[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

At six o'clock in the evening, Harry's nervousness reached its peak, and even Cho Chang came to say hello to him, but it didn't make him feel any easier.

He took a deep breath with each step he took toward Snape's office.Surely Snape would have liked to see him so frightened, Harry thought angrily.

He paused outside the door for a while, calming down his too violent heartbeat.Then he took a deep breath and spoke the password.

The door opened, and it was a dim room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy specimens of animals and plants floating in colorful potions.

Harry didn't see Snape, he breathed a sigh of relief, put his schoolbag on the table, and looked around.

"Shut down your stupid look, Potter." Snape suddenly emerged from the shadows, and the black figure exuded an aura of keeping away from others, which made Harry gasp in fright. , almost couldn't help coughing.

"I—I didn't know you were there—" Harry was at a loss, barely knowing what he was talking about.

"This may not be your usual class, Potter," Snape's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, "but I'm still your teacher, and you'll always answer me 'sir' or 'professor'."

"Yes... yes, sir." Harry bit his lip and calmed down.

Surprisingly Snape didn't continue to humiliate him, he just looked at Harry silently for a few seconds before turning around and walking behind the desk to sit down.

"Close the door behind you and sit down."

Harry complied, letting out a silent sigh of relief as he turned his back.

"Well, Potter, you know what you're here for," he said. "The Headmaster wants me to teach you Occlumency, and I can only hope you're a little smarter than you were in Potions."

"Yes, sir." Harry replied, not daring to say much.

"Very well, Occlumency. I told you in your godfather's house that this spell protects the mind from the intrusion and influence of magic."

"I, I'll learn by heart, sir." Harry summoned up the courage to look directly into Snape's cold black eyes, stammering, trying to improve the poor relationship between the two.

Snape stared at him for a moment, not commenting on his words, but said contemptuously, "You've figured it out by now, Potter. The Dark Lord is extremely good at Legilimency—"

"What does that mean, sir?"

"i.e. extracting sensations and memories from another person's mind—"

"Can he read minds?" Harry asked quickly.

If so... to be able to know what's going on in other people's mind... to be able to see a person's memory, including the most private parts...

"You're distracted, Potter," Snape said coldly.He frowned suspiciously, looking at Harry strangely.

Harry blushed.

"You don't know the subtleties, and that's one of the flaws that makes you mix potions so badly."

Snape hit Harry at every opportunity, satisfied to see the green-eyed boy showing that dejected look again, before continuing: "Only Muggles talk about 'reading minds'. Minds are not a book." , not to be flipped through. Thoughts are not etched into the skull to be read. The brain is a complex, multi-layered thing, Potter—at least most minds are."

Apparently Snape didn't think Harry's brain was what he called the "majority".

Harry looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, and listened expressionlessly to Snape's skillful embedding of sarcasm into the curriculum before turning it into venom and spraying it on him, feeling a little helpless.

"Now take out your wand, Potter." Snape stood up, walked up to him, and said condescendingly, "You can use your wand to disarm me, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of. "

"What... what?" Harry watched Snape's wand pointed at him in bewilderment.

"I'm going to get into your brain," Snape said softly, "defend it with every means you can think of. Now, get ready! Legilimency!"

The green eyes instantly became dazed, and scenes that Harry hadn't had time to hide appeared before Snape's eyes one after another:

Five-year-old Harry saw his cousin riding on the new red bicycle, feeling extremely envious;

Nine-year-old Harry was driven up a tree by his aunt's dog, and the Dursleys laughed on the lawn not far away;

The moment of excitement when I first learned that I was a wizard from Hagrid;

The feeling of despair and helplessness when a hundred dementors surrounded him by the dark lake;

Cho Chang stared at him with black eyes and greeted him eagerly...

The Legilimency attack stopped suddenly.

Harry woke up from his confusion, startled.He had been careless, and it would have given Snape a new reason to humiliate him.But Snape attacked so suddenly... He sighed silently, and raised his head resignedly to receive another round of venom spray.

Snape's black eyes fell calmly on Harry, who flinched slightly.Snape silently squeezed his wand so hard that his fingertips turned white.

Harry waited for a long time, but did not get the expected reprimand, so he boldly looked up at Snape.

To his surprise, Snape didn't humiliate him head and face as usual, he just stood there looking at himself with an unreadable look in his eyes.Harry met his dark eyes and couldn't help staying there.

