[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Harry dared to say that even in the wizarding world, no student who was going to be in fifth year had experienced more than he had experienced this summer.

Of course, there are many things he has experienced before-if he writes a book based on his wonderful experiences in the past four years, it may sell better than Gilderoy Lockhart's works.

After encountering the Dementor - he cast the Patronus Charm to save Dudley - arguing with his aunt's house - receiving a complaint from the Ministry of Magic - going to the Ministry of Magic for trial, etc., can he go back to Grimmauld Place, Harry was genuinely happy to see Ron, Hermione and the Weasleys, and Sirius.

In particular, the Ministry of Magic's charges against Harry have been withdrawn. He will not have his wand confiscated, nor will he need to be suspended from school. He will return to Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione when school starts!Sirius was a little disappointed because Harry couldn't come to live with him, but Harry promised him that Christmas would be with him, and he was happy for Harry again after a short period of unhappiness.

Although Voldemort's return was not recognized by Fudge, the Ministry of Magic even covered up the news without a reasonable explanation for the cause of Cedric's death, and publicized that Harry and Dumbledore were lunatics.But at least there is the Order of the Phoenix, a group of people here who are united and working hard to prevent Voldemort from making a comeback.No matter how many ups and downs there are outside, at least in this house, they can not listen to those noisy voices.

George and Fred often read to them the crazy descriptions of Harry in the Daily Prophet, which made everyone laugh.Everyone was in a good mood, even Sirius was much more pleasant when speaking to Kreacher recently.

Today's Grimmauld Place is filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere, everyone is lazily spending every day without homework, without worrying about exam results, detention and confinement.

"Knight moves to E-3."

"Cut, want to eat my bishop?" Ron's hair was as red as if it was on fire under the sunlight, he propped his chin with one hand, and leisurely squeezed a golden-yellow Bibi multi-flavored bean into his mouth with the other. , raised his chin and said vaguely, "The pawn moves forward."

The white chess piece hit by him immediately ran to the designated position, swung the long knife and threw it on the head of the original owner of this position——Harry's knight. Get into a ball.

"Harry?" Just as Harry was busy cheering on his knights, Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared at the door of the living room. "Will you come to the living room? Professor Snape has something to say to you."

"Crush it - trample it to death, it's just a pawn, you fool - sorry, Mrs Weasley, what did you say?"

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

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt dizzy for a while. 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 Order of the Phoenix, don't be too surprised. It turned out that Severus Snape, the Potions professor who had regarded Harry as his enemy since he entered school, had really been there all the time. Keep him safe!

Of course, Dumbledore had always stated that Snape was completely believable, but it wasn't until he learned of the existence of the Order of the Phoenix that Harry's doubts were all dispelled.Harry knew Dumbledore. He might give someone another chance because of his kindness, but he would not let this person join the core organization against Voldemort-the Order of the Phoenix because of his kindness.

But if you know it, you know, the shadow is not so easy to eliminate, the relationship between him and Snape doesn't seem to have improved much, no, it doesn't seem to have changed at all.

Harry was very guilty at first, but then he found that Snape didn't want his guilt at all, but hated him even more and bullied him even more.So after he was angry, he continued to hate Snape with peace of mind. What that man wants is the current way of getting along, isn't he?

Fortunately, Snape didn't come here all the time - as if he knew he wasn't very attractive - and he didn't have to face Snape's iceberg-like face and always look at him with disgust, when He has the expression of some dirty thing, it would be nice if the two don't meet each other.

But today Snape actually wanted to talk to him?He stared at the others with wide emerald green eyes, and they all stared at him dumbfounded.

Crookshanks jumped onto the chessboard joyfully, swung his cat's claws and slapped the knight and his horse somersaults. The chess pieces screamed and ran away.

"Sssssssnape?" Harry asked blankly, looking around as if he could see Snape's black robes suddenly flashing from somewhere in the living room.

"Professor Snape, dear," said Mrs. Weasley reproachfully, "come on, he says he won't be here long."

"Snee...he...why does he want you?" Ron swallowed, but was finally scared away by the potions professor who was in the same house with them, and he didn't dare to call him by name, even though he was far away. Snape downstairs couldn't hear it at all.

Harry was a little disoriented at the moment.

"I don't know," he muttered, opening the door and walking down, "Maybe I got a T in my homework last time?"

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

Ron suddenly coughed violently, spitting out the multi-flavored beans that had just been bitten in half.

"...horrible, earwax-flavored beans!"

