"What happened?" Professor McGonagall waved her wand.

The chess pieces that seemed to be chasing her froze in place.

"You beat up Professor Quirrell?"

"Although his teaching method does have some problems, at least wait for me..."

"I mean, at least be gentle."

Snape sneered, but he was more restrained towards Professor McGonagall: "This is not a professor, this is the Dark Lord's lackey, my dear Professor Minerva."

"Oh, yes, You-Know-Who." Professor McGonagall suddenly realized and looked at Harry: "Mr. Weasley told me that you were going to stop You-Know-Who."

"You are just a first-year wizard, how dare you..."

Harry interrupted Professor McGonagall, "Dumbledore asked me to do this, and I refused twice."

He looked at Snape thoughtfully.

"Dark Lord".

This is a very interesting title, which carries a certain degree of respect.

Before this, he had only seen one other person use it.

Ollivanders, the wand seller.

Snape gouged it out, his eyes ferocious, and he looked like he wanted to hang Harry upside down.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall roared like a lion, "How dare you! What did you promise me? You said that no one could break into Hogwarts, and no one could..."

"Minerva, oh, dear." Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

Professor McGonagall twirled the wand in her hand subconsciously.

"Minerva, Severus, please take Quirrell to the infirmary." Dumbledore ordered, "I'm afraid our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is in a bad condition."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and launched Quirrell into the air.

"Professor McGonagall is not one of those hungry fools in Gryffindor." Snape stared at Dumbledore, "So I don't need to go with her."

"There are three Gryffindors here, Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Harry and Dumbledore looked at him.

Snape pursed his lips and tilted his head.

"Okay, Severus, you come with us." Dumbledore hesitated, nodded, and waved his hand. They walked out of the room and separated at the end of the corridor.

Principal's office.

Dumbledore asked them to sit down, then turned to look at the portraits on the wall and said, "I have something to say to my students. Maybe you need to leave for a while?"

The portraits tactfully slipped away, and soon only the empty background paintings were left on the wall.

"Now we can talk properly." Dumbledore sat down, waved his wand, poured Harry a glass of milk and Snape a cup of black tea.

"Where were we just now?" Dumbledore thought for a moment, "Yes, Voldemort, he was also a very good student at Hogwarts..."

"I'm not interested in Voldemort's past." Harry interrupted him, "Please don't waste your time, just get to the most important things."

Dumbledore said seriously, "I'm sorry, Harry."

"Because of some other things and my negligence, I failed to discover Voldemort's true nature, and failed to guide him well and make him the person he is now."

"Please forgive me for testing you. Sometimes people can hide things very well."

"Just like Voldemort, every professor who taught him thought he was handsome and elegant and would make a great Minister of Magic."

Harry thought of Voldemort's face: "Do you have any misunderstandings about handsomeness?"

"Or... in your opinion, having no nose is cool?"

Dumbledore was stunned, then smiled and shook his head: "No, he was very handsome when he was young, as handsome as you. What you see now is his appearance after the transformation of his flesh and blood through dark magic."

Harry tutted. "In that case, I'm afraid I'll have to charge you more."

Dumbledore looked serious.

"I'd like to learn two spells from you," said Harry.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Occlumency," Harry began.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, even if you don't tell me, I will probably ask you to learn it."

"The Patronus Charm," Harry continued. "Of course, the one you know, the one that works on magical creatures."

Dumbledore nodded: "That's not a problem, but... you have to learn the Patronus Charm before you can make some changes."

"When can I come to study with you?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore looked at Snape and said, "Severus, I think you would be happy to help me with this."

"I don't want to." Snape refused decisively, "I can handle it in class, and I can even tolerate Potter asking some stupid questions after class, but this is already my limit."

"Would you like to stay with the troll for a long time?"

Harry shook his head: "Dumbledore, this is your responsibility."

"And the smell of Professor Snape's hair oil is a bit unacceptable."

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry fiercely.

Harry was unmoved.

"Harry, you should have noticed that your scar..." Dumbledore brought up a new topic.

Harry nodded. "A part of Voldemort? Perhaps a fragment of his soul. He is so amazing that he could leave behind such a method before being seriously injured..."

That love spell allowed him to hurt Voldemort.

But why do scars hurt?

