Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 114 Snape's Most Painful Memory

Albus is replaced by Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) at the Ministry of Magic.Dumbledore is Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The above regulations are in line with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

This notice was posted all over the school overnight, and everyone in the castle seemed to have heard that Dumbledore had escaped after subduing the two Aurors, the senior investigator, the Minister of Magic and his junior assistant, but the notice There was no explanation above.No matter where Harry went in the castle, the only thing he heard people talking about was Dumbledore's escape, although some details may have been passed around (Harry overheard, a second-year girl was convinced To another second-year girl without doubt: Fudge is now lying in St. Mungo's with his head turned into a pumpkin), but the rest of the information is surprisingly accurate.For example, everyone knows that among the students, only Harry and Marietta witnessed the situation in Dumbledore's office, and now Marietta is still in the school hospital, so Harry is the classmate who wants to get first-hand information It's overwhelmed.

School life is like this, and there are always rumors and rumors.People were immersed in discussing Dumbledore's resignation, most of them believed that he would come back, and some people who had experienced the incident in the second-year chamber of secrets preached that Dumbledore would definitely come back.Ernie kept talking before going to herbal medicine class.

Umbridge the pink toad will naturally not sit idly by. She came to Hogwarts to deal with Dumbledore, but the headmaster's office was automatically closed, and she seemed to be not a legal headmaster. This required a set of procedures, not Fudge's. An interim decree will do the trick.But in terms of power, Umbridge is far more authoritative than the real headmaster, and announced the establishment of an 'investigation team' the next day.Enroll students who support the Ministry of Magic, a select group of students hand-picked by Umbridge.Unfortunately, there was no response at all, and Slytherin was extremely indifferent to her actions, especially after Hilbert's agitation in the Slytherin common room.

Draco, Pansy, Blaise and many other classmates declined the invitation for afternoon tea.

One evening, the Harroch trio ran into Ernie and Hannah and Hilbert and Daphne, who had just returned from the library.

"There is good news. Professor Lingxu will be back next week." Daphne said.

"It's very good. Someone to punish her properly at last."

But Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned involuntarily to the huge hourglass behind them, built side by side in a niche, recording the scores of the various houses.This morning, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were neck and neck in the lead.Under their watchful eyes, the gems flew upwards, and the number of gems in the lower half of the hourglass became less and less.In fact, only the Slytherin hourglass containing the emeralds seems to have remained unchanged.

"You noticed, didn't you?" asked Fred's voice.

He and George had just come down the marble stairs and stood in front of the hourglass with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ernie.

"Umbridge almost took fifty points off us just now," said George angrily, as they watched a few more gems fly from the Gryffindor hourglass.

"Yeah, she's going to deduct points from us during recess too," Fred said.

"What do you mean, 'plan'?" Ron asked quickly.

"She doesn't know where to get a tool, and it's posted all over the school. She can know almost everyone's words and deeds."

"Fred and I developed anti-tools. When she wants to check our affairs, automatically block!"

Hermione looked taken aback.

"You're going to get into big trouble!"

"Let's talk about it later when she knows."

"Are you worried?" Hermione asked.

"Of course," said George, "we've never been fired, haven't we?"

"We've always had a good idea of ​​where to draw the line," George said.

"We might cross a toe once in a while," George said.

"But we always stop before we make a big mess," Fred said.

"What about now?" Ron asked uncertainly.

"Well, now—" said George.

"—now that Dumbledore is gone—" said Fred.

"—we think there's a big mess—" said George.

"—just what our dear new Headmaster deserves," said Fred. "You can't do that!" whispered Hermione. "You absolutely can't! She'd love to have a reason to fire you!"

"You don't get it, Hermione?" Fred said to her, laughing. "We don't want to stay here anymore. If we didn't decide to do something for Dumbledore first, we would drop out immediately. So, Anyway," he glanced at his watch, "Phase [-] is about to start. If I were you, I'd go to the auditorium for lunch, and the teachers would see that you had nothing to do with it."

"Nothing to do with anything at all?" Hermione asked uneasily.

