Chapter 464: Snape and the Pensieve

In 1995, February 27th.
Hermione’s commentary news article was published in the Daily Prophet with the headline "Why We Don’t Need Quidditch!" ".
The title party is undoubtedly.
Looking at the title is simply sensational, as if the author of the article wanted to ban the Quidditch movement.
But when you pick up the newspaper and take a closer look, you will find that the content of the article is barely linked to the title, which is not what the wizards imagined.
The article only pointed out that the current Quidditch competition in schools is not conducive to the building of friendship among students. Through interviews with many students, they cited a large number of examples and pointed out that Quidditch on campus needs rectification. It is a thousand miles away from the meaning of "No Quidditch needed".
In fact, after Hermione finished writing, she honestly wrote a title of "On the Two or Three Points of Quidditch Contests in Contemporary Witchcraft Schools".
But Harry wiped his hand on the parchment and changed it to an exaggerated title.
Although the wizard who read the newspaper rushed to read it angrily, after reading it, he felt dull. But the effect is still very good. Many wizarding media in the world reprinted Hermione's article.
Because other magic schools also have similar problems with Hogwarts.
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"Who asked you to change the title for me?" Hermione gritted her teeth.
She and Harry came to the auditorium for dinner, wanting to see how people around them discuss the news.
The discussion was very intense. On the way, many students hurriedly looked away when they saw Hermione's figure, whispered to their friends, and then secretly looked at Hermione.
"...Yes, it's her. I heard she suggested that the Ministry of Magic cancel the Quidditch competition."
"Ah, does that mean, how do I think what she wants to express is..."
"I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel..."
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Snape sat on the faculty seat, eating and reading the newspaper, occasionally looking at the position of Hermione and Harry, with a cold smile.
With his identity as the dean of Slytherin College, and his dislike for Gryffindor, it was strange that he would be happy to see Slytherin shaking hands with Gryffindor.
Wish the Gryffindors all turned into stinky fish and shrimp.
Hermione lowered her head and drank porridge, not daring to look at some of her classmates' strange eyes.
"It's just that the words are exaggerated, there is no need to be so guilty," Harry said.
"Who is guilty."
Hermione said angrily, "I don't blame you anymore. When did I say that Quidditch is unnecessary."
Harry looked at Hermione in amazement, who was guilty just because of an exaggerated headline, and chuckled.
"Hermione, you are so innocent."
If the editors of later generations who are afraid of the world will see Hermione's appearance, they will not be ashamed.
Hermione said: "When will the Quidditch event change? As you said, the game is no longer divided into colleges."
Harry said: "It's impossible within one or two semesters. Now the Ministry of Magic pays attention to meetings and voting. It wants democracy. It is no longer the same as before. The Minister gave an order to issue an education order as he pleased. Normal wizards are activated, but the high-level people are still mainly pure-blood families, and they are all from Slytherin College, maybe they were players on the Quidditch team back then."
"It's not so easy for them to change their opinions and let the noble blood of Slytherin team up with the Muggle-born students and the impulsive Gryffindor who they regard as mud-legged students."
"So it seems to be very common to modify the Hogwarts Quidditch grouping rules, but it actually involves the opposition of pure blood and Muggles. Hey... But Dumbledore must be able to see that this is harmful to Hogwarts. The good, um... his ambitions are quite big. He doesn’t value the difference between the two colleges. There is no difference in the different ideas of the four colleges. He only regards all the students as Hogwarts students, so he will naturally find a way to solve it Those arrogant and stubborn seniors."
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The gloomy March passed.
The arrival of the rainy and windy April is not far from the Easter holiday.
Once Easter begins, it means that the fifth grade students can take an emergency countdown to the O.W.Ls exam, and the time is less than six weeks.
At this tense moment, the potions class ushered in a strange class.
No matter how vicious Snape's mouth was and how cold his face was, the students would accept it.
But he was in class today, from time to time to distract himself, it seemed strange that he smiled.
It seems that the mind has already flown out of the classroom.
