Why did Snape hide this memory from the ordinary wizarding level exam?

Harry's doubts grew stronger and stronger, and he looked around, with an inexplicable premonition and longing in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Snape and his father were in the same year, if this was the site of that year's regular wizarding rank exams......

"Five minutes to go!" the voice startled Harry.

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

Professor Flitwick walked past a boy with unkempt black hair, who had very messy black hair.

Harry's heart was beating so fast that if he had a solid form, he would have crashed into a few tables.

However, he seemed to be gliding, as in a dream, crossing two aisles and sliding forward along the third.

The back of the black-haired boy's head was getting closer and closer, and he was now straightening up, putting down his quill and pulling the parchment roll towards him, so that he could re-read the answer he had written.

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

There was a rush of excitement in his heart: it was like looking at a slightly out-of-shape version of himself.

Jaime had light brown eyes, a slightly longer nose than Harry's, and no scars on his forehead, but they both had the same thin faces, the same mouths, the same eyebrows, and Jaime's hair was exactly the same as Harry's, also at the back of his head, and his hands were almost Harry's.

Harry could also tell that if Jaime stood 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.

Jaime yawned and rubbed his hair, making it even more messy than before.

He then glanced at Professor Flitwick, then turned around in his seat and grinned at the boy in the fourth seat behind him.

Another wave of excitement hit Harry, and he saw Sirius give Jaime a thumbs up.

Sirius leaned lazily back in his chair, looking at ease, his body leaning back, using only the two legs of the chair to land on the ground.

He is very handsome, and his black hair hangs down in front of his eyes, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance.

Neither Jaime's hair nor Harry's hair had ever been so elegant.

Sirius had an aura on him that Harry had only seen in Evan before, but Sirius was noticeably stronger.

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

Like this girl, several other girls kept looking at Sirius.

He's really popular with girls, you know, he's taking an exam......

In the row where the girl was, separated by two seats, Harry was so happy that his stomach squirmed again, it was Lupin.

He looked rather pale, haggard, and malnourished, preoccupied with the exam: he reread his answers, scratching his chin with the tip of a quill pen and frowning slightly.

In this way, the worm's tail must be somewhere nearby.

Sure enough, Harry spotted him in a matter of moments: the small, pointy-nosed boy with rat-gray hair.

Wormtail looked a little anxious, gnawing on his fingernails and staring down at his test paper.

His toes rubbed on the floor, and from time to time he glanced hopefully at the papers of the students at the next table.

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

Now he was scribbling on a small piece of parchment, and he had already drawn a golden snitch.

Right now, he's drawing "L.E." What do these two letters mean?

"Please stop!" Professor Flitwick squealed, waving his wand, "including you, Sterbins!

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

Some people laughed, and the auditorium was full of laughter.

A few students sitting at the front table stood up and grabbed Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.

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

Harry looked down at his father, who hastily scribbled out the two letters he had been embellishing, "L.E." , jumped up and stuffed the quill and paper into his bag, flung the bag over his shoulder, and stood there waiting for Sirius to come and meet him.

Snape was not far away, and he walked between two rows of tables toward the foyer, still engrossed in his papers, his back bent and his movements stiff, his cramping stride reminiscent of that of a spider, greasy hair throbbing beside his face.

A group of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius, and Lupin, and Harry placed himself between them, trying to keep Snape out of his sight while pricking up his ears to listen to the conversation between Jaime and his friends.

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

"I love it so much!" said Lupin briskly, "and it's a good topic to give five signs that identify a werewolf." ”

"Do you think you can cite all the signs?" said Jaime, with a worried tone.

"I think so," said Lupin solemnly, as the crowd huddled at the front door, anxious to get out into the sun-drenched field, and they stepped into the crowd, "First: he sat in my seat. Second: He is wearing my clothes. Third: His name is Remus Lupin. ”

Hahaha, there was a burst of laughter, only the worm tail did not laugh.

"I wrote the shape of the mouth and nose, the pupils of the eyes, and the hairy tail. "But I can't think of any other ......."

"Why are you so stupid, Wormtail?" said Jaime impatiently, "You have to run around with a werewolf once a month, and you don't even ...... werewolf."

"James, be quiet. Lupin pleaded.

This is the daily life between his father's foursome, the past.

Harry looked back at the back in disapprupt, where Snape was still not far away, still looking at his exam questions. It was Snape's memory, and Harry was sure that if Snape had decided to wander in a different direction as soon as he was out on the field, he would not have been able to follow Jaime any further.

To his relief, though, as Jaime and his three friends strode across the meadow and down the slope toward the lake, Snape, still studying the papers, followed, apparently unsure of where he was going.

Harry had been a short distance ahead of Snape, trying to keep an eye on Jaime and the others.