At six o 'clock in the evening, Harry's nervousness reached its peak. Even when Qiu Zhang came to greet him, he couldn't relax a bit.

Every time he took a step towards Snape's office, he had to take a deep breath.

Snape must be happy to see him trembling with fear, Harry thought angrily.

He stopped outside the door for a while to calm his heart.

Then he took a deep breath and said the password.

The door opened. It was a dark room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves. Sticky animal and plant specimens floated in colorful potions.

Harry didn't see Snape. He sighed, put his bag on the table, and looked around.

"Put away your stupid look, Potter."

Snape suddenly appeared from the shadows. His black figure exuded an aura that kept people away. Harry was so scared that he took a deep breath and almost coughed.

"I — I didn't know you were there —" Harry was at a loss. He didn't know what to say.

"This may not be an ordinary class, Potter." Snape's black eyes narrowed dangerously. "But I'm still your teacher. You have to answer me 'Sir' or 'Professor' at all times."

"Yes … Yes, Sir." Harry bit his lip and calmed down.

Surprisingly, Snape didn't continue to humiliate him. He just looked at Harry quietly for a few seconds, then turned around and sat down behind the table.

"Close the door behind you and sit down."

Harry did as he was told. When he turned around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, Potter, you know what you're doing here."

He said, "The principal asked me to teach you the Brain Seal spell. I can only hope that you're smarter than you were in the Potions class."

"Yes, Sir." Harry didn't dare to say more.

"Very good. The Brain Seal spell. I told you in your godfather's house that this spell can prevent the mind from being affected by magic."

"I, I'll learn it diligently, Sir."

Harry mustered up the courage to look straight into Snape's cold black eyes. He stuttered as he tried to improve their terrible relationship.

Snape stared at him for a while. He didn't comment on his words. Instead, he said contemptuously, "You should have figured it out by now, Potter.

The Black Devil is very good at reading minds.

”

"What does that mean, Sir?"

"That is, he can extract feelings and memories from another person's mind.

”

"Can't he read people's minds?" Harry asked immediately.

If that's the case, he could see a person's memories, including the most private parts.

"You're distracted, Potter," Snape said coldly.

He frowned suspiciously and looked at him strangely.

Harry blushed.

"You don't understand the subtle differences. This is one of the flaws that makes you so bad at making potions."

Snape didn't let go of any opportunity to attack Harry. He was satisfied to see the green-eyed boy's depressed expression again. Then he continued, "Only Muggles can 'read people's minds'.

The mind is not a book that can't be casually flipped through.

Thoughts are also not engraved in the skull that can't be read by others.

The brain is a complex, multilayered thing, Potter — — — —

At least most brains are like that. "

Obviously, Snape didn't think that Harry's brain was what he meant by "most brains."

Harry looked down and listened expressionlessly as Snape skillfully embedded sarcasm into the lesson and turned it into venom to spray at him. He felt a little helpless.

"Now take out your magic wand, Potter."

Snape stood up, walked in front of him, and said to him condescendingly, "You can use your magic wand to disarm my weapon, or use any other method you can think of to defend yourself."

"Wh-what?" Harry looked at Snape's magic wand pointed at him, not knowing what to do.

"I'm going to enter your brain," Snape said softly. "Use all the methods you can think of to defend yourself.

Now, get ready!

Mind Extraction! "

The green eyes suddenly became blank. The images that Harry didn't have time to hide appeared in front of Snape's eyes: the five year old Harry looking at his cousin riding on a new red bicycle with envy; the nine year old Harry being chased to a tree by his aunt's dog, and the Dursley family laughing on the lawn not far away; the moment he found out that he was a wizard from Haig for the first time; the feelings of despair and helplessness when a hundred Dementors surrounded him by the dark lake; Qiu Zhang looking at him with her black eyes and greeting him warmly …

The attack of Mind Extraction suddenly stopped.

Harry woke up from his daze, and was shocked.

He was careless, and this would give Snape a new reason to humiliate him.

But Snape's sudden attack … He sighed silently, and raised his head in resignation, ready to accept another round of poison spray.

Snape's black eyes silently fell on Harry, and he saw Harry tremble slightly.

Snape silently clenched his magic wand, so hard that his fingertips turned white.

Harry waited for a long time, but didn't get the reprimand he expected, so he boldly raised his head and looked at Snape.

Out of his expectations, Snape did not humiliate him like he did in the past. He only stood there and looked at him with an unfathomable look in his eyes.

Harry met his black eyes, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Snape narrowed his eyes, and Harry's heart sank.

