[HP] This deer is not a deer

"Sit down, Potter."

"I hope you don't give orders here, Snape, this is my home," said Sirius loudly.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's order," said Snape, his voice increasingly malevolent, "but please stay, Black, I know you like to be involved."

"What do you mean by that?" Sirius asked, dropping the legs of the chair back hard to the ground.

"Just to say that I think you must be quite - ah - very upset and unable to do anything useful for the Order of the Phoenix." After Snape taunted Sirius coldly, he turned to Harry, "The headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, he wants you to study Occlumency this term."

"Study what?" Harry asked.

"Occlumency, the spell that protects the mind from outside intrusion. A remote branch of witchcraft, but very useful."

But Harry looked a little disturbed, and started to turn pale. "Why should I go to university - this thing?"

"Because the Headmaster thinks it's necessary," Snape sneered. "You have private tutoring once a week, but you can't tell anyone, especially Dolores Umbridge. Understand?"

"Who will teach me?"

"Myself," said Snape.

"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Sirius asked aggressively, interrupting their conversation, "Why you?"

"I think it's because the headmaster has the right to delegate unpleasant errands, and I assure you I'm not here." Snape sneered tactfully, he stood up, and finished the interrupted order to Harry , Immediately turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Sirius sat up straight.

"I'm busy, Blake, not like you. I don't have infinite free time..."

"Then I'll be blunt." Sirius stood up, much taller than Snape.

Snape stared at him coldly, warily, his hands clenched in the pockets of his cloak.

Harry looked at the two of them uneasily across the table, and Sirius walked up to Snape, threatening fiercely, "If I hear you teach Harry Occlumency to punish him, I'll get you. "

"How touching..."

"I warned you, Snotluck, Dumbledore may think you've been reformed, but I don't—"

"Oh, why didn't you tell him then?" Snape murmured. "Are you worried that he won't take someone who's been hiding at Mum's for six months seriously?"

"Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy? I suppose he's glad his pug is teaching at Hogwarts?"

"Speaking of dogs," Snape said softly, "did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you the last time you ventured out. Very clever, Blake, to be watched from the safety of the platform It’s here, so you have an iron-clad reason not to go out of the cave, right?”

Sirius raised his wand.

"No!" Harry cried, rolling over from the table to get between them, "Sirius, don't—"

"Are you calling me a coward?" Sirius snarled, trying to push Harry away, but Harry was determined not to move.

"Well, I guess so," said Snape, his voice lowered to reveal more gloom, and he cast his eyes down at Harry, who stood in front of him, and finally stood squinting at Black.

"Harry—get out of the way—!" Sirius roared, pushing him aside with a slap—

Suddenly, the kitchen door opened, and the Weasley family and Hermione swarmed in, all happy, and then they all stood at the door, looking at the scene in front of them: Sirius and Snape turned their heads to look at the door, The wand was pointed at the other's face, and Harry stood between them with his arms outstretched, trying to push them away.

"My God," Mr. Weasley's smile faded, "what's going on here?"

It seemed that the sudden entrance of so many witnesses had brought them to their senses, and both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands.Snape put his wand in his pocket and strode out of the kitchen, ignoring Weasley and the others.

At the door, he turned his head again, "Six o'clock on Monday night, Potter."

Harry looked at him one last time, but Snape didn't stop, just walked away.

In the evening, it was the last day to stay in the old house. Not only was Sirius depressed, but he was also left alone in the old house.Harry fell into a constant depression, but Sirius, who didn't know everything, only thought that Harry was upset about Occlumency, but Hermione and Ron always felt that it was not just that.

"He must not like you arguing with Snape, you almost got into a fight," said Hermione, frowning in disapproval of Sirius' behavior, "How can you fight?"

"No fight," Ron interrupted.

"But that's not right either," Hermione emphasized. "You forgot Dumbledore..."

"Yes, yes I know." But Sirius didn't believe it at all, "I don't think Dumbledore is right about that."

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Until the end of the holiday, back to the second day of Hogwarts.

In the evening, Harry showed up in Snape's office on time.

The door was unlocked, and when Snape quickly came out from the dark passage, Harry was standing in his office, staring at the Pensieve he had temporarily placed on the table.

"Close the door behind you, Potter."

Startled by his sudden appearance, Harry turned around, and Snape had already stepped into the light, pointing silently at the chair opposite the desk.