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

Snape was still wearing his same black robe for thousands of years, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, his eyebrows were raised, his lips were tightly pressed, and his black eyes radiated the light of "the one who gets close will die".Harry felt that if the large square cabinet facing his eyes hadn't been without feet, he might have been able to jump up and run as far as he could.

"Um...cough." Harry announced his presence aloud.

Snape turned his head, and his shoulder-length black hair shook heavily as he turned his head. Harry seemed to smell a hint of the fragrance of shampoo, but he couldn't be sure, because his hair looked a little oily, no Like freshly washed.

But then Harry didn't have the heart to think about it. Snape turned his head and gave Harry a look, which made him feel like a disgusting slug for a moment.Harry swallowed involuntarily, not even knowing what he was guilty of.

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

"I said," Sirius leaned back, tilted his chair up, and called out to the ceiling, "I hope you don't give orders here, Snotlite, this is my home."

Snape's black eyes narrowed slowly, looking coldly at Sirius.

Harry hesitated, and sat opposite Snape, trying not to tremble.

It's great, the enemies meet, and they are extremely jealous.But he doubted that Sirius would be able to take advantage of him.Snape has never been one to suffer.

really--

"I should have talked to you alone, Potter," Snape said with his usual sneer, and although he was talking to Harry, he looked at Sirius, "but Black doesn't seem to understand the word 'alone' meaning--"

"I'm Harry's godfather! I have a right to know what you bloody slug is going to do to my godson!" Sirius slammed the chair legs back to the ground, his voice even louder.

"Although it was Dumbledore's order," Snape said, his voice becoming more and more bleak, "but I will not force you to leave, Black, I know you like to have... a sense of participation."

"What do you mean by that?" Sirius asked through gritted teeth.

"Just to say that I think you must be quite - ah - quite upset and unable to do anything useful for the Order." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "useful". "However, it is also understandable that these life-and-death jobs should not be the turn of the noble heir of the Black family. After all... this is your home."

He looked around the room slowly, his eyes lingering for a long time as he passed the delicate relief on the wall, which Harry knew was engraved with the family crest of the Black family.Now it was Sirius' turn to turn red with anger. He hated people mentioning his origin, let alone staying in the house that he desperately tried to escape from now.

"you--"

Winning with one move, and no longer fighting, Snape coldly raised the corners of his mouth, and turned to Harry with a triumphant smile. "The Headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, that he wants me to teach you Occlumency this term."

"Study - what?" Harry was stunned by Snape's smile just now, so he looked dumbfounded.Snape gave him a disgusted look, which instantly made his heart sink like a piece of ice.

"Occlumency, a spell that protects the mind from foreign intrusion. I don't expect you to have heard of such a sorcery that seems out of place to you—just as none of us can expect trolls to think." Pu's tone was mean.

John and Snape taught him alone—Harry's heart started beating again, and it developed in a more violent direction.

"Why do I want to learn about - this stuff?" he asked, looking straight at Snape with his green eyes.

"Because the headmaster thinks it's necessary." Snape looked away hastily, his tone still full of contempt, but he didn't spray the venom again because of his impolite attitude.

Maybe it was Harry's terrified blankness that pleased him a lot, maybe... for some other reason, he didn't seem to want to look Harry in the eye very much.

Harry had an unrealistic sense of drifting.To be alone with Snape, to spend two hours face-to-face alone with him--but he hated himself to the core, and in that dark cellar that resembled an ice cave, where so many horrific specimens were displayed--it was a lot to him. Is it punishment or reward?He turned his gaze blankly to Sirius.

Snape snorted disdainfully.

"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Interpreting the godson's erratic gaze as a distress signal under extreme fear, Sirius asked aggressively, "Why you?"

"I think it's because the headmaster has the power to delegate unpleasant errands," Snape raised his eyebrows haughtily. "I assure you I didn't come here."

He stood up, "I'll be waiting for you in my office at six o'clock every Monday night, Potter. If anyone asks, just say Potions remedial, no one who has seen you in my class will deny that there is a necessary."

He turned around, walked gracefully to the large cabinet with exquisite carvings, bent his fingers and knocked casually, "Oriental rosewood?"

Snape's black eyes were as cold as ever, only a sneering smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Of course only the noble Black family can afford it."

Sure enough, Sirius roared again.

After poking hard at Sirius' sore spot, the black traveling cloak swirled contentedly, and he left, leaving behind a furious Sirius and a beating heart of Harry Potter.