Chapter 919

As a matter of fact, everyone is in a good mood these days. Although Neville's parents have suffered for many days, Mr. Weasley's daily improvement has greatly dissipated the sadness.

As the holiday drew to an end, Harry became more and more unnatural, and the reason was that the order of the Phoenix decided.

"Harry, honey," said Mrs. Weasley, putting her head into his and Ron's bedroom where they were playing wizarding, and Hermione watched. Ginny and crook mountain are having a good time playing, and van Lin says there is something to discuss with Sirius.

"Can you go down to the kitchen? The professor wants to say something to you Harry did not immediately remember what she said; one of his castles was violently attacked by one of Ron's pawns, and he was agitating it excitedly.

"Squash him - crush him. He's just a pawn. You're stupid. I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. What were you talking about

"Professor Snape, my dear. In the kitchen, he wants to say something to you Harry's mouth opened in disgust.

He's looking around Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They're yawning at him. Hermione of crook mountain, who was not easily restrained in the first 15 minutes, happily hopped on the conference table, ran around in a hidden place, and howled louder than anyone else.

"Snape?" Said Harry blankly.

"Professor Snape, my dear," said Mrs. Weasley incredulously. "Now go on, hurry up. He said he couldn't stay long."

"What does he want to do to you?" Ron said he seemed to lose his strength after Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room.

"You didn't do anything, did you?"

"No!" Harry said angrily, racking his brain for what he had done that made Snape chase the old house. Because he got a "t" in his last homework?

After a minute or two, Van Gogh sat on the kitchen table in the opposite direction. Sirius and Snape are silent because they hate each other. A letter was opened on the table in front of Sirius.

"Well," said Harry, to show his presence. His greasy face is surrounded by greasy black hair. "Sit down, Potter."

"You know," Sirius said aloud, cocking his feet behind his chair and pointing to the ceiling, "if you weren't sent here, Snape, I think I'd like it better. It's my house, you know. "

A terrible blush spread over Snape's pale face. Harry sat in a chair next to Sirius, across the table, facing Snape.

"BR," said Snape, "I'm familiar with his voice," but I'm a little bit smaller than black's.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders," said Snape, on the contrary, becoming more and more quiet and irritable, "but stay by all means, black, and I know you like to feel. It's very tricky. "

"What is' Inferential thinking ' Sirius said, slamming all four legs of the chair back to the ground.

"But I'm sure you must feel - ah - frustrated because you can't do something useful," snape put a clever pressure on him, "order the Phoenix."

"Can't do something useful?" Sirius was so angry that he said, "your eyes should be in the basement, soaking in the smelly water..."

"So you think you can teach?" Snape said scornfully.

When Snape was ready to take Harry away, his lips moved to show victory. "The headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that he wants you to learn the mantra of cerebral closure."

"What to learn?" Said Harry blankly.

Snape's sneer became more pronounced. "Brain sealing, Potter. The defense magic of the mind to defend the outside invasion. A fuzzy branch of magic, but a highly useful spell

Harry's heart began to twitch quickly. Defense against external invasion? But he's not possessed. They've all decided that.

"Why do I have to learn?" Harry blurted out.

"Because the headmaster thought it was a good idea," snape said quietly. "You're going to have a private class once a week, but you don't tell anyone what you're doing, at least not Umbridge. Do you know? "

"Yes," said Harry. "Who will teach me? Fanlin

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I," he said.

Harry had a terrible feeling that his interior was melting. Snape's extra lessons - what does he do in the world deserve this? He watched Sirius quickly for support.

"Why didn't Dumbledore teach Harry?" Sirius asked aggressively. "Why you?"

"I think that's because it's not fun for principals to delegate with privilege," snape said tactfully. "I promise I didn't ask for the job." He stood up. "I want you at six o'clock every Monday evening, Potter. My office. If someone asks about it, you say that you take a potion class. People who don't see you in my class can deny that you need to do that. "He was ready to leave, his black travel cloak flying behind him.

"Wait a minute," Sirius said, sitting upright in his chair. Snape turned back to them, laughing.

"I'm really busy, black. Unlike you, I don't have that much free time. "

"I'm just going to focus," Sirius said, standing up. He was taller than Snape, Harry noticed, and Harry was sure he was clenching his fist in the pocket of his cape and holding the wand. "If I hear you're punishing Harry with a brain block class, you'll see."

"How touching," snape scoffed. "But you must have noticed that Porter is very much like his father?"

"Yes, I noticed," Sirius said haughtily.

"Well, then, you'll see that he's so arrogant that criticism is a simple trial for him," snape said tactfully.

Sirius angrily pushed his chair aside and strode around the table to Snape. As he went out, he pulled out his wand. Snape took out his own. They looked at each other, Sirius looked angry, Snape thought, his eyes fixed on the end of Sirius's wand pointing toward his face.

"Sirius!" Harry said out loud, but Sirius told him to leave him alone.

"I've warned you, harpnose," Sirius said, his face looking at Snape's foot. "I don't care if Dumbledore innovates, I know better -"

"Oh, but why don't you tell him that?" Snape whispered. "Or are you afraid that he won't listen to a useless man?"

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