Chapter 1103: Snape's Memory

"There are still a lot of people left!" Hermione reassured him.

"Yeah, there are a lot of people left." Harry said, his mood didn't seem to improve much, all he really cared about was that Ron and Qiu didn't go, "During Maeda's party at night, we practiced the spell Ivan taught before , everyone is doing pretty well.”

After a moment of silence, anyone could tell that Harry was not in a very high mood.

"Sirius, I came here today to talk to you..."

Boom, there was a violent vibration from the other side of the fire.

"What's that sound?"

"It's Fred and George, I'm asking them to help me buy time for this meeting." Harry said indifferently, "I don't know what they are going to do, probably set off special fireworks and firecrackers, the two of them One thinks that since Dumbledore is not at the school, they don't need to abide by the school rules, so since four days ago, Hogwarts has been filled with Weasley's magic fireworks everywhere, running around."

"God, don't the professors care?"

"The principals didn't make a move, and the others couldn't catch the two of them, and they don't know how they did it. These fireworks are difficult to eliminate, but they are getting more and more."

"They cast a lot of anti-spells on the fireworks. For example, if they are hit by the stun spell, they will explode directly; if they use the disappearing spell, the fireworks will increase tenfold." Ivan said with interest, "Fred Great idea with George, the prank pyrotechnics they make are amazing, and of course some advanced spells will take care of them..."

Hermione glared at him, which was not something to be proud of.

"Harry, did you say you wanted Fred and George to buy you time?"

"Yeah, I need them to attract attention so I can get into Umbridge's office and use her fireplace, oh, it's the Special Operations team's office now. As you know, the other fireplaces in the school are monitored by the Ministry of Magic It can't be used, except here at Umbridge." Harry said, "She left a hole in her office before."

"You can't do that!" said Hermione immediately. "You're going to get in big trouble."

Harry ignored her, he still stared at Sirius, "Sirius, I want to talk to you about my dad."

"What do you want to say?" Sirius looked at him, who hadn't interrupted until now.

"Last night, when I went to Snape's tutoring, Malfoy suddenly broke in and called him away. They seem to have found the missing Monty in a toilet on the fifth floor, which was done by Fred and George " Harry said quickly, breathing more and more quickly, "After Snape left, I couldn't help but look at the Pensieve he left behind. Every time he taught me Occlumency, he would save some memories there ..."

"You saw something about James?" Sirius looked at him. "In Snape's memory."

"Yes." Harry nodded, his expression becoming more and more melancholy, "Listen to me, Sirius!"

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At this moment, Harry was the only one left in Snape's office, and the silver-white substance in the Pensieve not far away was spinning.

Harry knew that was Snape's thoughts, things he didn't want him to see if he accidentally breached Snape's defenses.

Staring at the Pensieve, Harry felt a surge of curiosity, what was Snape so carefully hiding?

He took two steps towards the table, thinking hard.

Could it be that Snape had decided to keep him secret about the Department of Mysteries?

Or something to do with Voldemort?

Look at what he did at school after the principal and Ivan left, and he was in cahoots with Lucius Malfoy.

The more he thought about it, the more Harry felt that there was such a possibility, maybe he would discover some great secret.

He looked back, his heart was beating harder and faster.

How long did it take Snape to free Montague from the toilet?

Would he go straight back to his office, or would he escort Montague to the school hospital?

Needless to say, of course it is the latter!

Montague was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and Snape must have wanted to make sure he was all right.

Harry took the last few steps towards the Pensieve, standing on the edge and looking down at its floor. He hesitated for a moment, and after hearing that the office and the corridor outside were very quiet, he quickly drew out his wand, and lightly poked the contents of the Pensieve with the tip of the wand.

The silver object in the basin began to spin rapidly, and Harry bent over it to see it become transparent.

He seemed to be looking into a room through a circular skylight, and he was looking down into the school hall.

It turned out to be an auditorium, which was different from what I originally expected. What's going on?

For a while, Harry felt that he was in a dilemma, and rationally told him not to continue watching, Snape might come back at any time, but Harry thought of the departure of Ivan and Hermione, his anger at Ron, and Qiu's incomprehension, and he couldn't help it. There was Malfoy's sneering look.

In the next second, a reckless courage seized him.

He took a deep breath and buried his cheek in Snape's thoughts.

Immediately the office floor tipped over, tipping Harry headfirst into the Pensieve.

He spun and fell rapidly in the icy darkness, and then he stood in the middle of the auditorium.

But the four college tables were gone, replaced by more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction.

At each table sat a student, head down, writing hurriedly on a roll of parchment.

The only sound was the clicking of quills, and the occasional rustle of someone adjusting their own parchment.

Doubt rose deep in Harry's mind, which was obviously an exam.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows and fell on the lowered heads.

In the bright light, the heads shone in taupe, reddish brown, and gold.

Harry looked around carefully, Snape must be here somewhere, it was his memory.

There he was, at a table behind Harry.

As Harry watched him, the teenage Snape looked muscular and pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark, his long, greasy hair hanging down the table.

His aquiline nose was barely half an inch from the parchment as he wrote hastily.

Harry walked around behind Snape and looked at the title on the test paper: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ordinary Wizarding Level.

Ordinary Wizarding Levels, so to speak, Snape must have been fifteen or sixteen at this point, about the same age as Harry was now, moving his hand rapidly from side to side across the parchment.

These questions didn't seem to bother him, he wrote quickly without any hesitation.

He wrote at least a foot longer than those closest to him, and his handwriting was small and dense.

From this point of view, Snape, like Hermione, was obviously a top student when he was a boy, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was a subject he was good at. Browse and read the address: