Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

"Wuhu! Ruian is awesome!"

Titus and the others cheered for Ryan when they saw this.

Although it was just a competition to select new talents, Ryan's actions really caused an uproar among the spectators.

If Nabo had pulled up the broom any later, he probably would have fallen from the sky and landed with a resounding thud.

Ryan had just climbed out of the haystack, still clutching the buzzing, vibrating thief in his hand.

Soon, Qiu Zhang landed in front of Rui An. Congratulations on successfully capturing the thief; his inclusion in the school team is now a certainty.

Although he is still relatively inexperienced, Ryan is already a qualified seeker.

As the match ended, both teams assembled, and Captain Roger began announcing the selected players.

They might be frustrated, resentful, or excited.

Clearly, they all obtained their respective results.

John and his companions were naturally most concerned about Ryan.

Although they couldn't hear Roger's words from inside the arena, they could see that Ryan's expression remained one of excitement.

Especially the corners of his mouth, they're harder to suppress than an AK.

After Roger finished speaking and confirmed their participation in the training camp the next day, they disbanded.

After leaving, Ryan couldn't contain his excitement and ran towards John and the others.

"Hahaha! I passed, guys!"

Ryan rushed over and gave John and the other two a flying bear hug.

The four of them were jumping and skipping happily, holding hands and forming a circle, spinning around in place.

"It's over! It's over! It's over!"

The four of them started singing and dancing.

Hermione, unusually, did not interrupt John's tirade.

Luna and Neville, who were behind them, watched them spinning around with smiles on their faces.

It was like dancing around a campfire with a group of savages.

......

The next day, his friends happily accompanied Ryan to the training camp.

Only John, looking miserable, squatted in Professor Snape's workshop, grinding a bowl of medicine dregs.

There was no other way; he skipped his job as Professor Snape yesterday to spend time with Ryan.

I was caught today and told I can't leave until I finish what I'm doing.

However, he gained experience from doing the work.

Now we can use magic to do some of the manual labor.

Then I would do the finer work myself.

The efficiency is extremely high.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the workshop door was violently kicked open.

No, someone must have been pushed in.

This person was Harry, and the one who pushed him in was naturally Professor Snape.

"Huh? Senior Harry's here to work for free too?"

John paused for a moment after seeing the two men enter and asked.

"Shut up and get back to work."

Professor Snape, too lazy to argue with John, simply dragged Harry to a corner of the workshop and forcibly pressed him into a chair.

"I'll give you one minute to prepare, Porter. After one minute, I'll begin to invade your mind."

Professor Snape coldly commanded Harry.

So it turns out they brought Harry here to practice Occlumency.

"Wait, Professor, I have something to do today, you can't..."

Harry had been shoved and nudged by Professor Snape ever since he came in, and hadn't had a chance to speak.

Only then did they finally break down in protest.

"The Dark Lord doesn't care whether you have something to do today or not, Potter."

"The longer you learn Occlumency, the greater the risk that Voldemort will discover our intelligence."

Professor Snape, as always, gave the order without any mercy.

These words left Harry speechless.

"...So, close your eyes now, concentrate, and get ready. You have 30 seconds left."

Snape flicked the hem of his robe, and his wand was already raised, its tip gleaming faintly.

Harry's Adam's apple bobbed; he was out of options. He glanced one last time at John, who was also looking miserable, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to endure Snape's torment.

John paused in his mortar and pestle, watching them practice with curiosity.

John hadn't even learned about Occlumency.

It's not that I don't want to learn, it's that I'm afraid to learn.

The simplest way to practice this is like Professor Snape, directly relying on resisting Legilimency to complete the first step.

However, he fears that when others try to manipulate his mind, they will access his memories from his previous life.

That kind of thing isn't meant to be shared.

So I've never studied under Professor Flitwick.

"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"

At this point, Professor Snape began to mentally invade Harry's mind.

His wand glowed with a faint blue light, and Harry shuddered, arching his back and digging his fingers into the armrests of the chair, veins bulging on his forehead.

Clearly, the forced intrusion into his mind caused him immense pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead.

I wonder if Harry has any private matters that he might keep hidden from others.

If we get caught, that would be really bad.

Professor Snape's Legilimency was not continuous; he would use it for a minute, then stop to give Harry a break, and then continue for another minute. Through frequent intrusions, he made Harry try to build a barrier on his own.

John looked at Harry and shook his head helplessly.

This is the pain that must be experienced during growth, Harry.

If we don't suffer this torment, the consequences of being controlled by Voldemort in the future due to the failure of Occlumency could be a hundred times worse than they are now.

John stopped paying attention to Harry's situation and focused on his own work.

After all, he also has his own things to do.

Two hours passed just like that.

They each did their own thing and didn't bother each other.

From time to time, you could hear Professor Snape making sarcastic remarks about Harry.

"You're spacing out again, Potter? Your brain's as wide open as a sieve!"

"Get rid of all that useless stuff in your head!"

"I feel like throwing up just looking at what's going on in your head, Potter!"

"I must report to Dumbledore that giving you the opportunity to practice Occlumency is a waste of time!"

Snape's acerbic remarks never stopped.

John had never experienced such a powerful verbal attack.

"You're just like your father—lazy and arrogant!"

Oh wow.

Upon hearing this, John knew he was in trouble.

Harry did indeed open his eyes abruptly, responding to Snape's insult for the first time.

"You are not allowed to speak ill of my father!"