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

Sure enough, the next moment Snape opened his thin lips, and said in a silky voice that made him want to find a hole in the ground for an instant, "Pretty Chinese girl... the famous savior has already started to prepare for his youthful and frivolous life." Are you on a love trip?"

Harry's face burned with a bang, "That's not..." He subconsciously stammered and tried to explain, but he didn't know what to explain, and he didn't know why he had to explain to Snape.

Snape didn't give him the chance.Or rather, Snape didn't care about it at all.

"Today's lesson is just to give you a preliminary understanding of the concept of Occlumency and...the situations that require the use of Occlumency." Snape snorted, seemingly a little impatient, but he managed to finish the sentence with patience. .

"A mess of emotions and memories, completely undefended... which means we have to spend a lot of time on how to empty your mind, which is not much stronger than a troll."

"When you go back tonight, concentrate your energy and clear your mind." Snape rolled his eyes at him and pursed his lower lip, "I hope the great savior can put away his stupid look in class next week." looks and his stupider miscellaneous thoughts."

So... is this the end of this lesson?

Harry felt his face burn, relieved and at the same time a sense of loss.

But... Snape's attitude towards himself tonight can almost be described as gentle!Although he didn't know why, Harry couldn't help but feel cheerful.

He was careful not to show this emotion in front of Snape, picked up his schoolbag as fast as he could and left Snape's cellar.

"call……"

Once out of the cellar, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, in the dark cellar, Snape, who watched Harry leave, slowly sat down on the chair behind the desk and sighed softly.

His face was no longer as harsh as it had been when facing Harry. Although it was still gloomy, there was a strange illusion of softness on his face.

He leaned back slowly in his chair and closed his eyes, as if immersed in some tender emotion.

"Severus?"

The sudden call alarmed Snape who was sitting on the chair, and he quickly sat up straight, the expression on his face had already returned to being expressionless.

He looks towards the fireplace.

"Severus," the white-bearded Dumbledore poked his head out of the blazing fireplace, and asked with a kind smile, "may I come over? You know, about the progress of your first lesson with Harry, I'm still paying attention."

"Please." Snape replied coldly.

"So... what was the result?"

Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace and sat across from Snape, "The boy, his brain..."

"The brain of a typical Gryffindor troll, full of idle stupidity and unrecognizable youthfulness—"

When Snape said this, he looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, "Albus, I don't understand what you mean by insisting that I teach Potter, if you are willing to lighten my work a little bit, I miss you to teach our great savior himself."

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

"Another job? Taste every product from 'Honey Duchess' and 'William's Flavor House' to write a research report on which candies taste better?" Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Well, although this is really a desirable job, we all know—" Dumbledore sighed infinitely, "—now is not the time."

"Then tell me why, why do I have to teach that mediocre, arrogant, presumptuous, lawless—"

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

"Only you think so."

"Oh? But that's not what I observed, Severus." Dumbledore said slowly, "You have invested no less energy in Harry than I have these years, and I even think that you I care more about the kid—”

Snape's face slowly darkened, "This joke is not funny at all, Mr Headmaster."

Dumbledore shrugged helplessly, "Admitting your own heart is not as difficult as you think. I think Harry feels guilty for misunderstanding you. If you can open up to each other—"

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

He stood up abruptly, glared at Dumbledore, and opened his mouth, as if trying to come up with a more vicious adjective, but finally took a long breath and sat down again.

"You're changing the subject," he regained his composure in an instant. "You've said so much, but you just don't want to tell me the reason why you don't want to teach Potter yourself."

"Well, there are a few reasons, but I mainly want to improve your relationship—"

"Since things cannot be changed, it seems that I can only pray to Merlin that the savior can learn better than the troll." Snape picked up a copy of "[-] Uses of Miraculous Herbs" with a gloomy face and opened it , terminated the discussion impatiently.

"I'll continue this unpleasant lesson until the great savior learns to shut his mind. If nothing else—"

Obvious eviction order.

Dumbledore rubbed his nose and stood up, "Ah, I suddenly remembered that I asked Professor Trelawney to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink, er... to discuss the mysteries and signs of life." He smiled embarrassingly .

Snape glanced contemptuously at the violet bow on Dumbledore's white beard, "Have a nice day, Headmaster."

He watched Dumbledore step out of the cellar, picked up his wand and swung the door shut with a bang.