"You'll see," said George, "now go."

As more and more people descended to lunch, Fred and George turned away, disappearing into the crowd.Ernie's expression was flustered, he muttered that he hadn't finished his transfiguration homework, and hurried away.

"You know, I think we have to get out of here," said Hermione nervously, "in case?" White clouds flew across the ceiling, "Yeah, that's right," said Ron.The three of them headed for the Great Hall door, but Harry was tapped lightly on the shoulder just as Harry caught a glimpse of white clouds flying across the daytime ceiling.Turning around, he found himself almost face to face with Administrator Filch.He stepped back hastily, best watching Filch from a distance.

"The Headmaster wants to see you, Potter." He squinted at Harry maliciously.

"I didn't do it," Harry said foolishly, thinking of Fred and George's plans.Filch laughed soundlessly, the pendant twitching on his jaw.

"What's the matter, Mr. Filch?" Hilbert asked in sign language.Filch pointed to the badge on his chest.Bye bye

"Guilt to be guilty, aren't you?" he said to Harry, panting. "Come with me."

Harry glanced over his shoulder at Ron and Hermione, both of whom looked worried.Shrugging his shoulders, he followed Filch back into the foyer against the flood of hungry students.

Hilbert took out an eavesdropping amulet from his pocket and stuck it inside Harry's clothes.

Filch seemed to be in a particularly good mood.He hummed intermittently in a low voice as they went up the marble stairs.When they reached the first landing, he said, "Things are changing around here, Potter."

"I see." Harry said coldly.

"You know? I've been telling Dumbledore for ages and years that he's been too lenient with you," Filch said, chuckling harshly, "If only I had the power to beat you to pieces with a whip Well, you mean little bastards never throw stink bombs again, do you? If I could hang you by the ankles; hang you upside down in my office, nobody's going to throw tape in the hallway anymore. Tooth flying saucer, isn't it? As soon as No. 20 Education Order Nine comes into effect, Potter, I have the right to do that? She also asked the minister to sign an order to expel Peeves? Ha, she's in charge , the situation here will be very different? Although I can't understand her methods, but it is true that sometimes such a person takes care of you Gryffindors. Godric's original wish is to hope that future generations will be brave, but he did not expect Most of the descendants have become mindless fools who do things without knowing the consequences."

Umbridge was clearly doing everything in his power to draw Filch to his side, and Harry thought that, at worst, Filch might well become a serious threat.In terms of familiarity with the secret passages and hiding places in the school, he may be second only to the Weasley twins, but it is a pity that Mr. Filch belongs to Professor Lingxu, in other words, he is Hilberts. Lytlings, but not Gryffindors.

"Here we are," said Filch, squinting at Harry, knocked three times on Professor Umbridge's door, and then pushed the door open. "That boy Potter is here to see you, Mrs. .”

Having been locked up so many times, Harry was already very familiar with Umbridge's office. A large wooden nameplate was placed across her desk with the word Headmaster written in gold letters on it. Apart from that, the office It's still the same.Besides, he saw his own Firebolt, and Fred's and George's two sweeps, and he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.Nailed to the wall behind the desk was a thick, strong iron bolt to which the broomstick was chained and locked.

Umbridge sat behind the desk, busy writing something on pink parchment, and looked up with a wide smile as they entered.

"Thank you, Argus," she said kindly.

"You're welcome, ma'am, you're welcome," said Filch, who was rheumatic, bowing as best he could while stepping away.

"Sit down," Umbridge said curtly, pointing to a chair.Harry sat down.Umbridge continued writing for a while.On the plate above her head, several ugly cats were romping around, and Harry watched them, wondering what new trouble he was about to run into.

"Well," said Umbridge at last, putting down her quill, with the look on her face of a toad about to swallow a succulent fly, "what would you like to drink, please?"

"What?" said Harry, thinking he must have misheard.

"What to drink, Mr. Potter," said Umbridge, with a wider smile. "Tea? Coffee? Pumpkin juice?"

