceptable.

But we can't let Potter get away with it so easily.

"Snort."

Professor Snape gave a haughty snort, looked Harry in the eyes again, and said, "Since you want to learn the advanced applications of Occlumency, then show some sincerity, Potter."

"Sincerity?" Harry was completely baffled.

No, what more sincerity do you need?

"Since you believe your Godfather isn't particularly skilled in Occlumency, then..."

As Snape spoke, his eyes gleamed with an evil light.

"If you can get him to convince me, then... I wouldn't mind teaching you advanced applications of Occlumency..."

Harry thought about it and realized that it made sense.

Snape didn't owe him anything, so there's no reason why he should be expected to come and teach him as soon as he asks.

If it were Lily who spoke, there would definitely be no problem.

But he didn't have a deep relationship with Professor Snape, and his father had some minor conflicts with Snape... Although the two had reconciled, they still disliked each other.

so...

Then let's show some sincerity.

"Yes, Professor," Harry said quickly, "I'll get my Godfather here..."

With that, he quickly slipped out of Snape's office, not wanting to linger at all.

He went to Professor Lupin's office immediately.

Sirius was Lupin's teaching assistant, so he would also be in the office during the day to answer students' questions.

When Harry arrived, several sixth-grade girls were chatting with Sirius in the office.

It was clear that Sirius was a little impatient, but he hid it well.

If Harry hadn't been so familiar with him and seen him rubbing his little finger on the table, he might have been fooled by his patient demeanor.

As Sirius watched Harry walk into the office, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, students," Sirius clapped his hands and said to the girls in front of him, "I have some personal matters to attend to. If you have any other questions, please come to my office later or tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Professor."

The girls stood up somewhat reluctantly, then left Sirius's office laughing and joking.

Harry seemed to understand something.

These girls came to Sirius's office not to ask him any questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts Sirius, they were definitely there for Sirius himself.

Nothing more.

The Godfather eats the general.

No wonder these female classmates are infatuated with him. Every day, they randomly refresh in the castle like perverts waiting for the tram, waiting for Sirius...

"What's wrong?" Sirius picked up a damp towel from the side, wiped his hands, and asked Harry with a smile, "Does this feel strange?"

"No," Harry held up one finger, with a 'that's more like it's true' look on his face, "I'd be surprised if there weren't any female students in your office."

"The way you're talking makes it sound like I'm not a good person." Sirius laughed, lifting the hem of his jacket with one hand and putting his hands on his hips, looking very cool and flamboyant.

If one were unaware of the feud between Sirius and Snape, seeing Snape's repeated malice towards him year after year, most people would misunderstand and assume that Snape was jealous of Sirius's good looks, which is why he targeted him.

But who knows the truth?

In Western societies, nerds like Snape are very unpopular; the popular ones are athletes, and James is one of the most sought-after.

Perhaps their views are somewhat distorted; in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, it's perfectly natural for athletes to bully bookworms...

And teachers...

Ah, unlike Ceres, where no one dares to bully a child who does well in school...

"You really are..." Harry hesitated several times before choosing a different word to avoid hurting Sirius too much. "You're rather dashing."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Sirius was overjoyed by his son's praise. He tossed his flowing hair and flashed a dazzlingly handsome smile.

This guy... doesn't like wearing robes at school, preferring leather jackets to show off his unruly personality.

As it turns out, his punk-style outfit really appealed to witches; you could say that from eighty-eight years old to eight years old, they all found it hard to resist his... unconventional handsomeness.

Of course, this excludes the Slytherin with their peculiar aesthetics.

What's somewhat puzzling is that the house with the most female fans of Sirius is Ravenclaw.

It's safe to say that no Ravenclaw girl could resist Sirius's charm.

"So what's up?" Sirius sat back down in his chair, crossed his legs, and asked, "At this hour... shouldn't you be spending time with your girlfriends?"

Harry suddenly looked embarrassed.

Even though he's thick-skinned now, he still couldn't help but blush when he heard "several girlfriends".

no way.

"Of course, there's something," Harry said carefully, choosing his words. "Do you remember when Cassandra said she'd teach me Occlumency?"

"I remember." Sirius nodded, then asked Harry, "What? Did she keep something from me? But I don't think she would do that, do I? After all, Voldemort seems to have some connection with you."

"No, that's not it," Harry said. "I've mastered Occlumency, and now I can empty my brain in an instant to prevent Occlumency from invading."

"Really?" Sirius asked with a chuckle.

