In fact, everyone was in a good mood these days, although Neville's parents' experience really made everyone uncomfortable for several days, but Mr. Weasley's improvement day by day greatly dispelled this sadness.

As the holiday draws to a close, Harry becomes more and more unnatural, and the reason for this is none other than the decision of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, sticking her head into his and Ron's bedroom, where they were playing wizarding chess, with Hermione watching. Ginny and Crookshan, having a good time, while Van Lin said there was something to discuss with Sirius.

"Can you go down to the kitchen?" the professor wanted to say something to you. Harry didn't immediately remember what she said, one of his castles was violently attacked by one of Ron's pawns and he was cheering it on excitedly.

"Squash him - squash him, he's just a pawn, you're stupid. I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, what were you talking about?"

"Professor Snape, dear. In the kitchen, he's going to say something to you. Harry's mouth opened in extreme disgust.

He was looking around at Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, who were yawning at him. Crook Hill, that Hermione couldn't be easily suppressed for the first fifteen minutes, happily jumping around the conference table, running around in hidden places, and howling louder than anyone else.

"Snape?" said Harry, blankly.

"Professor Snape, my dear," Mrs. Weasley said incredulously. "Now it's over, hurry up, he said he couldn't stay long. ”

"What does he want to do to you?" said Ron, looking discouraged after Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room.

"You didn't do anything, did you?"

"No!" said Harry angrily, racking his brains for what he had done to make Snape chase after the old house. Because he got a "T" on his last assignment?

A minute or two later, he pushed open the kitchen door and found Sirius, Van Lin, and Snape on the long kitchen table, sitting in opposite directions. There was silence between Sirius and Snape due to their mutual dislike for each other. A letter was opened and placed on the table in front of Sirius.

"Well," Harry said, to show his presence. Snape looked around at him, his face enclosed between greasy black hair. "Sit down, Potter. ”

"You know," Sirius said loudly, cocking his feet behind his chair and speaking to the ceiling, "if you hadn't been sent here, Snape, I think I'd have liked it better. It's my house, you know. ”

A terrible flush spread across Snape's pale face. Harry sat in a chair next to Sirius, facing Snape across the table.

"I want to see you alone, Potter," Snape said, a familiar sneer curling his mouth, "but Blake—"

"I'm his godfather," Sirius said, in a louder than usual tone.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders," said Snape, on the contrary, becoming quieter and more irritable, "but stay by all means, Blake, and I know you like to feel it." It's tricky. ”

"What is 'speculation'?" Sirius said, thudging all four legs of the chair back to the ground.

"But I'm sure you must feel—ah—frustrated that you can't do anything useful," Snape said with a subtle pressure on him, "for the Phoenix Order." ”

"Can't do anything useful?" Sirius was angry, "your eyes should have fallen on the basement, soaked in stinking water......"

"So, you think you can teach?" said Snape dismissively.

As Snape prepared to take Harry, his lips moved in victory. "The Headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that he wants you to learn the Occlumency spell. ”

"Learn what?" said Harry, blankly.

Snape's sneer became even more pronounced. "Occlumency, Porter. This mental defense magic to defend against invasions from the outside. A vague branch of magic, but a highly useful spell. ”

Harry's heart began to throb rapidly. Defend against outside incursions? But he wasn't obsessed, they had already decided on that.

"Why do I have to study?" Harry blurted out.

"Because the Headmaster thought it was a good idea," Snape said calmly. "You're going to have a private lesson once a week, but you don't tell anyone what you're doing, at least not Umbridge. You know what?"

"Yes," Harry said. "Who's going to teach me?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I," he said.

Harry had a terrible feeling that his interior was melting. Snape's extra lesson—what did he deserve on earth?, he looked quickly at Sirius for support.

"Why didn't Dumbledore teach Harry?" Sirius asked aggressively. "Why you?"

"I think that's because it's not fun for a headmaster to use his prerogatives to appoint representatives," Snape said tactfully. "I promise I didn't ask for the job. He stood up. "I want you to be at six o'clock every Monday evening, Potter. My office. If someone asks about it, you say remedial pharmacy lessons. People who haven't seen you in my class can deny that you need to do that. ”

He was ready to leave, his black traveling cloak flying behind him.

"Wait," Sirius said, sitting straight in his chair. Snape turned back to face them, scoffing.

"I'm busy, Blake. Unlike you, I don't have that much free time. ”

"I'm just to the point," Sirius said, standing up. He was taller than Snape, Harry noticed, and Harry made sure he clenched his fist in the pocket of his cloak, clutching his wand. "If I hear you're punishing Harry with a lesson in Occlumency, you'll see. ”

"How touching," Snape scoffed. "But you must have noticed that Potter resembles his father?"

"Yes, I noticed," Sirius said haughtily.

"Well, well, you'll see how arrogant he is, that criticism is a simple temptation for him," Snape said tactfully.

Sirius pushed his chair aside in a frustrated manner, strode around the table towards Snape, and drew his wand as he went out. Snape took out his own. They looked at each other, Sirius looking furious, and Snape thought as his eyes met Sirius's wand pointed at the end of his face.

"Sirius!" Harry said loudly, but Sirius told him to leave him alone.

"I've warned you, hooknose," Sirius said, his face looking at one of Snape's feet, "I don't care if Dumbledore's innovations, I know better-"

"Oh, but why didn't you tell him that?" Snape whispered. "Or are you afraid that he won't listen to the advice of a useless man?"