Chapter 222

"Woohoo! Ryan is awesome!"

Seeing this, Titus and the others cheered for Ryan.

Although it was just a match to select newcomers, Ryan's move really caused an uproar in the stands.

If he had pulled up his broomstick any later, he probably would have fallen from the sky and hit the ground with a thud.

Ryan had just climbed out of the hay pile, his hand still clutching the buzzing, trembling Snitch.

Soon, Qiu Zhang landed in front of Ryan to congratulate him on successfully catching the Snitch; his spot on the school team was a done deal.

Although his experience was still shallow, Ryan was already a qualified Seeker.

As the match ended, the two teams gathered, and Captain LuoJie began to announce the list of those selected.

They were either dejected, unwilling, or excited.

Clearly, they had all received their respective results.

John and the others were naturally most concerned about Ryan.

Although they couldn't hear LuoJie's words on the field, they could see Ryan's expression was one of constant excitement.

Especially the corners of his mouth, which were harder to suppress than an AK.

After LuoJie finished speaking and confirmed the training session for the next day, they were dismissed.

After leaving the field, Ryan couldn't control his excitement and ran toward John and the others.

"Hahahaha! I made it! Brothers!"

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

The four of them were jumping up and down happily, holding hands in a circle and spinning around on the spot.

"Made it, made it~ made it~"

The four of them sang and danced.

Hermione, for once, didn't interrupt John's madness.

Luna and Neville, standing behind, also watched them spinning around with smiles.

It was like a group of savages dancing around a bonfire.

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

Only John was miserably squatting in Professor Snape's workshop, grinding a bowl of potion dregs.

There was no help for it; yesterday, to accompany Ryan, he had skipped Professor Snape's work.

Today, he was caught and told he wasn't allowed to leave until he finished.

However, he had gained experience from doing the work.

Now he could directly use magic to handle some of the rough work.

And then process the fine work himself.

The efficiency was top-notch.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the workshop door was slammed open.

No, that's not right; someone had been pushed in.

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

"Uh? Is Senior Harry here to do free labor too?"

John was stunned for a moment after seeing the two enter and asked.

"Shut up, get back to your work."

Professor Snape couldn't be bothered to argue with John; he pulled Harry straight to the corner of the workshop and forced him into a chair.

"I'll give you one minute to prepare, Potter. In one minute, I will begin to invade your mind."

Professor Snape commanded Harry coldly.

So he had brought Harry here to practice Occlumency.

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

Harry had been pushed around by Professor Snape since he entered and hadn't had a chance to speak.

Only now did he finally protest.

"The Dark Lord won't care whether you have things to do today, Potter."

"Every day you delay learning Occlumency is another day of risk that our intelligence will be discovered by Voldemort."

Professor Snape commanded mercilessly.

These words left Harry speechless.

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

Snape's robes swished as he raised his wand, the tip flickering with a faint, eerie light.

Harry's Adam's apple bobbed; he had no other choice. He took one last look at John, who was also suffering, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, preparing to accept Snape's torture.

John paused his mortar and pestle, watching their practice curiously.

Because John hadn't learned Occlumency either.

It wasn't that he didn't want to learn; it was that he didn't dare to.

The simplest way to practice this was, like Professor Snape, to complete the first step by directly resisting Legilimency.

But he was afraid that when someone performed Legilimency on him, they would read the memories of his previous life.

That stuff wasn't meant to be shared.

So he had never asked Professor Flitwick to teach him.

"Legilimens!"

At this moment, Professor Snape began his mental invasion of Harry.

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

Clearly, the forced intrusion into his mind was agonizing, and cold sweat instantly soaked his hair.

He wondered if Harry had any embarrassing little secrets.

If they were discovered, it would be social suicide.

Professor Snape's Legilimency wasn't continuous; he would stop for a minute after using it to let Harry recover, then continue for another minute, using frequent intrusions to let Harry try to build a barrier himself.

John looked at Harry and shook his head helplessly.

This is the pain one must experience to grow, Harry.

If you don't suffer this, the consequences of being controlled by Voldemort in the future due to failed Occlumency will be a hundred times worse than this.

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

After all, he had his own things to do.

Nearly two hours passed just like that.

They each did their own work, not disturbing each other.

From time to time, Professor Snape's cold sarcasm toward Harry would drift over.

"Losing focus again, Potter? Your mind is as open as a colander!"

"Throw away those useless things in your head!"

"I'm about to vomit from what's in your head, Potter!"

"I must report to Dumbledore that practicing Occlumency with you is a waste of time!"

Snape's biting remarks never stopped.

John had never experienced such strong verbal attack power.

"You are just like your father, lazy and arrogant!"

Oh boy.

Hearing this, John knew trouble was coming.

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

"Don't you dare talk about my father!"