Professor, I Want to Learn This!

Stiff, of course it's stiff.

He certainly knew that Snape was the best Occlumency master, but the problem was that this person was Snape.

If it were anyone else, Sirius would have gone to plead for them without hesitation, but unfortunately, that person was Snape.

The bigger problem is that if he goes to Snape and asks him to teach Harry advanced Occlumency, he will inevitably be met with Snape's merciless ridicule.

Sirius knew all too well just how venomous the slick- Snivellus Old Bat's mouth was.

If you were to visit his office, you would inevitably be subjected to a merciless barrage of sarcastic remarks.

But if we don't ask Snape for this, there's no one more suitable.

Sirius is now in a dilemma.

If he goes in, Snape will disgust him to death; if he goes back... he can't bear to see his good son being bridled and saddled by two women like this in the future.

Seeing his Godfather's dilemma, Harry tentatively asked, "Perhaps... Godfather, maybe we should just forget about it?"

Hearing Harry's words, Sirius had no choice but to go, even if he didn't want to.

"Yes, I absolutely have to go!" Sirius slapped his thigh, displaying an unwavering determination. "Don't worry, Harry! I'll make that old Snivellus agree to let you learn the advanced uses of Occlumency with him!"

Harry was overjoyed to hear his Godfather's words.

"Now I'm saved," he thought smugly.

Sirius is an impatient person; he acts on his impulses.

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

So he immediately left the office, telling Harry to calm down, and headed towards the Potions Class Department office.

Harry sat in his office, waiting listlessly.

He found many letters on Sirius's desk, with hearts drawn on the covers, clearly all of them... well, those kinds of letters.

However, he didn't have a penchant for prying into other people's privacy, so he just glanced at it and continued to sit and wait.

This wait lasted for half an hour.

Harry grew increasingly uneasy as he waited.

Holy crap, have these two already started a duel?

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 rushed to break up the fight, or at least shouted, "Stop fighting!"

Just as he stood up to go out and take a look, Sirius finally returned to his office with a look of utter despair.

"We have the results."

Sirius sighed and sat back in his chair, "Snivellus has agreed to my request. Starting in a little while, you can follow him to learn the advanced applications of Occlumency."

Harry glanced at him; he was clearly... not quite right.

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

"Nothing much." Sirius casually put the letters into the drawer and said to Harry, "Don't worry, Snivellus is actually quite easy to talk to, which surprised me."

Easy to talk to?

who?

Professor Snape?

If the Slytherin or Lily had said this, Harry might have believed it.

but...

Sirius, that Gryffindor...

Putting aside his Gryffindor identity, he was still one of Snape's greatest enemies in his life.

Snape easy to talk to?

"Really? I don't believe it." Harry's mind was already filled with the idea that his Godfather was taken advantage of by Snape, who used various means to blackmail him and ultimately had to make a great sacrifice in exchange for the opportunity to be Extra Lesson by Snape alone.

"What's there to doubt?" Sirius laughed, not understanding what it meant to teach one's son.

"You must have made a tremendous sacrifice to give me this opportunity!"

Harry then got into character, hugging Sirius and saying emotionally, "If it means you have to make a sacrifice to learn advanced applications of Occlumency from Professor Snape, then I'd rather not go!"

Sirius:...

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

"What is all this...?" Sirius said with a dark expression, "No, you've misunderstood, Harry. Snivellus just readily agreed to my request; he didn't try to blackmail me. He wouldn't dare!"

Seeing the Godfather's unwavering conviction, Harry became even more convinced of his own assumptions.

"Then why did you look so utterly hopeless just now..." he asked tentatively.

Sirius's face turned pale.

"It's all because of Hagrid." He shuddered. "I ran into him outside just now, and he actually offered me over a hundred pounds of Rock Cakes. I made up an excuse not to take them, but you know how enthusiastic he is. I had to use all my strength to get rid of him..."

Harry shuddered at the thought of that scene.

Over 100 pounds of Rock Cakes, and fruit leather from Merlin...

"Those pies," Sirius was still gesturing excitedly as he described them to Harry, drawing a circle with his hand, "Those pies! Even Hagrid could barely lift them!"

"That's true." Harry nodded in agreement. "Leaving aside whether you can even bite into these biscuits, it's also unknown how long we'll have to eat them."

Sirius thought for a moment, then glanced back at the tightly closed door.

"Of course, we could ask Hagrid for some." He suddenly had an idea. "We might not be unable to bite those biscuits. When Moony transforms, these hard things can serve as gnawing tools for him—you know, Werewolf have a very strong urge to bite, and these biscuits will be enough to satisfy that urge."

Harry glanced at Sirius and thought to himself, "You really are Lupin's good friend."

However, this is in line with the identity of good brothers. After all, no one would play like this if they weren't really close.

"It's settled then!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly. "I'll go ask Hagrid for some in a bit. The full moon is in a few days, I hope Moony will like them..."

"I..."

Harry thought for a moment and decided to keep quiet.

The older generation loves to play and make a fuss, so let them do it. As the younger generation, there's no need for me to say anything.

