I wield a sword at Hogwarts

After opening the kitchen door, he saw Sirius and Snape sitting there.

The two people sat across the long table, each sitting at the end of the table in disgust, as if there was something dirty between them.

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

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

The atmosphere was broken by the sound Harry made.

Snape's long face under the greasy hair that had not been washed for many years turned around.

"Sit down, Potter."

Still in the familiar sinister tone, Sirius tilted his chair up like a ignited powder keg and shouted at the ceiling, "I hope you won't give orders here, this is my home."

Snape looked over coldly, his face ugly.

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

"I should have talked to you alone, Potter," Snape said with a habitual sneer on his lips.

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

Snape really wanted to get up and cast a locking spell on him at this moment, but he still endured it.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders," Snape's voice became increasingly sinister, "But please stay, Black. I know you like to feel involved."

Sirius, who was about to leave after hearing Dumbledore, dropped the chair leg heavily to the ground, "What do you mean?"

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

Harry didn't understand and asked blankly, "Study what?"

"Occlumency, Potter," Snape's sneer became more obvious, as if he was looking at a piece of wood that was not improving. "Preventing the mind from external intrusions is a remote magic, but it is very useful."

Harry's heart beat violently to prevent outside invasion?

Did Dumbledore think he would be possessed?

He had discussed it with the once-possessed Ginny on his first day back at Christmas, and he was not possessed.

He felt that he was being suspected, and asked, "Why should I learn this thing?"

"Because the Headmaster thinks it is necessary," Snape softened his tone, "I will receive tutoring once a week, and I cannot tell anyone. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Harry suppressed his emotions and felt that he might have made a fuss out of a molehill. "Who will teach me?"

Speaking of this question, Harry saw a playful expression on Snape's face for the second time.

He raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly: "Myself."

At this moment, Harry felt like his insides were melting.

He was wrong and this was punishment.

What wrong thing did he do to deserve such severe punishment?

He hurriedly turned his seeking eyes to Sirius.

Sirius, who had always been at odds with Snape, exploded as expected.

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

"I think it's because the headmaster has the right to delegate unpleasant tasks to others," Snape showed a playful expression for the third time and said in a smooth tone, "As for why me?"

"I can assure you, this is not what I came for." He looked at Sirius' angry expression with great pleasure, "I'll meet you in my office at six o'clock on Monday evening, Potter."

"If you don't like studying with me, you can find someone else."

"Change someone?" Harry was stunned, and Sirius slapped the table and said, "Then change someone!"

"The other one is," Snape said grimly, "John Wick."

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

"Why John?" Harry asked hurriedly: "I mean, John is not from the Order of the Phoenix."

"So you have no choice," Snape glanced at Harry, "The only person in Hogwarts who is proficient in this magic is John Wick."

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

John Wick can do it, but can he teach you?

Snape said in a sinister tone: "You'd better learn it quickly before your brain goes bad."

"Wait a minute!" Sirius stood up and warned: "If you bully Harry in the name of teaching, I will settle the score with you."

"How touching," Snape sneered, clenching his wand in his cloak pocket, "You must have found that Potter looks a lot like his father, right?"

"Not bad." Sirius was proud that his brother had such a son.

"Then you should know that he is as proud and arrogant as his father, and criticism is deaf to him." The words Snape spat out were like slippery snakes, worming their way into Sirius's ears, making him extremely angry.

"I warned you, Snotlout!" Sirius didn't even listen to Harry's words. He pulled out his wand with a livid face, "Dumbledore may think you have reformed, but I don't think so."

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

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

Sirius raised his wand, and Snape did the same, neither of them giving way to the other.

Just when the situation was tense, the kitchen door was pushed open.

It was Mr. Weasley who had recovered from his illness.

Behind him were the Weasleys and Hermione.

When they saw this scene, their smiles froze.

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

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

He actually doubted that John might have another magic besides Occlumency.

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

After saying that, he walked away.

…

The holiday is over.

People are returning to school one after another.