As she named each drink, she flicked her wand, and a cup or glass filled with it would appear on her table.

"No thanks," said Harry.

"I wish you could have a drink with me," said Umbridge, her voice becoming menacing and melodious. "Choose a drink." "Okay?? Tea then." Harry shrugged. said with a shrug.Umbridge stood up and poured some more milk, pretending to turn his back on him.Then she trotted around the table with her tea, a smile that was at once sinister and kind. "Here," she said, handing the tea to Harry, "drink it while it's hot, will you? Now, Mr Potter?? I think we ought to have a chat after the unfortunate events of last night. "Harry said nothing.Umbridge returned to his seat and waited.After a long silence, she said briskly, "You haven't had a drink yet!"

Harry raised his teacup to his lips, then put it down abruptly.One of those ugly tabby cats behind Umbridge had big, round blue eyes like Mad-Eye Moody's magical eyes, and it made Harry think that if Mad-Eye heard What would he say if he himself drank what the enemy offered.

"What's the matter?" said Umbridge, still staring at Harry. "Do you want some sugar?" "No," said Harry.He raised the teacup to his lips again and pretended to take a sip, but his lips were pressed together tightly.Umbridge laughed even wider. "Fine," she whispered, "great. So?" She leaned forward a little. "Where's Dumbledore?"

"I don't know," Harry said quickly.

"Drink it up, drink it up," she said, still smiling. "Now, Mr. Potter, let's stop playing children's games. I know you know where he's gone. From the first , you and Dumbledore are on the same side. Considering your situation, Mr Potter?"

"I don't know where he is."

Harry pretended to drink tea again.

"Excellent," she said, looking displeased, "in that case, it would be great if you could tell me where Sirius Black is."

Harry's heart tightened, and the hand holding the teacup trembled, so the teacup clicked against the saucer.He tilted the teacup to his mouth, lips pressed together tightly, some of the hot tea dripping onto his robes.

"I don't know," he said, urgently.

"Mr. Potter," said Umbridge, "let me remind you that it was I who almost caught that vile Black in the Gryffindor fire in October. I knew very well that meeting him It was you, and if I had proof, neither of you would get away with it today, I can assure you. I repeat, Mr. Potter? Where is Sirius Black?"

"Don't know," said Harry loudly, "I don't know anything."

They stared at each other for so long that Harry thought he was on the verge of tears.Then Umbridge stood up.

"Well then, Potter, I'll take your word for it this time around, but a word of warning: I have the Ministry behind me. Communication channels inside and outside the school are monitored. A Floo administrator will always be watching Every fire in Hogwarts - except mine, of course. My investigative operations team will be reading all owl mail coming in and out of the castle. And Mr. Filch will be on the lookout for all the secret passages in and out of the castle .if I find a shred of evidence??"

Boom!The floor in the office shook.Umbridge lurched sideways, clutching the table for support, a shocked expression on her face.

"how--?"

She watched the door.Harry's cup of tea was still almost full, and he took the opportunity to pour it all into the nearest vase of dried flowers.He heard people running and screaming a few floors below.

"You go back to lunch, Potter!" Umbridge shouted, raising his wand and rushing out of the office.Harry let Umbridge run for a few seconds before he followed quickly to find the source of the commotion.

It's clear at a glance.Downstairs was in chaos.Someone (Harry immediately thought who it was) seemed to have lit a large box of enchanted fireworks.

Fire dragons made of green and gold sparks were flitting up and down the corridor, sending out brilliant fiery red streams and making huge explosions; bright pink Catherine wheel fireworks, five feet in diameter, with Spinning and whizzing through the air like so many flying saucers; rockets bouncing off walls with long, shining tails of silver stars; pyrotechnic sticks scribbling curses in the air; and Harry saw, Here and there firecrackers exploded like landmines, and instead of burning out, fading out of sight, or hissing to a halt, these dizzying wonders seemed to gain more energy and momentum with time.

