First floor of Hogwarts Castle, Potions Office.
Professor Snape was looking at Harry with a face full of 'you must be joking' disbelief.
"So, you want to learn how to weave false memories?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded repeatedly.
Snape seemed to snort through his nose, squinting at Harry for a long time before slowly speaking: "Then why don't you go to your Dogfather? You should know, I'm merely the Potions Master, while your Dogfather is the teaching assistant for Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Snape emphasized the word "teaching assistant" heavily.
As if he was implying something.
In fact, Harry could hear the undertone in Snape's voice.
Just a bit of sarcasm directed at Sirius, followed by reluctance.
His words hinted with "you'd better find someone better, I'm really not being modest here."
Harry took a deep breath, but considering that Professor Snape was a master of the Mind Sealing Spell— this has been proven through history, given he could serve as a double agent under Voldemort, a master of Mind Reading, it shows that his Mind Sealing Spell was perfected.
"But I heard you are a master of Mind Sealing." Harry squeezed out a smile and said: "This was mentioned once by Professor Dumbledore, and I kept it in mind... And immediately thought of you as the most outstanding user of the Mind Sealing Spell."
Snape appeared a bit dazed, despite having a not-quite-reconciled reconciliation with James Potter, seeing this face before him admitting he was a 'master', brought him genuine satisfaction.
Good.
Very good…
He looked again, seeing a pair of green eyes staring at him, watery and so familiar…
Ah...
Lily…
Originally somewhat resistant, now thinking about it… it wasn't unacceptable.
But he couldn't just let Potter succeed so easily.
"Hmph."
Professor Snape snorted arrogantly, giving Harry's eyes another deep look, then said: "Since you want to learn advanced applications of the Mind Sealing Spell, then show me your sincerity, Potter."
"Sincerity?" Harry was now completely confused.
Why, what sincerity is needed?
"Since you believe your Dogfather isn't impressive with the Mind Sealing Spell, then…"
Snape said, his eyes releasing an evil light.
"If you can let him persuade me, then... I don't mind teaching you the advanced applications of the Mind Sealing Spell..."
Harry thought about it and realized it was indeed reasonable.
Snape didn't owe him anything; it's unreasonable to expect people to eagerly teach upon request.
If it was Lily speaking, then there wouldn't be any issue.
But he didn't have a deep relationship with Professor Snape, and his dad also had some issues with Snape… although they reconciled, they still found each other annoying.
So…
He had to show some sincerity.
"Alright, Professor," Harry spoke quickly: "I will have Godfather come here..."
With that said, he quickly slipped out of Snape's office, not wanting to linger at all.
He immediately headed to Professor Lupin's office.
Sirius is Lupin's teaching assistant, so during the day he'd be sitting in the office, helping students with problems.
When Harry arrived, there were a few sixth-year female students chatting with Sirius in the office.
It was clear Sirius was a bit impatient, but he hid it well.
If Harry weren't extremely familiar with him, seeing his little finger rubbing the desk, he'd really be fooled by his patient appearance.
Seeing Harry enter the office, Sirius subtly let out a breath of relief.
"Alright, students," Sirius clapped his hands, speaking to the girls: "I have some personal matters to handle; if there's anything else, please come to my office later or tomorrow, alright?"
"Alright, Professor."
The girls reluctantly stood up, giggling and leaving Sirius's office.
Harry had an inkling.
These girls came to Sirius's office not to ask about Defense Against the Dark Arts questions— they were undoubtedly there for Sirius himself.
No other reason.
Godfather is indeed handsome.
Not surprising these girls are obsessed with him, hanging around, waiting like nerds hoping for a random encounter with Sirius...
"What's up?" Sirius picked up a damp towel to wipe his hands, smiling at Harry: "Feels strange?"
"No," Harry pointed a finger, showing an expression of 'this is expected', "If your office didn't have female students, then I'd find it strange."
"The way you say it, it makes me sound like I'm not a good person." Sirius laughed, pulling up the hem of his jacket, hands on hips, looking dashing and somewhat flashy.
If one didn't know the grudges between Sirius and Snape, seeing Snape showing hostility towards him year after year, day after day, most would misunderstand, thinking Snape was jealous of Sirius's attractiveness.
But the truth? Who knows?
In Western society, someone like Snape, a 'nerd', is not very popular; those who are welcomed are athletic stars, and James was among the most sought after.