Vol 2 Chapter 1103: Snape's memory

"This is not a lot of people left!" Hermione comforted him.
"Yeah, there are a lot of people left." Harry said, the mood didn't seem to improve much. What he really cares about is that Ron and Autumn didn't go. "When Maeda's evening party, we practiced the spell that Ivan taught before. Everyone is doing a good job."
For a moment of silence, anyone can see that Harry’s mood is not very high.
"Sirius, I am coming over today, I want to talk to you..."
Bang, there was a violent vibration from the fire.
"What is this sound?"
"It’s Fred and George. I’m asking them to help me meet this time.
Harry didn’t care.
I don’t know what he is going to do, probably fired special fireworks and firecrackers, they’re two. They think that since Dumbledore is not in school, they don't have to obey the rules of the school. So from four days ago, Hogwarts was full of Weasley's magical fireworks, and it was everywhere."
"God, do the professors care?"
"The deans did not shoot, the others could not catch them, and they didn't know how they did it. These fireworks are hard to eliminate, but more and more."
"They put a lot of counter-curses on the fireworks, such as being hit by a stun spell, they will explode directly; if you use the vanishing spell, these fireworks will increase tenfold." Ai Wen said with interest, "Fred And George thought great, the pranks they made were amazing, and of course, using some deep spells would solve them..."
Hermione gave him a glance, which is not a proud thing.
"Harry, have you just said that Fred and George will fight for you?"
"Yeah, I need them to attract attention in order to get into Umbridge's office and use her fireplace. Oh, now it's the office of the special operations team. You know, the other fireplaces in the school are monitored by the Ministry of Magic. It can't be used, only Umbridge is here," said Harry. "She had left a hole in her office before."
"You can't do that!" Hermione said immediately. "You will get into trouble."
Harry ignored her, he was still watching Sirius, "Sirius, I want to talk to you about my father."
"What do you want to say?" Sirius looked at him, he had not interrupted before.
"Last night, I went to Snape for counseling. Malfoy suddenly sneaked in and shouted him. They seemed to have found the missing montage in a toilet on the fifth floor. It was done by Fred and George. Harry said quickly, breathing gradually rushed. "After Snape left, I couldn't help but look at the meditation pot he left behind. Every time he taught me cerebral occlusion, he would save some memories there." ......"
"You saw something about James?" Sirius looked at him, "in the memory of Snape."
"Yes." Harry nodded and his expression became more and more melancholy. "Listen to me, Sirius!"
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At this moment, there was only Harry in the office of Snape, and the silvery white matter in the meditation basin not far away was spinning.
Harry knew that it was Snape's thought, if he accidentally broke through Snape's defense, the other party did not want him to see.
Looking at the meditation basin, Harry was filled with curiosity in his heart. What was Snape doing so carefully?
He took two steps toward the table and thought hard.
Could it be that Snape decided to hold him, about the Mystery Division?
Or related to Voldemort?
Look at what the school principal and Ai Wen did after they left, and Lucius Malfoy sighed.
The more he thought about it, the more Harry felt that there was such a possibility, and perhaps he would find something secret.
He looked back and saw a heart pounding more and more fast and faster.
How long does Snape need to save Monty from the toilet?
Will he return directly to his office, or will he Montaigne to the school hospital?
This is also used to say that of course the latter!
Monta is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and Snape definitely wants to make sure he is ok.
Harry walked through the last few steps in the meditation basin, standing on the side of the basin overlooking the pelvic floor. He hesitated, listened, the office and the corridor outside was very quiet, then he quickly pulled out his wand and gently poked the material in the meditation basin with the tip of the wand.
The silver object in the basin began to spin up quickly, and Harry leaned over to see it become transparent.
He seems to be looking through a round skylight into a room overlooking the school hall.
Actually it is an auditorium, not quite the same as what I originally expected. What is this?
For a time, Harry felt that he was in a dilemma. He told him not to continue watching. Snape could come back at any time, but Harry thought of the departure of Evan and Hermione, the anger of Ron, the lack of understanding of autumn, and There is a smile of Malfoy's expression.
The next second, a reckless courage controlled him.
He took a big breath and buried his cheeks in Snape's thoughts.
The office floor immediately tilted over and turned Harry's head down into the meditation basin.
He flew down in a cold darkness and then fell down. Then he stood in the middle of the auditorium.
However, the four college tables were gone, and instead, there were more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction.
There was a student sitting beside each table, and he lowered his head and hurriedly wrote on a roll of parchment.
You can only hear the squeaking of the quill, and occasionally the rustling sound that someone makes when adjusting his parchment.
The doubts rose in the heart of Harry, which is obviously taking the test.
The sun shines through the tall windows and shines on the low heads.
In the bright light, those heads show a taupe, reddish brown and gold luster.
Harry looked around carefully, and Snape must have been here, this is his memory.
He was there, right next to a table behind Harry.
Harry stared at him. The teenager Snape looked strong, but his face was pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark. His long hair was straight and greasy, and he was hanging on the table.
When he was rushing to write, his eagle hook nose was almost less than a half inch from the parchment.
Harry wandered around Snape and looked at the title on the paper: Black Magic Defense, Ordinary Wizard Level.
The general wizard level test, so to say, Snape must be fifteen or six years old at this time, almost the same age as Harry, his hand moving around on parchment.
These questions seem to be difficult to beat him, he wrote quickly, without any hesitation.
At least one foot more than the one closest to him, and his handwriting is small and dense.
It seems that Snape in his youth is obviously the same as Hermione, and the defense of Dark Arts is a course he is good at.