Snape, who is known for his harsh responsibility, did not mention the OWLs exam at all in this class, did not provoke Gryffindor, and even Neville blew the cauldron as usual, only to have Snape said lightly "next time." note".
Neville looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.
The students had different expressions, secretly guessing what would make Professor Snape unable to hold the iceberg face.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Snape even left the sentence "end of get out of class" and walked out of the classroom first.
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Snape sneered coldly. When the students were preparing the potion, they whispered to discuss his abnormality today. He was really deaf and couldn't hear him.
But he is really not in the mood to talk to them today.
Thinking of Dumbledore's reply to him, and finally agreeing to use that thing for him, not in vain his urging of two letters a day, waves in Snape's eyes.
He used Apparition to appear, went to the Ministry of Magic, and went to the Minister's Office.
After a while, he left.
There is a shallow stone basin in her arms, and runes and symbols are carved on the edge of the basin.
Meditation basin, a powerful magic prop that saves thoughts and memories in the mind.
As long as the things that have been experienced can be presented again.
"Old guy, since he's old enough to look back on his thoughts in the meditation basin, he hasn't hurriedly stepped down and went to lie down in the coffin." Snape appeared in his mind just now, Dumbledore had just turned his meditation penis. The way he was given, couldn't help but think viciously.
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Back to his dark basement office.
Snape closed the door a little excited, and put the Pensieve on the table.
He thought for a while, pointed the tip of his wand near his temple, and some shining silver memories floated from his head into the basin.
The resplendent thoughts of mist and liquid revolved in the basin.
Snape looked at it as if looking at another world through a skylight.
He hesitated for a while, then leaned down, touched the substance in the penis, whirled down in the dark, opened his eyes and appeared in the Hogwarts auditorium.
Snape was standing in the middle of the auditorium, and the four college desks were missing.
Instead, there are more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction. At each table sits a student, hurriedly writing on a roll of parchment with his head down.
I can only hear the chucking sound of a quill pen, and occasionally the rustling sound of someone adjusting their parchment.
The sunlight shone through the tall windows and shone on Snape, and he looked at the auditorium at the moment with a complicated expression.
This is the fifth grade is taking the O.W.Ls exam.
James Potter, Sirius, Remus Lupin.
Almost without searching, Snape saw their heads, and suddenly, Snape looked disgusted.
He turned his head and looked in the other direction-even in the past many years, he still remembers where the figure was sitting during the exam.
Lily was far away from her, and Snape could only see the back of writing the test papers carefully.
The teenage Snape was thin and pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark.
He hurriedly wrote, occasionally lifting his head away from the parchment ~EbookFREE.me~ to look at Lily, and continue to bow his head.
Snape was standing next to his seat when he was a teenager, and didn't walk over to Lily, looking at it from a distance, just the same as before.
"Time is up, please stop writing!" Professor Flitwick, the invigilator, screamed, "and you, Stebbins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! The test paper is flying!"
Snape looked at him blankly. He still remembered the incident. The little old man Flitwick was going to be unlucky.
More than a hundred rolls of parchment suddenly rose into the air, flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, and knocked him to the ground.
Some students laughed, and James and Wormtail laughed loudest.
Several students sitting at the table in the front row stood up to support Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.
"Thank you...thank you," Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Very well, guys, you can go now!"
James jumped up and stuffed the quill and test papers into his schoolbag, blew his whistle, flicked the schoolbag over his shoulder, and joined Sirius, and the group of people walked towards the door leading to the hall.
Snape and Lily were separated by a group of chirping girls.
Snape didn't continue to look at the following memories, and withdrew from the penis.
Because the next memory is the second painful memory in his life.
Snape stood dazedly in the dark, smiling for a while and then bitter. Although he no longer watched, the scenes that happened on that bright afternoon were already deeply in his soul.
"Hey……"
Snape sighed and sat weakly in the chair.
Behind him is the Mirror of Eris.
The magic mirror and meditation basin are all he has for the rest of his life.
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