Even if the harm is mutual, it should be the palm...

The only possible explanation is that this scar does not belong to Harry, but to Voldemort.

Even excellent witches like Yennefer and Triss failed to discover it.

"Perhaps he himself has not noticed it." Dumbledore shook his head, "Otherwise, with his mind, he would have affected you through the scar a long time ago."

Snape listened, his face becoming more and more gloomy: "Very good!"

"Starting from next school year, come to my office every Wednesday and Saturday, and I will make sure you learn Occlumency and the Patronus Charm."

"Not on Wednesday, I have to go to Professor McGonagall's detention." Harry shook his head.

Snape laughed angrily: "Ah, stupid lion of Gryffindor, are you still proud of breaking school rules?"

"Very good, then every Thursday and Saturday."

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction: "I knew you would help me, Severus."

"It's really touching that Professor Snape cares about me so much." Harry said expressionlessly and indifferently.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Shut up, Potter!"

"If you can't learn these two spells within one school year, I'll let you taste the troll's anus!"

Harry laughed and said, "Professor Snape likes trolls so much. I'll have to find a way to give you one for Christmas next year."

"For your own head?" Snape sneered.

Dumbledore had a headache and waved his hand: "Okay, just be more restrained in front of me, Harry, do you have anything else to ask?"

"How do I get rid of this thing?" Harry pointed to his forehead.

Dumbledore sighed, "I haven't figured out what he is yet. There are many ways to cut souls in the Dark Arts, and I'm not sure which one he is."

Harry frowned. "There's Voldemort growing on his head. He's really interesting. Why does he like to take root in people's heads so much?"

"So you should learn the brain block technique as soon as possible." Dumbledore emphasized, "How do you plan to spend the holidays?"

Harry answered without hesitation, "I will probably stay at Professor Flitwick's house. He wants to introduce me to a master blacksmith. I have collected a lot of materials in the Forbidden Forest. I can make a set of leather armor when the time comes."

"Forbidden Forest!" Snape's voice became hoarse. "Use your stupid brain to think carefully, Potter, that is not the place for you to go."

Harry shrugged and nodded perfunctorily. He heard it, but he didn't listen...

"Harry, I think... you need to go back to your aunt's house." Dumbledore tactfully suggested, "I'll talk to Filius."

Harry asked back, "Why?"

"That was not pleasant at all, for me or for them."

"Petney is your aunt." Dumbledore explained, "The spell needs the power of blood to continue. You will have to stay there for at least a month."

"You know Aunt Petunia?" Harry was stunned, and soon noticed the slicked-back cloak with a sinister look on his face, "Professor Snape knows her too?"

"Your mother, Lily, was a Muggle before." Dumbledore paused, "She was a Muggle. Petunia also hoped to become a little wizard at first, and she even wrote to me."

Harry suddenly realized and nodded.

So this is why Penny hates magic so much?

What about Professor Snape...

Snape sneered and put his wand against Harry's head: "Don't ask about such nonsense, Potter. You should curb your desire to peek into other people's hearts!"

"Don't worry, after September, I will let you feel the pain of having your heart peeped into by others."

Almost at the same time.

Harry placed his wand against Snape's waist. "Thank you, but I sincerely suggest that you wash your hair properly, Professor. I find the smell of hair oil more unacceptable than the pain of having my mind read."

"Do you want me to cast a spell, Potter?" Snape said viciously.

Harry remained calm: "At such a close distance, you may not be able to take advantage."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and had a headache. "Well, even if we have to fight, don't do it in my office. Fawkes is scared."

"Oh, are you too old to see clearly?"

"I can give you a potion to cure your presbyopia."

Almost at the same time, they both started to sneer.

Fox was lying in his bed, sleeping soundly, without any sign of panic.

Dumbledore waved his hand. "Thank God, I really hope you won't fight."

He suddenly felt worried.

Hand Harry over to Snape - although he trusted Snape not to do anything to hurt Harry, Snape also had the ability to smash Harry's face and then restore it after teaching.

How come Lily and James' child has a mouth so much like Snape's?

Snape stood up and said, "Come on, Potter, come with me to the office."

"Are you eager to educate me now?" Harry stood up.

"Don't forget!" Snape gritted his teeth, "You still have an exam, don't you want your notes?"