Filch and Umbridge stood on the lower half of the stairs, visibly petrified.Harry saw a larger Catherine Wheel Fireworker, which seemed to think it needed more room to move, and made a terrifying "buzz-buzz-hum" sound, spinning and flying towards Umbridge and Filch. past.They both yelled and slammed down in terror, and the Catherine Wheel sparkler flew straight out the window behind them and across the field.At the same time, several fire dragons and a big purple bat emitting scary smoke took advantage of the open door at the end of the corridor to escape to the third floor.

"Come on, Filch, come on!" shrieked Urmridge, "we've got to do something before they're flying all over the school - swoon!" A burst of red burst from the tip of her wand. Light, hit a rocket.Instead of stopping in mid-air, the rocket exploded violently.It blasts a hole in a painting in which a melancholy-looking witch escapes in time in a meadow, only to reappear seconds later.She squeezed into the next painting, where a few wizards were playing cards, and they got up hastily to make room for her.

"Don't stun them, Filch!" Umbridge yelled annoyed, as if Filch had said the spell just now.

"You're right, Headmaster!" gasped Filch, who was actually a wizard but didn't want her to know.Rather than letting him stun those firecrackers, let him swallow them.Filch rushed to a nearby cupboard, pulled out a broom, and began slapping the fireworks vigorously in mid-air; within seconds the broom head was on fire.

Harry had seen enough; he bent deeply, laughing, and ran down the corridor to a door not far away, which he knew was hidden behind a tapestry.He slipped in and found Fred and George hiding behind the door, shaking with stifled laughter as Umbridge and Filch yelled.

"Brilliant," said Harry softly, grinning. "Remarkable? You're going to crush Dr. Phillips' business, all right?"

"Thanks," whispered George, wiping tears of laughter from his face, "hey, I hope she tries the Vanishing Charm on them next? They'll grow tenfold if you do." The whole In the afternoon, the fireworks kept burning and spread to every place in the school.Although these fireworks, especially those firecrackers caused a lot of confusion, the other teachers didn't seem to care much.

"My God, my God," said Professor McGonagall sarcastically, as a fire dragon was flying around her classroom, making a loud explosion and spouting flames, "Miss Brown, would you please run and tell the Headmaster?" , there is a firework that slipped through the net in our classroom?"

It turned out that Umbridge's first afternoon as Headmaster was spent running around the school, meeting the demands of the other teachers.Without her, none of these teachers seemed to be able to clear the fireworks in their rooms.The school bell rang and they headed for Gryffindor Tower with their schoolbags when Harry saw, with great satisfaction, a disheveled, smoke-stained Umbridge stumbling along, his face bruised. Khan walked out of Professor Flitwick's classroom. "Thank you very much, Professor!" said Professor Flitwick in a thin voice. "Of course, I can clear these sticks myself, but I am not sure whether I have the power." Umbridge's face closed the door of the classroom in a mess.

"Harry! Harry! Harry Potter! I'm sorry to tell you some bad news, you have to continue learning Occlumency tomorrow." Hilbert ran over and told him.

He remembered having to learn Occlumency the next night, and there was an uncomfortable quiver in his stomach.

Harry spent the next day worrying about what Snape would say if he found himself that far after sneaking into the Department of Mysteries in his dream last night.With pangs of guilt, he realized that he hadn't practiced Occlumency once since the last lesson: so much had happened since Dumbledore left; he was sure that even if he wanted to empty his mind Can't do it either.He wasn't sure Snape would accept that excuse, though.

On this day, he wanted to sharpen his gun and practice in class, but it was useless.Whenever he was silent and wanted to get rid of all his thoughts and thoughts, Hermione would always ask him what was wrong, and the teacher was asking questions like a barrage in the review class. After all, this kind of time is not the best time to clear his mind. time.

After dinner, Harry set out for Snape's office in a resigned mood.Halfway through the hall, Qiu Zhang walked over.But the two did not greet each other. Hilbert quietly asked Harry what was wrong, and Harry muttered, "We broke up." Then he walked down the steps leading to Snape's basement classroom angrily. Harry knew that if he was still angry when he got there, it would be easier for Snape to read his mind. "You're late, Potter," Snape said icily as Harry closed the door behind him.