Harry went over and sat down, and Snape sat down too, staring at Harry unblinkingly with his cold, dark eyes.

"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." Harry didn't say a word.

"Well, Occlumency, I told you in your godfather's kitchen, is a spell that protects the mind from the intrusion and influence of magic."

"Why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it?"

Snape said with a sneer, "You should have 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 looked worried.

"You're not paying attention, Potter," said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming coldly. "You don't understand the subtle distinctions, and that's one of the flaws that makes your potions so bad."

Snape paused for a moment, and then continued: "Only Muggles talk about 'reading minds'. The mind is not a book that cannot be flipped through at will. Thoughts are not etched in the skull, and cannot be read by others. The mind is a complex, multi-layered thing, Potter—at least most minds are?"

He laughed, "However, someone with Legilimency can study other people's minds in certain situations and interpret them correctly. The Dark Lord, for example, can almost always see that someone is lying to him. Only people who are good at Occlumency Only a person with the art can seal the feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and lie in front of him without being discovered."

Harry didn't look like he liked a bit of what he said, but managed to keep his eyes open and look unafraid.

He was nothing like Snape, he only hated what Snape liked.Even though he didn't want to continue listening to Snape's horrific remarks, Harry still held back, and he put on a look of patience that asked him.

This made Snape increasingly irritable.

"...there are indications that there are times when your mind is at its most relaxed and vulnerable—such as in sleep—that you can perceive the thoughts and emotions of the Dark Lord. The headmaster thought it should not be allowed to go on, and he asked me to teach How do you close your mind to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord doesn't seem to be aware of this connection between you and him until recently. Before that it seemed that you could sense his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't. But, Your dream before Christmas—"

"Mr. Weasley and the snake?"

"Don't interrupt me, Potter," said Snape savagely. "I said that your pre-Christmas dream invaded the Dark Lord's mind so badly—"

"I'm in the snake's head, not his!"

"I think I just said don't interrupt me, Potter!"

Harry didn't mind Snape getting angry, what Snape told him made him emotional, he leaned forward and sat on the edge of the chair before he knew it, his body tensed up, as if ready to Like running away.

"What I perceive is Voldemort's thoughts, why do I see things with snake eyes?"

"Don't say the Dark Lord's name!" Snape snapped.

There was an awkward silence as they glared at each other across the Pensieve.

"Professor Dumbledore said his name too," said Harry.

"Dumbledore is a capable wizard," said Snape darkly. "He may not shy away from the name. But the rest of us?"

He seemed to be touching his left arm unconsciously, and Harry looked down at his arm, and Snape immediately let go, but he became more gloomy.

All of them knew that there was a Death Eater's mark on it.

Harry looked up at Snape, who seemed to have finally come to his senses from his argument with Snape.

From beginning to end, he and Snape didn't agree on a single point of view.

Snape obeyed the Force, he didn't care, never cared, didn't care about the dark evil that Harry loathed.Snape hated him, Sirius had a grudge against Snape, there was an irreconcilable hatred between them, Snape hated them.

The gap between them has never been just what it seems on the surface.

Harry lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, "I just want to know why I saw through a snake that wasn't Voldemort—why—"

"He's inside the snake, so you dreamed that you were inside... yes, it looks like he found you," said Snape coldly, refusing to answer any of Harry's questions, snapping said, "It is enough for us to know. The important thing is that the Dark Lord has now noticed that you can perceive his thoughts and feelings. He also deduces that this situation can be reversed, that is, it has occurred to him that he may be able to perceive his thoughts." Sensing your thoughts and feelings—”

"Maybe he's trying to manipulate me?"

"Possibly," Snape said coldly, nonchalantly, "that's back to Occlumency." He pulled his wand from his robes, and Harry tensed.But Snape just lifted the tip of the wand to his temple and dug it into the roots of his greasy hair.

When he took the wand away, there was a strand of silvery stuff attached to the tip, like a thick spider's thread.He tore it apart, and let it fall softly into the Pensieve, where it swirled silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Snape raised his wand to his temple twice more, adding the silvery substance to the stone basin.He didn't explain, just lifted the Pensieve carefully to the side shelf, then turned and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Stand up and draw your wand, Potter."

The author has something to say:

Actually, I always thought the translation of 'Sirius' was a bit strange ╮(╯▽╰)╭