Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Outside the house, it wasn't just the two adults, Sirius and Lupine, who were listening to Harry moan, there were also the Weasley brothers, Ginny, and the young lovers Hermione and Soule.

At some point, Harry's moans stopped.

Then, the door opened, and Harry staggered out with a pale face, as if he had suffered a great pain.

Snape followed behind, his expression cold, and he adjusted his black robe slowly.

If they hadn't known in advance that it was to verify Harry's mastery of Occlumency after studying for a semester, many people would have misunderstood what Snape did to Harry in that room.

"I will tell Dumbledore the truth, Potter." Snape said coldly.

"I guess you are too happy to be here? Don't quibble. I see it clearly. I have completely forgotten how to defend against the invasion of a foreign thought. To be honest, I don't think invading a giant monster's head is better than invading yours. How much harder is it to have a head, because all the stuff in your head is a bunch of splendens!”

Even in front of Sirius and many friends, Snape showed no mercy at all.

As he spoke, he raised his eyes slightly and saw Sirius.

"Oh, yes, I can understand that with a father who is equally arrogant and deaf to criticism, his son should inherit this hopeless skill, yes, if it can be considered a skill. "

"I'm warning you! Snot-nosed!" Sirius couldn't stand it anymore. He himself was an impulsive and irritable character. His sudden rage made Lupine unable to stop Sirius in time. He immediately approached Snape, with two faces. Less than a foot away.

"Dumbledore thinks you have reformed, but I don't think so."

"Oh, what are you doing?!" Mrs. Weasley ran over and separated the two people forcefully.

Snape said nothing, just glanced at Soul and then looked at Sirius.

“A good dog stays out of the way and gets out of the way.”

He knocked Sirius aside and headed for the door.

Soul didn't care about the feud between Sirius and Snape. He heard the words coming from Snape, but obviously, others did not.

"On the first Saturday after school starts, in the morning, at [-]:[-], in my office, Dumbledore asked me to teach you how to Disapparate."

Oh...are I going to be taught by Snape again?

Soul couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch the back of his head. The memory of his previous battle training with Snape came back. I hope Snape's teachings can be gentler this time, right?

Just because he had brought Snape's beloved back from the underground not long ago and chatted with him for more than ten minutes.

As Snape prepared to leave the house, Sirius calmed down from his rage, which was probably one of the few benefits that his imprisonment in Azkaban had brought him.

Because what Dementors love most is turbulent emotions, that is their best qualification. It was there that Sirius learned how to calm down his emotions quickly.

"Wait a minute," he said.

Snape stopped and turned around, looking at Sirius, "I'm very busy, Black. Unlike you, I have unlimited free time..."

"I will apply to Dumbledore for me to continue to take over Harry's Occlumency training." Sirius guessed that Snape would have another mouthful of venom and immediately interrupted.

"Whatever you want." Snape said coldly, "If it weren't for Dumbledore, I would rather teach a troll how to bathe itself."

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

The quarrel between Snape and Sirius made the atmosphere in this place close to the entrance hall stagnant for a while.

Until Ginny's exclamation sounded.

"Are you all right, Harry."

Everyone followed the sound and stared at the door. Sirius, who had a gloomy face, also came back to his senses.

Harry fell into Ginny's arms.

"It's nothing." Lupine checked quickly, "It's just that he's too tired. Just help him back to the room and let him sleep for a while."

……

Snape's arrival was just a brief interlude before the next news arrived.

About ten days before the official end of the holiday, Mr. Weasley skipped work at noon and brought several neatly folded letters, as well as the students' final exam results.

This should have been delivered earlier.

Since NO. 12 Grimmauld Place is within the protection range of the Red Loyalty Curse, the owls responsible for delivering the message cannot find the designated location.

Soul took Hermione's share from Mr. Weasley, and after calling Hermione and Ginny downstairs, handed it to her. Yes, since he was 'dead', naturally there was no more of his. That purchase letter and list.

Hermione's grades were, of course, all 'o's, except for Potions.

Results were one thing, but what surprised the little girl even more was that in the next school year, she would take the position of Gryffindor's prefect---she took out a shiny prefect from the envelope. badge!

"Congratulations, Hermione." Soul smiled and hugged the little girl who jumped over happily to share this important news with him, and kissed the little girl loudly in front of everyone.

"as a reward."

In fact, it's an advantage~ Men, you won't suffer any loss at this time.

"Oh, where's yours?" Hermione blushed, slapped Sur on the shoulder coquettishly, and then looked at Sur's hand curiously.

"Have you forgotten?" Suer spread his hands, "I am a warrior, I don't have to take the final exam, and next school year..."

"What about the next school year?" Harry asked curiously as he listened halfway. He also did not take the final exam, so naturally he did not have the corresponding transcript, but he did have the list of books he needed to purchase for admission.

"Nothing." Soul and Hermione said in unison.

Harry was not easily fooled. He was keenly aware that Soul and Hermione were hiding something from him, and was about to ask further questions.

Mrs. Weasley let out an ecstatic exclamation.

"Oh my God!! Is this real? I can't believe it."

Harry's eyes were immediately attracted, and he saw Mrs. Weasley holding Ron in her arms, jumping up and down. Ron's body was completely covered, and only one hand reached over to Mrs. Weasley. His shoulders were raised in the air, and there was a shining badge in his hand.

Mrs. Weasley jumped around for a while, stopped, and looked carefully at the badge in Ron's hand.

"Arthur, I want you to tell me I'm not dreaming."

"It's true, Molly." Mr. Weasley looked very surprised, but he quickly accepted the good news.

"I can't believe it, Prefect! Ron, this is great, everyone in our family is a prefect!" Mrs. Weasley said with tears in her eyes.

But this sentence sounded really harsh to the Weasley brothers.

"Oh, what do Fred and me mean?" George said angrily,

"Maybe it's the neighbor next door?" Fred looked like an old man on the subway looking at his phone, and continued what George said.