"Of course," Harry nodded.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sirius produced a wand from somewhere and pointed it at Harry.

"Legilimency!"

In a flash, Harry cleared his mind.

After Sirius read a blank screen, he exited Legilimency mode, clapped his hands, and said, "Not bad. Whether it's your reaction or your level of Legilimency, you've done very well... Don't you think that's enough?"

"A little," Harry said to Sirius after choosing his words carefully, "I'd like to expand my knowledge of Occlumency..."

Sirius nodded in agreement upon hearing Harry's words.

"Excellent, excellent, your idea is very correct—one cannot be satisfied with temporary achievements. I am very pleased that you want to pursue further studies after mastering Occlumency, Harry..."

As he said this, Sirius wiped his eyes.

"If only James could see this..."

At this point, Sirius asked again, "That should be something to be happy about... But I still have to tell you, Harry, unfortunately, my skill in Occlumency is not very deep. I can only do what you have. If you want to modify memories, it is not within my area of expertise—perhaps you should ask your girlfriends, such as Miss Grindelwald or Miss Malfoy."

"I know..." Harry sighed. "They both said that's enough. I should focus on applying Charms instead of wasting time here."

Sirius raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

He's made some progress...

"Why?" he asked.

"Veratia said," Harry began to organize his thoughts, "That is, she meant that I don't need to be a double agent, so I don't need to learn such advanced Occlumency — Cassandra meant the same thing, anyway, that's what they both think."

"They have a point," Sirius nodded. "If that's the reason, it's unassailable—so what do you think?"

"I still want to continue learning, but I feel like they definitely have something else in mind..." Harry glanced at Sirius and said again, "Godfather, you've always understood women best, so that's why I came to ask your opinion, right?"

Sirius laughed when he heard Harry's words.

"You're right, Harry," he said. "But then again, a woman's heart is the most difficult thing to understand in the world. Even if you used up all the Parchment in the Magical World, you still couldn't write even a fraction of it..."

Harry was filled with awe upon hearing this.

"Is it that scary?"

"Of course." Sirius chuckled. "Every woman is different, and within each type there are all sorts of subcategories. Perhaps this woman has one personality, and that woman has another—tell me, even Miss Malfoy, are you sure you can understand what she's really thinking?"

Harry thought for a moment, then let out a drawn-out "uh".

"Uh—no."

"That's right." Sirius clapped his hands and said earnestly, "So what you need to do most is not to fully understand women's hearts, that's futile... What you need to know most is how to make them happy."

"What if you can't make her happy no matter what you do?" Harry asked tentatively. "What if you have a girlfriend you can't make happy no matter what you do?"

Sirius sneered.

"Then I'm going to be unhappy—if you don't break up with a girlfriend like that, are you going to keep her around to spend Christmas with you?"

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

"Always remember this, Harry," Sirius said earnestly. "A woman who truly loves you won't act like you're describing—she will definitely get angry, but that's only because you've done something to upset her... But a woman who truly loves you will understand your predicament, so she will never be unreasonable at an inappropriate time."

"What if there is?"

Harry seems to be aiming for four of a kind but insists on going for the double—I'm going to go for the double anyway.

"That means she doesn't love you enough," Sirius said succinctly. "I've made myself very clear, Harry. No one will love you forever, but there will always be someone who loves you—that's the principle of 'the key lies in the heart.'"

Harry nodded blankly, but he had taken Sirius's words to heart.

"But let's get back to the topic," Harry said to Sirius, "Why won't they let me learn the advanced applications of Occlumency?"

"Oh, the reason is simple." Sirius smiled mysteriously, "These two women love you very much, and they are both quite controlling... So, the reason they didn't teach you Occlumency a hundred years ago is that they wanted to know what you were thinking."

"But they still taught them," Harry shrugged.

"That's because they had no other choice." Sirius smiled. "They made some concessions, but only to a limited extent..."

"Well..."

Harry sighed. "What can we do? Besides those two, who else knows advanced applications of Occlumency? Dumbledore?"

Sirius quickly refuted Harry's claim.

"No, Dumbledore's been very busy lately," he said to Harry. "He doesn't know what he's been up to lately, always going to France and Eastern Europe... As for why, he's been very tight-lipped about it... Let me think, let me think..."

However, after thinking for a while, Sirius really couldn't think of any suitable candidates.

"Huh?" Harry suddenly held up a finger. "What about Professor Snape? I remember he was an undercover agent..."

Sirius's face stiffened upon hearing Harry's words.

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