Snape, standing with his back to Harry, was, as usual, drawing some of his thoughts out and placing them carefully in Dumbledore's Pensieve.He added the last wisp of silvery substance to the stone basin and turned to face Harry.

"Before you study, I want you to look at my memory, I hope you can have a clear impression of your poor and hateful father."

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 in a whirl through the icy darkness, and then—he stood in the middle of the hall, but the four house tables were gone.Instead, there are more than 100 small tables facing the same direction, and at each table sits 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.This is clearly a test.

The sun shone through the tall windows on the lowered heads, and in the bright light they shone taupe and reddish-brown and gold.Harry looked around carefully.Where must Snape be here?This is his memory?There he was, at a table behind Harry.Harry watched him.The teenage Snape looked muscular and pale, like a plant growing in the dark.His long, greasy hair hung down the desk, and his aquiline nose 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.

At this time, he saw a boy who looked very similar to himself.There was no doubt that it was his father.James Potter.

Harry stopped at this table, looking down at his fifteen-year-old father.

There was a burst of excitement in his heart: it was like looking at a slightly out-of-shape self.James' eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than Harry's, and he didn't have a scar on his forehead, but they both had the same thin face, the same mouth, and the same eyebrows; James' hair was exactly the same as Harry's , also protruding from the back of his head, his hands were literally Harry's hands.Harry could also see that if James was standing up, the difference in height between the two of them would not be more than an inch.

James yawned and ruffled his hair, making it even messier than before.He then glanced at Professor Flitwick before turning around in his seat and grinning at the boy in the fourth seat behind him.

Another wave of excitement hit Harry, and he saw Sirius give James the thumbs up.Sirius lolled back in the chair, looking very comfortable, his body leaning back, resting on only the chair's legs.He was very handsome, with black hair hanging in front of his eyes, with an inadvertent elegance that neither James nor Harry had ever had.A girl sitting behind Sirius was watching him expectantly, but he didn't seem to notice.Two seats down the same row as the girl's - Harry's stomach writhed with delight - was Remus Lupine.He looked rather pale and haggard (was it nearing the full moon?), absorbed in the exam: he reread his answers, scratched his chin with the end of his quill, and frowned slightly.

So Wormtail must be somewhere nearby, too? ?Sure enough, Harry spotted him in an instant: the small, pointed-nosed boy with mouse-gray hair.Wormtail seemed a little anxious. He was biting his fingernails, staring down at his test paper, and rubbing his toes on the ground.He also glanced hopefully at the test papers of the students at the next table from time to time.Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his gaze back to James, who was now scribbling on a small piece of parchment.He had already drawn a Snitch and was now tracing the letters "LE".What do they mean? "Stop writing, please!" shrieked Professor Flitwick, "and you, Stebbins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchments! Here come the test papers!" More than 100 rolls of parchment burst into The ground flew into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him to the ground.Some people laughed.Several students sitting at the front table got up and took Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.

"Thank you, thank you," Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Very well, everyone, you can go!"

Harry looked down at his father, who hastily scratched out the two letters "LE" he had been embellishing just now, jumped up, stuffed the quill and the test paper into the bag, threw the bag over his shoulder, and stood there waiting. and Sirius came to join him.Harry looked around and caught a glimpse of Snape not far away, walking between two rows of desks towards the door to the foyer, still engrossed in his examination paper.His back was arched, his movements stiff, his gait reminiscent of a spider, and his greasy hair danced around his face.

A group of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius and Lupin, and Harry inserted himself between them, trying to keep Snape out of his sight, while listening to James Conversations with his friends.

"Do you like question ten, Moonface?" Sirius asked as they entered the hall.

"I like it so much," said Lupine briskly. "Take five signs of a werewolf. What a good question."

"Do you think you can name all the symptoms?" James said in a tone of mock concern.

"I think so," said Lupine solemnly, as the crowd at the front door, anxious to get out onto the sunlit grounds, joined the crowd, "First: he sat in my Seat. Second: He's wearing my clothes. Third: His name is Remus Lupin." Only Wormtail didn't laugh.