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

"It's nothing." Harry shook his head, confirming in his mind that his Godfather probably hadn't signed any unequal treaty with Snape.

"Alright, go ahead." Sirius waved his hand. "I still need to write back to others..."

reply?

Harry immediately perked up.

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

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

Harry was somewhat skeptical of Sirius's answer.

But he couldn't press the issue to find out the truth, so he decided to let it go.

"I'll go find Professor Snape now, Godfather." Harry stood up, ready to slip away.

"Go ahead." Sirius took out a pen and paper, bit off the cap with his teeth, and began to write furiously on the paper.

Harry secretly used an observation Charms to hover above the back of Sirius's head, observing what he was writing.

"My dear..."

Alright, no need to look anymore.

Harry was 100% certain that he was writing letters to some women.

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

To avoid any unforeseen complications, and to prevent Professor Snape from being bribed by Veratia or Cassandra to not teach him Occlumency, Harry decided to act quickly.

At least we need to understand the theory first, and then we can study the rest later, right?

As soon as he knocked on the door and stepped into Snape's office, he heard a greasy, sloppy voice.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Harry followed the sound and saw Professor Snape sitting in his chair, grading students' work, not even bothering to look up at him.

Thinking about 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 his office, and I came as soon as I got the news..."

"Just got back?"

Professor Snape chuckled. "Looks like this Black Dog's off scavenging for trash somewhere else since he left me..."

Harry was relieved; it seemed that, just as his Godfather had said, Snape had agreed readily.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have left so quickly.

"Since your dog Godfather has asked me to teach you the advanced applications of Occlumency, I will reluctantly take on the responsibility, but I don't expect your dull, blockheaded brain to learn anything of any particular level."

Snape began his scathing opening remarks before his lecture, which sounded very distinctive.

Harry had long been accustomed to and accepted Professor Snape's personal characteristic as the epitome of repressive education.

It's not just Harry; every Hogwarts student has gotten used to it, even Slytherin are no exception.

"So, how far have you progressed in your studies?" Professor Snape suddenly asked.

"Clear your mind," Harry said succinctly.

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

"Legilimency!"

A moment later, Snape put down his wand.

He read nothing; there was only a blank page.

"That's quite good," Professor Snape said expressionlessly. "I have nothing more to teach you—please go back."

go back?

How can this be allowed?

How could I let this opportunity slip away after all the hard work I've put in?

"But Professor," Harry said quickly, "This is just the most basic Occlumency. I know that advanced Occlumency can present false memories to others, and I want to learn that!"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and began to stare at Harry, making him feel uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked guiltily.

Professor Snape smirked.

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

"Don't talk about my father, Professor," Harry said, looking up with a sigh. "At least not in front of me, don't you think?"

"Heh." Snape gave him a forced smile, but accepted his suggestion. "It should be admitted that a young wizard your age—no, I forgot, you're not actually a third-year wizard."

Harry thought about it and decided there was no problem.

When he was in third grade a hundred years ago, he was indeed very playful and especially loved being led by Pabbie to wander in the Forbidden Forest.

Cassandra would criticize him for being lazy, arrogant, and hopeless whenever she had the chance.

It's normal for young people to be a little playful; it would be strange if they weren't.

That means such people are one in a million, possessing extraordinary self-control even in childhood.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Harry tried to steer Snape toward the right topic.

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

No reasonable advice?

Harry thought to himself, "This won't do. How can you guide me without my advice?"

Before he could speak, Snape continued, "Break up a Potions, Potter."

Harry felt a little strange, but didn't say anything, and walked over to the cauldron.

"There are materials about Skele-Gro on the table, and the frog's brain is in the small vial below," Professor Snape said succinctly.

Although he didn't know why Snape gave such an order, Harry knew the rules: if you wanted to learn, you had to do what others told you to do.

He thought, "It's just hard work brewing Potions, nothing I can't accept."

He placed the ingredients into the crucible in order, and half an hour later, a Skele-Gro was ready.

To everyone's surprise, Professor Snape didn't even glance at it and coldly said, "Too slow, Potter —you can't go on like this, redo it!"

Harry took a deep breath.

never mind...

He had originally intended to force-feed Snape the Skele-Gro, but after much consideration, he decided against it.

So he went back to the crucible and continued working.

At the same time, he was still thinking about it.

slow?

I can still...

No, this time I'll show you what speed and efficiency really are!

Without hesitation, he took out his wand and guided Ancient Charm to manipulate the cauldron.

Fifty seconds later, a Skele-Gro was successfully made.

"It's done, Professor."

Harry placed the Potions on Professor Snape's desk, his tone neither sad nor happy.

To everyone's surprise, Snape still didn't even lift his eyelids.

"It seems you still remember," he said slowly. "You remember that you, like your mother, are inheritors of Ancient Magic."

Harry felt like he had grasped something, but also like he hadn't.

Seeing his puzzled look, Professor Snape snorted through his nose.

"Perhaps you should go and 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 Charms applications!"

(End of this chapter)