Vol 2 Chapter 908: Occlusive Cerebral Surgery

In fact, everyone is in a good mood these days. Although the experience of Neville's parents has really made everyone uncomfortable for several days, Mr. Weasley's getting better day by day has greatly dispelled the sorrow.
　　As the holidays approached, Harry became more and more unnatural, and the reason was the decision of the Order of the Phoenix.
　　 "Harry, my dear," Mrs. Weasley said, and put her head into his and Ron's bedroom, where they were playing Wizard Chess, and Hermione was watching. Ginny and Crookshanks were playing happily, but Fanlin said there was something to discuss with Sirius.
"Can you go down to the kitchen? The professor wants to say something to you." Harry didn't immediately remember what she said; one of his castles was violently attacked by one of Ron's pawns and he was shrugging excitedly it.
　　 "Squash him-squash him, he is just a pawn, you are so stupid. I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, what were you talking about?"
　　 "Professor Snape, dear. In the kitchen, he wants to say something to you." Harry's mouth opened in extreme disgust.
　　He was looking around Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. They were yawning at him. The Hermione of Crookshanks could not be easily suppressed in the first fifteen minutes, happily jumping on the conference table, running around in a hidden place, making a louder howl than others.
　　 "Snape?" Harry said blankly.
　　 "Professor Snape, dear," Mrs. Weasley said incredulously. "Now go by, hurry up, he said he can't stay long."
　　 "What does he want to do to you?" Ron said, after Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room, he seemed to lose his strength.
　　 "You didn't do anything, did you?"
　　 "No!" Harry said angrily, racking his brains to think about what he did to make Snape chase to the old house. Because he got a "T" for his last homework?
　　 After a minute or two, he pushed open the kitchen door and found Sirius, Fanlin and Snape on the long kitchen table, sitting in the opposite direction. There was silence between Sirius and Snape because they hated each other. A letter was opened and placed on the table in front of Sirius.
　　 "Well," Harry said, to show his presence. Snape looked around him, his face surrounded by greasy black hair. "Sit down, Potter."
"You know," Sirius said loudly, tilting the foot behind his chair, and said to the ceiling, "If you weren't sent here, Snape, I think I would like it better. It's my house. You know."
　　 A terrible blush spread all over Snape's pale face. Harry sat on a chair next to Sirius and crossed the table to face Snape.
　　 "I want to see you alone, Potter," Snape said, with a familiar sneer curling his mouth. "But Blake—"
　　 "I am his godfather," Sirius said, in a louder than usual voice.
"I came here because of Dumbledore's orders," Snape said, instead, becoming quieter and more irritable. "But stay by all means, Blake, I know you like feeling it. This Very tricky."
　　 "What is ‘presumed thinking’?" Sirius said, banging the four legs of the chair back to the ground.
　　 "It's just that I'm sure you must feel - ah - frustrated because you can't do something useful," Snape put a clever pressure on him, "For the Phoenix Order."
　　 "Can't do useful things?" Sirius was starving to death, "Your eyes should have fallen in the basement, soaking in the smelly water..."
　　 "So, do you think you can teach?" Snape said disdainfully.
　　 When Snape was about to take Harry away, his lips moved to indicate victory. "The principal has sent me to tell you, Potter, he wants you to learn the spell of Occlumency."
　　 "What to learn?" Harry said blankly.
　　 Snape's sneer became more pronounced. "Occlumency, Potter. This mental defense magic to defend against outside invasions. A vague branch of magic, but a highly useful spell."
　　 Harry's heart began to twitch quickly. Defend against intrusion from outside? But he is not possessed, they have all decided that.
　　 "Why do I have to study?" Harry blurted out.
　　 "Because the principal thought that was a good idea," Snape said calmly. "You will receive a private lesson once a week, but you don't tell anyone what you are doing, at least don't tell Umbridge. You know?"
　　 "Yes," Harry said. "Who is going to teach me? Fanlin?"
　　 Snape raised an eyebrow. "Me," he said.
　　 Harry had a terrible feeling that his inside was melting. Snape's extra lessons-what did he do in the world to deserve this? He quickly looked at Sirius for support.
　　 "Why didn't Dumbledore teach Harry?" Sirius asked aggressively. "why are you?"
　　 "I think that's because it's not an interesting thing for the principal to delegate representatives with privileges," Snape said smoothly. "I promise this job was not requested by me." He stood up. "I hope you are at six o'clock in the evening every Monday, Potter. My office. If anyone asks about this, you just say cram pharmacy. People who don’t see you in my class can deny you need Do that."
　　He was about to leave, his black travel cloak flying behind him~EbookFREE.me~Wait," Sirius said, sitting straight in his chair. Snape turned back to face them and laughed.
　　 "I'm really busy, Blake. Unlike you, I don't have so much free time."
　　 "I'm just going to emphasize," Sirius said, standing up. He was taller than Snape, Harry noticed, and Harry made sure he clenched his fist in the cloak pocket and held his wand. "If I hear you punishing Harry with an Occlumency course, you just wait and see."
　　 "How touching," Snape laughed. "But you must have noticed that Potter is very similar to his father?"
　　 "Yes, I noticed," Sirius said arrogantly.
　　 "So good, you will understand that he is so arrogant that criticism is just a simple test for him," Snape said smoothly.
　　 Sirius pushed his chair aside grumpily, strode around the table towards Snape, and when he went out, he drew out his wand. Snape took out his own. They stared at each other, Sirius looked angrily, and Snape considered, his eyes were fixed at the end of Sirius's wand pointed at his face.
　　 "Sirius!" Harry said loudly, but Sirius told him to leave him alone.
　　 "I have warned you, hook nose," Sirius said, his face looked at Snape's foot, "I don't care if Dumbledore's innovation, I know better—"
　　 "Oh, but why didn't you tell him that?" Snape whispered. "Or are you afraid that he won't listen to a useless person's proposal?"