"I wrote the shape of the muzzle, the pupils of the eyes, and the hairy tail," he said anxiously, "but I can't think of anything else—"

"Why are you so stupid, Wormtail?" said James impatiently. "You run around with a werewolf once a month—"

"Keep your voice down," begged Lupine.

Harry looked back anxiously.Snape was still not far away, still buried in his exam questions - but this was Snape's memory, Harry was sure, if Snape decided to go in another direction once he was out on the field After a stroll, he—Harry, couldn't follow James any further.However, to his great relief, when James and his three friends strode across the grass and walked downhill toward the lake, Snape, who was still studying the test paper, followed, Obviously not sure where he was going.Harry kept a short distance in front of Snape, trying to keep a close eye on James and the others.

"Hmph, I think those test questions are a piece of cake," he heard Sirius say. "I can at least get an 'Outstanding' on the test, or I'd be surprised."

"Speaking of which, where's the snotlite?" James said, looking around.

"The old place!" Sirius said, tilting his head.Several people ran towards Snape's place.

"All right, Snotluck?" James called out.Snape reacted so quickly, as if he had expected an attack: he threw off his schoolbag, thrust a hand into his robes, but he was only halfway up his wand when James bellowed: "Expelliarmus!" Snape's wand flew twelve feet into the air, landing softly in the grass behind him.Sirius gave a short, crisp laugh. "There are many obstacles!" he said, aiming his wand at Snape, who was running towards his lost wand, but was knocked down halfway.

The students all around turned to look at them.Some people stood up and slowly approached.Some looked suspicious, others thought it was amused.

Snape lay panting on the ground.James and Sirius approached him step by step, wands raised, and James glanced back at the girls by the water as he walked.Wormtail was on his feet now, watching with interest, and moved aside, away from Lupine, to get a better look.

"How's it going, Snotling?" James asked.

"I'm staring at him, and his nose is touching the parchment," said Sirius meanly. "There must be big grease spots all over the parchment. They can't even try to read a word."

A few onlookers laughed loudly; Snape was obviously not very popular.Wormtail chuckled sharply.Snape wanted to stand up, but the spell was still working on him; he struggled as if bound by invisible ropes.

"You—wait," he panted, looking up at James with a look of utter disgust on his face, "you—wait!" "What are you waiting for?" said Sirius coldly. "What do you want, snotlite, rub your snot on us?" A mingled stream of foul language and curses came out of Snape's mouth, but his wand was ten feet away, so what? That didn't happen either. "Clean your mouth," said James dryly, "Clean it up!" Snape's mouth burst with pink suds; He was suffocating - "Let him go!" James and Sirius turned their heads to look.Immediately, James' free hand ran quickly to his hair.It was a girl walking from the lake.She had long, thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and strangely green almond eyes—Harry's eyes.

Harry's mother. "How are you, Evans?" James said, his tone suddenly friendly, deeper and more mature.

"Let him go," Lily repeated.She looked at James with an expression of extreme disgust everywhere. "Why did he bother you?"

"Well," said James, looking as if he were pondering the point, "it's mostly because of him, if you know what I mean?"

Many onlookers laughed loudly, Sirius and Wormtail laughed too, but Lu Hu, who seemed to be still concentrating on studying, didn't laugh, neither did Lily.

"You think you're funny," she said dryly, "but you're just an arrogant, bullying scumbag, Potter. Let him go." "If you hang out with me, I'll let you go." Him, Evans," James said quickly, "go on?? Hang out with me, and I'll never wand a hair on Old Snotloff again." weakened.Snape began to move slowly towards his lost wand, vomiting bubbly suds as he crawled.

"Even if I had to choose between you and the giant squid, I wouldn't go out with you," Lily said.

"Go back to your words, Prongs," said Sirius cheerfully, turning to Snape. "Ouch!"