John saw Daphne standing in the hall, her beautiful gray-blue eyes looking around for Pansy.

Next to the stairs outside the foyer, Pansy had a grimace on her face, not daring to show her head.

The two stood like this for almost an hour. Finally, when Daphne saw John appearing, she screamed and ran away.

Pansy was so relieved that she ran across the hall to the Slytherin common room as fast as she could.

"Did she forget that they are in the same dormitory?" Malfoy complained.

John saw Astoria come back and she had gone skiing in Finland.

Although Mr. Greengrass didn't think it was fun, he made his daughter feel filial.

Mr. Greengrass: This cotton-padded jacket is a tribute to me.

Malfoy saw Astoria and immediately ran down to help her get her luggage.

John silently watched Malfoy's attentiveness, and looked up to see an owl flying over.

He stretched out his arms to make a place for the owl to settle down. Before the owl had time to settle down, Basil fell from the sky and kicked him away.

Snatching the owl's letter, Basil flew to stand on John's arm.

The poor owl hooted twice in protest, and was frightened by Basil's look and flew away quickly.

Opening the letter, John raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so fast."

"Dear Mr. John Wick, please arrive at the Wizengamot at four o'clock in the afternoon on January 9th for the investiture."

Next week, John will be knighted.

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

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

…

Chapter 322 Honoring and Honoring Slytherin

Monday.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Oz tested the application of the Obstacle Spell.

"It seems that you can already use the disarming spell, the stun spell, and the obstacle spell on a basic level."

It took Oz a semester to finally correct his extremely poor foundation in fifth grade.

"Although there are only three simple spells, as long as they are used properly, you can effectively fight back even if you encounter harm." Oz said to the students, "In my many years of Auror career, the ones I have used the most are These three magic spells.”

"I can even tell you that in many cases, these three spells are far more effective than more complex spells."

Oz teaches Auror training. For Aurors, power is second, and the most important thing is the speed of casting spells.

When faced with an enemy, the effect of your use of disarming spells and more complex spells is to disable the enemy.

Aurors will choose to use simple disarming charms to resolve the battle more quickly and with less effort.

This semester Oz has set learning tasks for fifth graders, who have to learn new spell applications.

The students listened very carefully, especially those who planned to develop into Aurors.

Umbridge almost never comes to this classroom anymore, and this has become one of the few pure places for students.

get out of class is over, and the students are discussing their study tasks.

…

hall.

Malfoy muttered, "Did you see that Potter, that arrogant look on his face?"

Malfoy noticed Harry's absent-minded expression during class, but he obviously misunderstood the meaning and said angrily: "I'm afraid he thinks that as the savior, he can learn it as soon as possible."

Mainly because Malfoy was beaten by Harry in Defense Against the Dark Arts. This man was like a natural Auror, second only to John in this subject.

John raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally: "If you can spend the time observing him studying, you can too."

You got distracted in class and you still have the nerve to complain?

Malfoy paused for a moment, then a wind-like figure ran past him.

Pansy's attempt to escape fails.

Even though she hid in the common room all day yesterday, she didn't escape meeting in class the next day.

Under Daphne's burst of haste, Pansy made a grimace and repeated her apology countless times.

"You almost made me..." Thinking of her boldness to ask someone out, Daphne's cheeks turned red.

Pansy said with a sad face: "I will apologize to you later."

"Is that your apology attitude?" Daphne received Pansy's letter.

If conditions didn't allow it, she would have gone to Pansy's house.

Pansy whispered: "I think it can be rescued."

"How to rescue? Tell me what to rescue!" Daphne gave Pansy a hard look.

Pansy said quickly: "Look, John didn't refuse to go out with you, which means he likes you too."

"What nonsense," Daphne frowned and said, "He will go out if anyone asks him out."

"Uh..." Pansy thought carefully and found in despair that this might really be the case.

Daphne clenched her fists and signed a series of unequal treaties with Pansy.

Pansy, who was humiliated, turned around and vented her anger on Goyle and Crabbe.