Harry dared to say that even in the magic world, no one who was about to enter the fifth grade had experienced more things than he had this summer vacation.

Of course, he had also experienced many things in the past. If he wrote a book based on his wonderful experiences in the past four years, it might sell better than Gidro Lockhart's work.

After the encounter with the Dementors, his casting of the Guardian Charm to save Dudley, the argument with his aunt's family, the complaint from the Ministry of Magic, and the trial at the Ministry of Magic, Harry was really happy to be able to return to Grimoire Square and see Ron, Hermione, the Weisles, and of course, Sirius.

Especially since the Ministry of Magic's complaint against Harry had been withdrawn, he would not have his wand confiscated, nor would he be suspended from school. When school reopened, he would return to the Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione!

Sirius was a little disappointed that Harry could not live with him, but Harry promised him that she would spend Christmas with him. After a short period of sadness, he was happy for Harry again.

Although the return of Lord Voldemort was not recognized by Forgy, and the Ministry of Magic covered up the news without a reasonable explanation for Cedric's death, and wantonly claimed that Harry and Dumbledore were both crazy.

But at least there was still the Phoenix Society. There was a group of people here who were united and working hard to stop Voldemort from making a comeback. No matter how much trouble there was in the outside world, at least in this house, they did not have to listen to the noise.

George and Fred often vividly read the crazy descriptions of Harry in the Prophet's daily newspaper, which made everyone laugh.

Everyone was in a good mood, and even Sirius had been talking to Klice a lot more kindly recently.

Grimoire Square was now filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere. Everyone was lazing around, enjoying every day when there was no homework, no need to worry about exam results, no need to be detained or confined.

"Knights, move to E3."

"Tsk, you want to eat my bishop?"

Ron's hair was as red as fire under the sun. He supported his chin with one hand and leisurely picked up a golden Bibi Flavored Bean with the other and put it into his mouth. He raised his chin and said vaguely, "Pawn, move forward."

The white chess piece immediately ran to the designated position and swung its long knife at the head of the original owner of the position — Harry's knight. The knight did not want to be outdone. He raised his horse to fight, and the chessboard became a mess.

"Harry?"

While Harry was busy cheering for her knight, Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared at the door of the living room.

"Can you come to the living room for a moment?

Professor Snape has something to say to you. "

"Squash it!"

Stomp it to death, it's just a pawn, you idiot — I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, what did you say? "

"Professor Snape is downstairs in the living room, and he wants to talk to you."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt dizzy. He slowly raised his hand to cover his heart, feeling that it was about to jump out of his chest.

When he knew that Snape was also a member of the Phoenix Society, he was shocked. It turned out that the potion professor who Harry regarded him as an enemy, Severus Snape, had been protecting him all this time!

Of course, Dumbledore had always said that Snape was completely trustworthy, but Harry's doubts were all dispelled when he knew about the existence of the Phoenix Society.

Harry knew Dumbledore well. He might give someone another chance out of kindness, but he would not let that person join the core organization against Lord Voldemort — the Phoenix Society.

But knowing was one thing, the shadow was not so easy to get rid of. His relationship with Snape did not seem to have improved much, no, it seemed that there was no change at all.

Harry felt very guilty at first, but then he realized that Snape did not want his guilt at all. Instead, he hated him even more and bullied him even more.

So after his anger subsided, he continued to hate Snape with a clear conscience. That man wanted this kind of interaction, right?

Luckily, Snape didn't come here often — as if he knew that he wasn't very likable — and he didn't have to face Snape's icy face and the way he looked at him with disgust, as if he was some filthy thing. It was best that they didn't meet.

But today, Snape actually wanted to talk to him?

He widened his emerald green eyes and looked at the others. They were all staring at him, dumbfounded.

Crookshan took the opportunity to jump onto the chessboard happily. He swung his cat's paw and sent the knight and his horse tumbling. The chess pieces screamed and fled in all directions.

"Sss, sss, sss, Snape?"

Harry asked blankly. He turned his head and looked around, as if he could see Snape's black robe suddenly appear in a corner of the living room.

"Professor Snape, dear," Mrs. Weasley said reproachfully. "Come quickly. He said he can't stay for long."

"Snape … Why … Why is he looking for you?"

Ron swallowed his saliva. In the end, he was scared off by the potion professor who lived in the same house as them. He did not dare to call out his name, even though Snape, who was downstairs, could not hear him at all.

Harry was a little out of his wits.

"I don't know," he muttered as he opened the door and walked down. "Maybe it's because I got a T on my homework last time?"

Hermione shuddered. "Oh, that's really terrible!"

Ron suddenly coughed violently and spat out the Flavorful Bean that she had just bitten in half.