But it was too late; Snape had pointed his wand straight at James, and there was a flash, and a deep gash appeared on one side of James' cheek, and blood spattered his robes.James turned sharply: after the second flash, Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his robes hanging over his head, revealing skinny, pale legs and one that was turning black panties.

There was much cheering in the small crowd around; Sirius, James, and Wormtail laughed heartily.

For a split second, Lily's face rose and fell in anger, as if she wanted to smile too, but she said, "Put him down!"

"Of course," said James, and he jerked his wand up; Snape fell to the ground, curled up in a ball.He pulled back his robes, stood up instantly, and raised his wand, but Sirius said, "All petrified!" and Snape fell on his back again, stiff as a plank.

"Let him go!" Lily yelled.Now she drew her own wand.James and Sirius stared at it carefully. "Hey, Evans, don't make me put a curse on you," James said seriously. "Then break the spell for him!" James sighed deeply, then turned to face Snape, and whispered the breaking spell. "You go," he said as Snape struggled to his feet, "fortunately, Evans is here, Snotl-"

"I don't need help from a stinky little mudblood like her!"

Lily blinked.

"Fine," she said coldly, "I won't bother with that anymore. And, if I were you, I'd wash my panties, snot."

"Apologize to Evans!" James yelled at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at Snape.

"I don't need you to force him to apologize." Lily turned to James and shouted, "You're as annoying as he is."

"What?" shouted James. "I never said you were a—you know what!" Another flash of light resulted in Snape being hung upside down in the air again.

"Who wants to see me take off Snotling's panties?"

But Harry would never know if James actually took off Snape's underpants.A hand gripped his upper arm as tightly as a pincer.Harry flinched, turned to see who had grabbed him, and he trembled when he saw that a grown-up Snape was standing next to him, pale with rage.Standing beside him was Hilbert with an expressionless face, but judging from his movements, if he was the same age as Professor Snape.Then he has already made a move.

"Having fun?" Harry felt himself rising into the air; the summer scene around him was gone; he was floating upward in the icy darkness, Snape's hand still clutching his upper arm .Then, with a sharp dive, as if he were flipping somersaults in mid-air, his feet hit the stone floor of Snape's dungeon, and he stood again on the edge of Snape's desk. Next to the Pensieve, in the dimly lit study of the real Potions teacher.

"So," said Snape, gripping Harry's arm so hard that Harry felt his hand go numb, "so? Happy, Potter?"

"No, no," said Harry, trying to free his arm.

It's scary.Snape's lips quivered, his face pale and his teeth bared.

"Your father's an interesting man, isn't he?" Snape said, shaking Harry so hard that Harry's glasses fell off his nose.

"I do not have--"

Snape pushed Harry with all his might.Harry fell hard to the floor of the dungeon.

"You're not allowed to tell anyone what you saw!" Snape roared.

"No," Harry said, standing up, trying to stay as far away from Snape as possible, "No, of course I—"

"Get out, get out, I never want to see you in this office again!"

"I hope you can maintain a fair attitude towards your father in the future." Hilbert almost gritted his teeth.He originally thought that Harry would be ashamed to read the godfather's memory, but he didn't expect him to dare to laugh out loud?It was unbearable.

A jar of dead cockroaches exploded above Harry's head as he lunged for the door.He twisted open the door and ran along the corridor, stopping only three floors away from Snape.He leaned against the wall, panting, rubbing his bruised arm.

He had no desire to return to Gryffindor Tower so early, nor to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just seen.Harry felt so terrified and sad, not because Snape was yelling at him or hitting him with a can, but because he knew what it was like to be humiliated in front of a circle of onlookers, He knew exactly how Snape felt when he was being teased by his father, and from what he had seen and heard just now, his father was indeed an arrogant man, exactly as Snape had always told him .

"So, your most painful memory is actually that dirty word you uttered to Lily back then, right?"

"That's right, otherwise, Lily would be mine."

"In the fourth year, I saw a girl in Durmstrang who looked a bit like Mrs. Lily."

"I only have Lily in my heart."

"For so many years, godfather, haven't you let go?"

"My love for Lily will never change."

(End of this chapter)