HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

At noon, Licorice went to the cellar.

"You said you wanted to be Potter's Occlumency teacher." Snape looked at his daughter with eyes as sharp as a hawk.

Does she know what she is doing?

Do you have to take the initiative to participate in Old Bee’s plan?

Snape had been protecting Lycoris from being used by Dumbledore.

He can use himself, but Licorice can't.

She should be loved like Draco Malfoy and be happy doing what she wants.

"Yes, Dad." Li Keli looked at him without fear, her tone filled with a hint of pride, "You are the one who taught me how to block my brain. You know how well I have learned it."

Of course he knew how well she had studied, but that was no reason for her to do this.

Snape's dark, empty eyes looked at Lycoris, and Lycoris's brown eyes looked at him.

This should have been her own business, but she insisted on getting involved. Did something happen when she was teaching Potter the Occlumency technique?

Snape was very smart and he saw some clues from his daughter's abnormal self-recommendation.

The killing curse did not kill Harry, but it connected him to Voldemort. Harry could be affected by Voldemort when he was vulnerable and relaxed.

According to Old Bee, Harry said that he was from the snake's perspective - and it's a wild guess that Voldemort was the snake.

Since Voldemort and his strange snake can affect Harry's mood, the reverse is not impossible.

When Harry was tutoring him, he would see things he shouldn't see, which led to bad consequences.

Snape thought about this and said, "I am your teacher."

"Yes, professor, but you won't be able to teach Potter successfully. You can do something else if you have that time." If my father wants to talk to me about the "teacher-student relationship", then let me talk.

"When Mr. Potter looks at you like this, what do you think?" Licorice deliberately winked at her father and said confidently, "And when you see his privacy, are you sure he won't be angry and reject the idea of ​​learning Occlumency?"

Now the only people in the whole Hogwarts who know how to occlude the brain are Dumbledore, the father in front of him, and himself.

"I need to watch you the whole time." Snape knew that what she said was right, and Harry hated himself.

The reason why he was so bad at Potions was mostly because he hated himself so much that he hated studying.

It was very important for Harry to learn Occlumency, Lycoris taught him, and he had to be present.

Professor Snape's private collection room was dark. A candle was lit on the table, and there were two people inside.

Two people?

Harry was confused, why two people?

"Potter, good evening, I'm your Occlumency teacher, and this is my teacher." Lycoris stood up and explained why she was here.

Lycoris looked at Harry's dazed expression in front of her, which looked like a puppy that had hit its head.

Licorice also knows Occlumency?

Didn't Professor Snape teach me? Why her?

Is Lycoris also a member of the Order of the Phoenix?

This was the last question in Harry's mind before his thoughts were interrupted by Lycoris.

"Professor Snape was afraid that something might happen to me while performing Legilimency on you, so he came to protect me." Lycoris nodded to her father, then motioned for Potter to sit down.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but these are not my business. I am only responsible for teaching you the brain block technique, which is very simple." Lycoris stretched out her right hand and gently patted Potter's shoulder. Harry's stiff body relaxed a little, "Relax a little!"

Lycoris pointed to something in the middle of the table and asked in a light tone, "Potter, do you know what this is?"

"Penney," Harry answered Lycoris' question.

He felt uncomfortable all over. Professor Snape was sitting opposite him, looking at him.

Harry tried to ignore his look and turned in Lycoris' direction.

Lycoris looked at Potter, her eyes moving downward. His body was completely turned towards her, and Lycoris saw that his toes were pointed toward the door.

He really hated his father and wanted to leave here.