Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Fred, George, Jordan, Brother Colin, Neville, Ginny are still here, and Angelina and others are still here, but none of them have a good relationship with Lavender. There are students who work in the Ministry of Magic, and they all quit." Harry sighed, "Luna is left in Ravenclaw College, and Ginny's boyfriend, he was probably dragged here by her. That little Hufflepuff first-year girl, the one who was really good at Quidditch..."

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 fireworks 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!"

……

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 100 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.

Chapter 1104

Why did Snape hide this memory of the ordinary wizarding level examination?

Harry's doubts grew stronger and stronger. He looked around with an inexplicable premonition and longing deep in his heart.

Snape was in the same grade as his father, and if this was the scene of the Ordinary Wizarding Orders that year...

"Five more minutes!" The voice startled Harry.

He turned around and saw that the top of Professor Flitwick's head was moving among the tables not far away.

Professor Flitwick walked past a boy with shaggy black hair, very messy.

Harry's heart was beating hard, and he was moving so fast that if he had any real shape, he would have knocked several tables away.

Yet he seemed to be gliding, as in a dream, across two aisles and down the third aisle.

The back of the dark-haired boy's head was getting closer and closer, and he was now straightening up, putting down the quill, and pulling the roll of parchment toward him so he could reread his written answer.

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, the same eyebrows, and 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.

"This is my dad!" Harry looked at him.

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, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance.

Neither James' hair nor Harry's had ever been this elegant.

Sirius has an aura that Harry has only seen on Ivan before, but Sirius is obviously stronger.

A girl sitting behind Sirius was watching him expectantly, but he didn't seem to notice.

Like this girl, there are several other girls who keep looking at Sirius.

He is really popular with girls, you know, he is taking an exam now...

In the same row as the girl, two seats away, Harry felt another twitch of joy in his stomach, it was Lupine.

He looked rather pale, haggard, malnourished, absorbed in the exam: he reread his answers, scratched his chin with the end of his quill, and frowned slightly.

It seemed that Wormtail must be somewhere nearby, too.

Sure enough, Harry spotted him in an instant: the small, pointed-nosed boy with mouse-grey hair.

Wormtail looked a little anxious. He was biting his fingernails and staring down at his test paper.

He rubbed his toes back and forth on the ground, and from time to time glanced hopefully at the test papers of the students at the next table.

Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his gaze back to James.

Now he was scribbling on a little piece of parchment, and he had drawn a Snitch.

Now, he is drawing the two letters "LE". What do they mean?

"Stop writing, please!" shrieked Professor Flitwick, waving his wand. "And you too, Steer Beans! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! The papers are flying in." !"

More than 100 rolls of parchment flew into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him to the ground.

Some people laughed, and the auditorium was filled with laughter.

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" that 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.

Snape was not far away, and he was walking between two rows of desks towards the door leading to the foyer, still concentrating on his paper, arched shoulders, stiff, cramp-like gait Reminiscent of a spider, with greasy hair dancing around his face.

A group of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius, and Lupine, and Harry placed 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!" Lupine said briskly. "It's a good question to name five signs that identify werewolves."

"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 Lupine."

Hahaha, there was a burst of laughter, 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?" James said impatiently. "You run around with a werewolf once a month, and the werewolf..."

"Keep your voice down, James," begged Lupine.

This is the daily life among his father's foursome, what used to be.

Harry looked back anxiously, and Snape was still not far away, still buried in his exam questions.It was Snape's memory, and Harry was sure that if Snape had decided to stroll in another direction once he was out on the grounds, he wouldn't have been able to follow James any further.

However, to his great relief, when James and his three friends strode across the grass and walked down the slope towards the lake, Snape, who was still studying the test papers, followed. Determine where you are going.

Harry kept a short distance in front of Snape, trying to keep a close eye on James and the others.

Chapter 1105 The Foursome

Harry took a few steps forward, getting closer to James and his group, and could hear their conversation again!

"Well, I think those test questions are a piece of cake," he heard Sirius say, "I can at least get an A in the exam."

"Me too, it's too easy!" said James.