The last day of the holiday has arrived.

Harry, who stayed at 12 Grimmauld Place, couldn't be happier.

In addition to the dream that haunted him, there was another reason.

In Harry and Ron's bedroom, the two of them were playing wizarding chess.

Ginny and Crookhill watched from the sidelines.

They watched as Harry's car fought fiercely with Ron's pawns, and Harry was excitedly cheering the car on.

"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley called to Harry, sticking her head through the door, "would you come to the kitchen?" ”

"Professor Snape has something to say to you."

Harry, who was still happy, seemed to have been poured cold water, and he had a feeling of being at a loss, as if he didn't understand.

"Professor Snape is in the kitchen, and he wants to talk to you." Mrs. Weasley repeated.

Harry's mouth opened wide in horror as he looked at the others, all of whom were staring at Harry dumbfounded.

"Snape?" Harry was confused.

He didn't know what Snape could do to him, but Mrs. Weasley urged him a little more and left.

"What is he looking for you?" Ron was nervous, even though he was at the Order of the Phoenix, he still had a fear of the old bat, "You didn't do anything, did you?" ”

"Nope!" Harry said indignantly, what do you mean you did?

He desperately remembered what he might have done, what had brought Snape to Grimmauld Place.

Could it be because he got a 't' on his last potions job?

In the process of reminiscing, he walked outside the kitchen.

Pushing open the kitchen door, he saw Sirius and Snape sitting there.

The two men sat at the end of the long table in disgust, as if they had something dirty with each other.

Sirius glared angrily in the opposite direction, and both of them almost had their disgust written on their faces.

Harry noticed that Sirius had an open letter in front of him.

The atmosphere was shattered by Harry's voice.

Snape's long face under his long, greasy hair that had not been washed for many years turned back.

"Sit down, Potter."

Still in the familiar tone of yin and yang, Sirius cocked his chair like a lit powder keg and shouted at the ceiling, "I hope you don't dictate from me, this is my house." ”

Snape looked coldly, his face ugly.

Harry didn't want to sit with Snape, so he sat down next to his godfather.

"I should have been talking to you alone, Potter," Snape sneered habitually.

"I'm his godfather!" Sirius' voice overshadowed Snape's words.

Snape really wanted to get up and give him a deadtongue charm at this time, but he put up with it.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders," Snape's voice grew sinister, "but stay, Blake, I know you like to be involved." ”

Sirius, who was about to leave after hearing Dumbledore, slammed the foot of his chair on the ground, "What do you mean?" ”

Snape ignored Sirius and turned a playful smile to Harry, "Headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, that he wants you to learn Occlumency this semester. ”

Harry didn't understand, and asked in a daze, "What to study?" ”

"Occlumency, Potter," Snape's sneer became more pronounced, as if he were looking at a wood that didn't grow, "Keeping the mind safe from outside is a cold spell, but very useful." ”

Harry's heart was beating violently to prevent an invasion?

Did Dumbledore think he would possess him?

On the first day he returned from Christmas, he discussed with Ginny, who had been possessed, that he was not possessed.

Feeling suspicious, he craned his neck and asked, "Why should I learn this?" ”

"Because the Headmaster thinks it's necessary," Snape softened, "and you can't tell anyone about counseling once a week, you know?" ”

"Understood." Harry brushed his emotions and felt that he might be making a big fuss, "Who's going to teach me?" ”

Speaking of which, Harry saw a playful look on Snape's face for the second time.

He raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly, "Personally." ”

At this moment, Harry felt his internal organs melt.

He was wrong, and this is the punishment.

What did you do wrong, and you should be punished so severely.

He hurriedly turned his gaze to Sirius for help.

Sirius, who had always been at odds with Snape, blew up unsurprisingly.