Sure enough, the next moment, Snape opened his thin lips, and with a silky voice, he said something that made him want to find a hole to hide in. "Beautiful Chinese girl … The famous savior has already started preparing for his young and frivolous love journey?"

Harry's face suddenly burned. "That's not …" He subconsciously stuttered as he tried to explain, but he didn't know what to say, and didn't know why he had to explain to Snape.

Snape didn't give him the chance.

Or rather, Snape didn't care about this at all.

"Today's lesson is just to give you a preliminary understanding of the concept of Brain Seal, as well as … the situation when it needs to be used," Snape snorted, and seemed to be a little impatient, but he forced himself to be patient and finish talking.

"A mess of emotions and memories, and completely defenseless … This means that we have to spend a lot of time on how to clear your brain, which isn't much stronger than a troll's.

"When you go back tonight, focus your mind and clear your brain."

Snape glanced at him and pursed his lips. "I hope that in next week's lesson, the great savior can put away his stupid look and his even stupider thoughts."

So … the lesson ended just like that?

Harry felt his face burning. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt a sense of loss.

But … Snape's attitude towards him tonight could almost be described as gentle!

Although he didn't know why, Harry couldn't help but feel happy.

He was careful not to show this emotion in front of Snape, and he quickly picked up his backpack and left Snape's cellar.

"Phew …"

As soon as he left the cellar, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, in the dark cellar, Snape watched as Harry left. He slowly sat down on the chair behind his desk and sighed softly.

His face was no longer as harsh as it was when he faced Harry. Although it was still gloomy, it strangely brought out a trace of gentleness.

He slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, as if he was immersed in some kind of gentle emotion.

"Severus."

The sudden call startled Snape in his chair. He quickly sat up straight, and his face was expressionless again.

He looked at the fireplace.

"Severus," the white-bearded Dumbledore poked his head out of the blazing fireplace and asked with a kind smile, "Can I come over?

You know, I'm still very concerned about the progress of your first lesson with Harry. "

"Go ahead," Snape replied coldly.

"So … what's the result?"

Dumbledore strode out of the fireplace and sat opposite Snape. "That child, his brain …"

"The brain of a typical Gryffindor monster, full of boring stupid thoughts and ignorant youthful sentiments —" Snape said and looked at Dumbledore in confusion. "Abusi, I don't understand why you insist that I teach Potter. If you're willing to reduce the burden of my work, I think you can teach our great savior yourself."

"Well … I have another job," Dumbledore smiled and winked at him. "You know."

"Another job?

Taste every product of 'Honey Duchess' and 'William's Flavor Dessert House' to write a research report on which candy tastes better? "Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Alas, although this is really a desirable job, we all know that —" Dumbledore let out a long sigh. "— now is not the time."

"Then tell me the reason. Why do you want me to teach that mediocre, arrogant, presumptuous, and lawless —"

"You and I both know that he's not what you say he is, Severus."

"Only you think so!"

"Oh?

But that's not what I've observed, Severus. "

Dumbledore said slowly. "Over the years, you've invested as much energy in Harry as I have. I even feel that you care about this child more than I do —"

Snape's face slowly darkened. "This joke isn't funny at all, Mr. Principal."

Dumbledore shrugged helplessly. "It's not as difficult to admit your feelings as you think. I think Harry seems to feel guilty for misunderstanding you. If you can open your hearts to each other —"

"He's James Potter's son!" Snape roared.

He jumped to his feet and glared at Dumbledore. He opened his mouth as if trying to think of a more vicious adjective, but in the end, he let out a long sigh and sat down again.

"You're changing the subject." He regained his composure in an instant. "You've said so much because you don't want to tell me why you refuse to teach Potter personally."

"Well, the reason is a little bit, but I mainly want to improve your —"

"Since things can't be changed, it seems that I can only pray to the Merlin that the Savior's learning ability is better than the troll's."

Snape picked up a book titled "One Thousand and Eight Hundred Uses of Magical Herbs" with a gloomy face and opened it. He impatiently ended the discussion.

"I'll continue this unpleasant course until the Great Savior learns to close his mind.

If there's nothing else — "

It was an obvious order to leave.

Dumbledore rubbed his nose and stood up. "Ah, I suddenly remembered that I invited Professor Trelawney to Three Brooms for a drink. Uh … to discuss the mysteries and signs of life."

He smiled a little embarrassedly.

Snape glanced disdainfully at the violet bow tied to Dumbledore's white beard. "Have a good day, Mr. Principal."