"… That's scary. Earwax flavored beans!"

Harry came to the living room and saw Sirius and Snape sitting at the long table. They were staring angrily in opposite directions, their silence filled with disgust for each other.

Snape was still wearing his unchanging black robe. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were tightly pursed. His black eyes emitted a glint that said, "Anyone who comes close will die."

Harry felt that if the square cabinet that greeted him had legs, he would have jumped up and ran as far as he could.

"Hmm … Cough." Harry reported his presence.

Snape turned around, and his shoulder-length black hair swayed with his movement. Harry seemed to have caught a whiff of the fragrance of shampoo, but he couldn't be sure, because his hair looked a little oily and didn't look like it had just been washed.

But then Harry didn't have the heart to think about it. Snape turned around and glared at Harry, making him instantly feel like a disgusting slug.

Harry couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He didn't even know what he was feeling guilty about.

"Sit down, Potter." Snape looked at him meaningfully and said softly.

"I say," Sirius leaned back, tilted up his chair, and said loudly to the ceiling, "I hope you don't give orders here, slug. This is my home."

Snape's black eyes slowly narrowed as he looked coldly at Sirius.

Harry hesitated for a moment and sat opposite Snape, trying to control himself from trembling.

It was great. When enemies met, their eyes would turn red.

But he doubted that Sirius would be able to take advantage of him.

Snape was never a person who was willing to be taken advantage of.

Sure enough —

"I should have talked to you alone, Potter." Snape's lips curled into his usual sneer. Although he was talking to Harry, he was looking at Sirius. "But Blake doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word 'alone' —

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"I'm Harry's godfather!

I have the right to know what you're going to do to my godson, you damn slug! "Sirius slammed the chair leg back to the floor, his voice even louder.

"Although it's Dumbledore's orders," Snape said, his voice getting colder and colder, "I won't force you to leave, Blake. I know you like to have … a sense of participation."

"What do you mean?" Sirius gritted his teeth and asked.

"I'm just saying that I think you must be very — ah — annoyed that you can't do anything useful for the Phoenix Society." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "useful."

"But it's understandable. The noble heir of the Blake family shouldn't have the chance to do such dangerous work. After all … this is your home."

He slowly looked around the room, his gaze lingering on the exquisite relief sculpture on the wall for a long time. Harry knew that it was the Blake family's emblem.

This time, it was Sirius's turn to be red with anger. He hated it when people mentioned his background, not to mention that he had to stay in this house that he had desperately tried to escape from.

"You —"

Snape won the battle with one move. He coldly curled his lips and turned to Harry with a victorious smile.

"The principal asked me to inform you, Potter. He hopes that I will teach you the Brain Occlusion Technique this semester."

"Learn — what?" Harry was stunned by Snape's smile just now, so he appeared to be in a daze.

Snape glanced at him with disgust, and his heart instantly sank as if it had been frozen by a block of ice.

"The Brain Occlusion Technique is a technique to prevent the mind from being invaded by external forces.

I don't expect you to have heard of such an obscure technique — just like how we can't expect monsters to be able to think. "Snape's tone was harsh.

Snape was going to teach him alone. Harry's heart started beating again, and it was beating even more intensely.

"Why do I have to learn — this thing?" He asked, his green eyes looking straight at Snape.

"Because the principal thinks it's necessary."

Snape hurriedly looked away. His tone was still full of disdain, but he didn't spit venom again because of his impolite attitude.

Maybe it was Harry's frightened and dull expression that greatly pleased him, or maybe it was for some other reason, but he didn't seem to want to look into Harry's eyes.

Harry had an unrealistic feeling of floating.

Being tutored by Snape alone, being alone with him for two hours, but he hated her to the core. Furthermore, it was in a dark cellar that was comparable to an ice cave and had many horrifying specimens on display. Was this a punishment or a reward to her?

He turned his gaze to Sirius in a daze.

Snape snorted disdainfully.

"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?"

Sirius interpreted his godson's wandering gaze as a signal for help under extreme fear, and asked aggressively, "Why you?"

"I think it's because the principal has the right to assign unpleasant tasks," Snape arrogantly raised his eyebrows, "I assure you, I didn't want to come here."

He stood up, "I'll wait for you in my office every Monday night at six o 'clock, Potter.

If anyone asks, just say it's a tutoring session for Potions. Anyone who has seen your performance in my class won't deny that it's necessary. "

He turned around and gracefully walked to the large, exquisitely carved cabinet. He bent his finger and casually knocked on it, "Oriental rosewood?"

Snape's black eyes were as cold as ever, but there was a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, "Of course, only the noble Black family can afford it." As expected, Sirius roared again.