"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Sirius had reason to suspect that the snot spirit would deliberately make things difficult for his godson, and aggressively asked, "Why you?" ”

"I suppose it's because the Headmaster has the right to delegate unpleasant missions," Snape said with a playful expression for the third time, in a smooth tone, "as for why me?" ”

"I can assure you, it's not what I'm coming." He looked at Sirius' angry expression with a particularly pleasant expression, "Wait for you in my office at six o'clock on Monday night, Potter. ”

"If you don't like to learn from me, you can change someone."

"Someone else?" Harry was stunned, and Sirius slapped the table and said, "Then change people!" ”

"The other man is," Snape said in a sinister manner, "John Wick." ”

As soon as the name came out, Sirius felt that his wound was showing signs of recurrence, and he gasped.

"Why John?" Harry hurriedly asked, "I mean, John, he's not from the Order of the Phoenix. ”

"So you don't have a choice," Snape glanced at Harry, "the only person who is proficient in this magic at Hogwarts is John Wick besides me. ”

He completely interrupted Harry's thoughts, Dumbledore didn't teach, then only Snape could.

John Wick would, but would he teach you?

Snape said in a strange tone, "You'd better learn it quickly, before your brain goes bad." ”

"Wait!" Sirius stood up and warned, "If you bully Harry in the name of teaching, I'll settle accounts with you." ”

"How moving," Snape sneered, clenching his wand in the pocket of his cloak, "You must have noticed that Potter resembles his father, right?" ”

"Not bad." Sirius was proud of his brother for having such a son.

"Then you should know that he is as proud and arrogant as his father, and criticism is like a deaf ear to him." Snape's words came out like a slippery snake into Sirius's ears, making him furious.

"I warned you, snot!" Sirius didn't even listen to Harry's words, and he drew his wand with a grim face, "Dumbledore may think you've made a good change, but I don't think so. ”

"Oh, then why didn't you tell him?" Snape said sarcastically, "Are you worried that he won't take the words of the people hiding in his mother's house seriously?" ”

"I almost forgot, even if you were hiding here, you almost had an arm cut off." Snape scoffed unabashedly.

Sirius raised his wand, as did Snape, neither of them letting anyone.

In the midst of this tension, the kitchen door was pushed open.

It was Mr. Weasley who had recovered.

He was followed by the Weasleys and Hermione.

When they saw this, their smiles stiffened.

Snape broke the silence and said to Harry, "Monday night at six o'clock, Potter. ”

As he walked by, he whispered, "John Wick won't help you, you'd better not hang around in front of him." ”

He was suspicious that John might have another spell besides Occlumency.

And Harry's empty head was full of holes, and it was best not to appear in John's presence.

With that, he walked away.

...

The holiday is over.

One after another, people are returning to school.

John saw Daphne standing in the foyer, her beautiful gray-blue eyes looking around for Pansy's traces.

Next to the stairs outside the foyer, Pansy had a bitter face and didn't dare to raise her head.

The two men stood like this for almost an hour, and finally Daphne saw John appear, screamed and ran away.

Pansy was relieved and ran almost as fast as she could, running through the hallway towards the Slytherin Lounge.

"Did she forget that they were in a dormitory?" Malfoy complained.

John saw Astoria come back, and she ran off to Finland to go skiing.

Although Mr. Greengrass doesn't feel that there is any fun, who makes his daughter filial.

Mr. Greengrass: This padded jacket is filial to me.

When Malfoy saw Astoria, he immediately ran down to help her with her luggage.

John watched Malfoy in silence and looked up to see an owl flying over.

Stretching out his arm to make a foothold for the owl, the owl was kicked away by Basil falling from the sky before the owl could land.

Snatching the owl's letter, Basil flew to John's arm and stood.

The poor owl screamed twice in protest, and was so frightened by Basil's look that he hurried away.

Opening the letter, John raised an eyebrow and said, "That's fast." ”

"Dear Mr. John Wick, please arrive at Wizengamot at four p.m. on January 9 for the conferment."

Next week, John will be able to be honoured.

With a smile on his lips, he put the letter away.

He saw Harry coming with heavy steps, said hello to Hermione, and left.

...

Some people died, but not completely......