When Albert stood up and prepared to leave, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"I once taught Fred and the others Occlumency, but it's a pity that they didn't learn it. I don't think I can teach Potter Occlumency." Albert shook his head and said, "You'd better teach him yourself."

"Perhaps, you should have noticed something. It is not appropriate for me to teach Harry." Dumbledore's lenses flashed with light.

"Believe me, Snape is even more inappropriate than you. Some things are just wishful thinking on your part." Albert said to Dumbledore, "And I predicted Sirius's death."

"Is what you said true?"

Phineas, who originally pretended to be asleep, finally couldn't help but speak. He couldn't tolerate the bloodline of the Black family being cut off.

"have no idea."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore's expression became serious.

"Although Peter Pettigrew is dead, as you said, who can tell clearly what will happen in the future?" Albert reminded kindly, "I suggest you prepare some elixirs, anyway, you are

There is no shortage of money. Of course, if you can get the elixir, remember to get one for me and I will pay for it. You know, I am not short of galleons."

"Wait Anderson, let's talk." Phineas said loudly.

"What I can do is very limited. The most I can do is give you a warning." Albert opened the door and left.

As soon as he came out of the gap in the monster statue, he met Potter standing outside.

"Go in, Dumbledore is inside." Albert helped Harry enter the principal's office.

"Harry, what do you want from me?" Dumbledore was a little surprised that Harry would appear here.

"Sir, I have been having a dream recently, about a long and dark corridor. Albert told me that my dream is related to Voldemort." Harry looked at the old man in front of him, waited for a moment and then continued.

: "He suggested that I learn Occlumency from you, saying that as long as you master Occlumency, you won't have the same nightmare again."

"Mr. Anderson's judgment is quite correct." Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes. "He believes that there is some special connection between you and Voldemort, and that the Occlumency Master can prevent himself from being affected."

"Can you teach me Occlumency?" Harry asked expectantly.

"I'm afraid I won't have much time to teach you in the near future." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, but finally refused, "If you want to learn, I can find someone to teach you."

"Who?" Harry asked curiously.

"Mr. Anderson, he is a very powerful master of Occlumency." Dumbledore said gently, "If I can convince him."

"Anderson said he couldn't teach me and asked me to find you." Harry shook his head.

"I will try to convince him," Dumbledore said to Harry. "If that doesn't work, I will help you find another one."

Originally, Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore, who seemed to be avoiding him intentionally, but in the end he did not say anything. He knew that if Dumbledore was unwilling to tell him, even if he asked, it would only increase embarrassment.

"Then I'll go first, Professor." Harry turned and left. He could see that Dumbledore was not ready to reveal anything more to him.

Maybe the time hasn't come yet.

Although Harry was annoyed by being kept in the dark, he had been able to barely control his emotions recently, not to mention that he had just taken a tranquilizer.

"I think you should consider Anderson's proposal." Phineas said to Dumbledore after Harry left.

"I will."

"No, you won't. No wonder Anderson directly refused to join your Order of the Phoenix." Phineas turned and disappeared. He planned to talk to Sirius. Maybe he should let his unlucky great-great-grandson pay attention to his safety.
Chapter completed!