Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

As soon as Snape finished speaking, the two Gryffindors present blushed.

It is undeniable.

Harry did have a problem with Snape when he taught him how to resist his Legilimency.

Harry hadn't studied it.

However, this was not the reason why Snape could freely and wantonly look through his memories and make vicious comments.

"But you didn't teach Harry hard at all!" Sirius retorted loudly.

"You just deliberately enter his mind every time to search for what you want."

"Admit it, Snotlout. You did it on purpose."

"It's because Harry looks exactly like James, so what you are doing now is revenge on us!"

"Maybe you just wanted to check Harry's brain on purpose to get information and report it to your master who is hiding somewhere!"

Snape's expression became colder and colder after he opened his mouth to refute, until finally, his face couldn't be any darker.

"I do feel sick about his father."

"He inherited his father's arrogance, willfulness and stupidity."

“Pity.”

He curled his lips, "I hope that one day, when you meet the Dark Lord, you will be able to stand up to him proudly."

"You're not allowed to enter my brain and look into my mind at will, is that right?"

Snape looked at Harry, who was leaning on the table, gasping for breath and still unconscious.

His eyes inevitably showed a feeling of disappointment.

Before Lily's child entered school, he had thought that perhaps the child would look very much like Lily.

Inherited the talent for potions from Lily.

He will also raise Lily's child well.

However, all of this was shattered after he saw Harry and attended Harry's first Potions class.

This was a girl who had no sense of modesty, had no talent for potions, and, except for her eyes, she looked nothing like Lily.

A Gryffindor who looked a lot like James Potter.

Agas stood between them, looking at Sirius who had taken out his wand and yelled.

"Sirius, have you ever faced Voldemort head-on?"

Sirius paused as he recalled his past and discovered that he had never faced Voldemort head-on.

Every time, it was just a battle with those Death Eaters.

"No." He shook his head slightly.

"Tsk." Snape sneered, turned back to sit at his desk and looked at Agas.

"Legilimens."

Agas's movements were so fast that Sirius had no time to react. He stared directly into Agas's eyes, his memories in his brain being turned over by Agas.

However, Agas only glanced at what happened today and then withdrew from Sirius' memory.

"Just like this." Agas looked at Sirius, who was panting and raising his wand towards him.

"Voldemort is a guy who can look into your mind without a wand."

"Why do you think Professor Snape went too far?"

"Perhaps you haven't tried something more extreme yet."

This is what Agas cannot understand the most.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius had clearly witnessed the horror of Voldemort during the darkest period.

Snape's teaching to Harry was just a constant invasion of his brain, allowing Harry to develop the habit of closing himself off at all times to avoid being suddenly attacked.

Isn’t this a very normal teaching method?

Gellert did the same to himself when he was a child.

The only difference between Gellert and Snape is that he would not, like Snape, invade other people's brains while expressing his own thoughts.

"Is it just because Snape was the one who taught Harry?"

Argas brushed past Sirius and came to Harry's side.

"I'm sorry Harry, but my father was a better Legilimency master than Snape was when he taught me Occlumency."

Agarth said, his eyes meeting Harry's confused ones.

He moved quickly, and this time, not only did he not recite any spells, he also didn't use a wand.

He only touched Harry's memory and quickly withdrew.

The room fell into silence for a long time.

"Forget it." Snape's cold voice sounded, "I hope your brain can last a little longer in front of the Dark Lord."

Then with a wave of his wand he pushed Harry and Sirius out of the office.

Agas turned sideways to avoid Snape's indiscriminate attack.

"Professor, I have to sigh that your control over spells is not as strong as your potions."

Snape glanced at Agarth and hummed softly in his throat.

But considering Agas's defense of him, he changed the subject and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that his expression was no longer as stern as at the beginning, Agas smiled and placed the things in the ring in front of him.

"Professor, have you ever heard of the Blood Curse Orcs?"

Snape frowned, and the habitual frown left a deep vertical mark between his eyebrows.

"What do you want to say?"

He opened the bottle in front of him, and a strong smell of blood came out.

"I just want to know how to remove the curse from the blood-cursed orcs."

"You have to know that the curse of the blood-cursed orcs is on the soul, not the body."

"I know."

“Because I know this, I want to find a solution.”

Agas's eyes were firm.

But Snape shook his head.

"Many potion masters have thought about solving this problem and keeping their names in the book."

“But they all failed.”

"The blood-cursed orcs gradually disappeared from the wizards' sight. Even if some wizards turned into unthinking beasts, they would not appear in front of the wizards."

Snape disagreed with Agas's unrealistic idea: "Why, Mr. Grindelwald, you want to run before you even learn to walk?"

"Professor." Agas turned a deaf ear to Snape's sarcasm.

"What if I say I have a blood-cursed orc on my hands?"

He stared at Snape.

Snape looked at Agarth with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Based on his understanding of Agast over the years, Snape knew that he was a person who was very afraid of trouble.

However, such a trouble-averse person wants to study the blood-cursed orcs and break the curse on their souls.

Snape's brain was spinning frantically. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Agas and said, "Are you studying the soul?"

"Whose soul do you want to rip off?"

Agas curled his lips and said with a smile: "Voldemort."