Harry Potter and the Old Ones

There was only one person in the entire classroom who looked angrier than Hermione, and that was Malfoy.

Harry was pleased to see that he poured out something that looked like cat vomit.

However, before any of them could show their anger at Harry being at the top of his class without doing anything, the bell rang.

"It's time to pack up!" Horace Slughorn said cheerfully, "Also, ten points from Gryffindor, for our Potions Prince Mr. Potter successfully passed my temporary test, well done , Harry, very clever, keep up the good work.”

When facing Harry, Horace Slughorn has never been stingy in praising him. Even though Harry now needs Horace Slughorn's praise and affirmation, but at this moment when he hears Horace Slughorn's praise, Lars Slughorn's long words still made Harry blush slightly.

The laughter in the classroom continued. Harry returned to his test bench at the back of the classroom. He was slowly packing his schoolbag behind. Ron and Hermione both looked a little distressed. They both wanted to leave when they left. Fortunately for Harry, in the end, only Harry and Slug were left in the classroom.

"Oh, Harry, why aren't you leaving yet? You're going to be late for your next class," said Horace Slughorn, the golden clasps of his dragonskin briefcase clicking shut.

"Yes, sir," Harry said, his head spinning rapidly as he quickly thought about how to speak. "There is one thing I don't know how to say. It's this matter. You can see it as my curiosity or as a matter of fact. Doing something is a matter of life and death for me.”

After struggling for a while, Harry finally decided to follow Hermione's suggestion and say what they had discussed over the past few days.

"Oh Potter, what's going on?" Horace Slughorn indeed became quite enthusiastic, looking at Harry with burning eyes.

"Well, sir, you know me. There seems to be some kind of wonderful connection between Voldemort and me. Voldemort seems to have some kind of magical connection. I often connect with his spirit in dreams or when I am emotional. "Harry thought carefully about his words, "I can only isolate this kind of contact with me through Occlumency. I hope you can teach me Occlumency."

"Me?" Horace Slughorn asked flattered, "If I remember correctly, Professor Snape is not teaching you Occlumency -"

"He and I are in agreement. I can't accept his teaching methods." Harry hurriedly found an excuse and said, "His teaching methods are too rough and too eager for quick success."

"Well Snape is indeed... not that ahem" Horace Slughorn seemed to accept Harry's reason, "Well, so have I recently."

Just when Horace Slughorn was about to agree to Harry's request, he suddenly saw Tiera's smiling figure appearing on the glass window of his classroom.

Tiera, who was reflected on the glass, smiled and raised a finger to her mouth, then shook her head.

"Well, Harry is very, very happy. I'm very happy that you trust me." Horace Slughorn almost agreed, but after seeing Tiera appear, he changed his mind temporarily, "But Harry, you , you know, I, I, I, um, I am busy with a big thing recently. It is quite urgent in terms of time."

"Don't you have any time?" Harry asked anxiously and disappointedly.

"Huh? Me" Horace Slughorn's eyes drifted towards the classroom window again.

Tiera's image on the window still smiled and shook her head.

"I'm so sorry, Harry, I, I." Horace Slughorn racked his brains to think of an excuse, "Harry, you know, I'm very old, even with the help of potions, there's nothing I can do Stay focused for a long time.”

"If you can wait a moment, um," said Horace Slughorn, "How about this summer vacation? I will be completely free this summer vacation, and I would like to invite you to stay at my house in Scotland. At that time, I can give you special training in potion skills and Occlumency."

"Oh, okay," Harry said helplessly, "Sorry to bother you, Professor Slughorn."

"Don't worry, child," Horace Slughorn comforted. "I trust Tiera to keep you safe until you learn Occlumency."

"Sorry to bother you, Professor Slughorn." Harry left the classroom a little disappointed.

After confirming that Harry had indeed left, Horace Slughorn sat down at the teacher's desk helplessly.

"Even if I've only been back teaching for less than half a year, I can see that Harry and Snape are not getting along." Horace Slughorn said, "Why do you have to let Snape teach Harry brain training?" What about Occlumency? You, me, or Dumbledore are all better choices than Snape."

"Especially now that the refining of the magic stone has entered the final stage. We have already set the rules for the operation of magic. We just need to regularly observe the overlap of the three dimensions."

"Don't you think that I, Dumbledore, and the other teachers at Hogwarts helped Harry too much?" Tiera asked.

"Harry was a poor child, barely a year old," recalled Horace Slughorn.

"I know that he has a rough life, and I know that he has gone through many hardships." Tiera interrupted gently, "But this is not the reason why he is overly dependent on others and unwilling to work hard on his own."

"Like you, Dumbledore, the thieving godfather Sirius Black, and all the teachers in Hogwarts, I hope that Harry is happy and happy, but at the same time, I hope that Harry can be independent." Yela said, "Harry is not an ordinary child. Although I hate to say this, Harry was born extraordinary. There are some things that cannot be solved and avoided by him just running away or hiding."

"Voldemort is just a trivial matter. It is nothing to me and Dumbledore." Tiera said with a smile, "Dumbledore and I still allow Voldemort to act like this because we want to take advantage of Voldemort's activities and The ripples he made shed light on the wizarding world's problems."

"What Harry and we will face in the future is not Voldemort."

"What we will face in the future is much more terrifying than Voldemort." Tiera said, "What we will face in the future are billions of Muggles who may be hostile to us."