"Isn't there a lot of people left!" Hermione said reassuringly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"yes, it's a lot of people left. Harry said that his mood didn't seem to improve much, all he really cared about was that Ron and Cho didn't go, "At Maeda's evening party, we practiced the spell that Evan taught earlier, and everyone did a good job. ”

After a moment of silence, anyone could tell that Harry's mood was not very high.

"Sirius, I'm here today to talk to you......"

Boom, there was a violent vibration on the other side of the fire.

"What's that sound?"

"It's Fred and George, and I'm asking the two of them to help me buy time for this meeting. Harry said nonchalantly, "I don't know what he's going to do, probably set off special fireworks and firecrackers, the two of them don't think they need to follow the school rules since Dumbledore is not at school, so since four days ago, Hogwarts has been full of Weasley-specific magical fireworks, running around." ”

"Oh my God, don't the professors care?"

"The deans didn't make a move, and the others couldn't catch the two of them, and they didn't know how they did it, and these fireworks were hard to be eliminated, but more and more. ”

"They cast a lot of counter-spells on the fireworks, such as being hit by the Stun Charm and exploding directly, and if they used the Vanishing Charm, the fireworks would increase tenfold. "Fred and George have great ideas, they make pranks with amazing pyrotechnic effects, and of course, using some advanced spells will solve their ......"

Hermione glared at him, it wasn't something to be proud of.

"Harry, you said you wanted Fred and George to buy you time?"

"yes, I'm going to need them to get their attention to get into Umbridge's office and use her fireplace, oh, and now it's the Office of the Special Operations Group. As you know, the other fireplaces in the school are monitored by the Ministry of Magic and cannot be used, with the exception of Umbridge. Harry said, "She had left a hole in her office. ”

"You can't do that!" Hermione said immediately, "you're going to get in big trouble." ”

Harry ignored her, still staring at Sirius, "Sirius, I want to talk to you about my father. ”

"What do you want to say?" Sirius looked at him, he hadn't interjected before.

"Last night, I went to Snape for counseling, and Malfoy burst in and called him away, as if they had found the missing Montei in a toilet on the fifth floor, which Fred and George had done. Harry said quickly, breathing heavily, "After Snape left, I couldn't help but look at the meditation basin he left behind, where he kept some memories before every time he taught me Occlumency......"

"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!"

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At this moment, Harry was the only one left in Snape's office, and the silver-white substance in the meditation basin not far away was swirling.

Harry knew it was Snape's mind, and if he accidentally broke through Snape's defenses, the other side didn't want him to see the things.

Looking at the meditation basin, Harry wondered what Snape was so careful to hide.

He took two steps toward the table, thinking intently.

Could it be that Snape decided to hide from him about the Department of Mysteries?

Or something to do with Voldemort?

Look at what he did at school after the headmaster and Evan left, and he was in league with Lucius Malfoy.

The more he thought about it, the more Harry thought it was possible, maybe he would discover some great secret.

He looked back, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

How long did it take for Snape to free Monty from the toilet?

Will he go straight back to his office, or will he escort Montay to the school hospital?

Needless to say, of course it's the latter!

Monty was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and Snape definitely wanted to make sure he was okay.

Harry took the last few steps towards the meditation basin, standing on the edge of the basin and looking down at the bottom of the basin. He hesitated, listened, the office and the corridor outside were quiet, and then he quickly drew his wand and gently poked the contents of the meditation basin with the tip of his wand.

The silver object in the basin began to spin rapidly, and Harry leaned down towards it, seeing it become transparent.

He seemed to be looking through a round skylight into a room, and he was looking down on the school auditorium.

It's actually an auditorium, which is not quite what I originally expected, what is going on?

For a moment, Harry felt that he was in a dilemma, and reason told him not to keep looking, Snape could come back at any time, but Harry thought of Evan and Hermione's departure, his anger at Ron, Autumn's incomprehension, and Malfoy's sneering expression.

In the next second, a reckless courage took control of him.

He took a long breath and buried his cheek in Snape's thoughts.

The floor of the office immediately tilted over, turning Harry headfirst into the meditation basin.

He spun and fell rapidly in the icy darkness, and then, he stood in the center of the auditorium.

But the four college tables were missing, and in their place were more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction.

At each table sat a student, bowing his head and writing hastily on a roll of parchment.

Only the clatter of a quill can be heard, and occasionally the rustle of someone adjusting their parchment.

Doubts rose in Harry's mind, and it was clear that he was taking an exam.

Sunlight shone through the tall windows on the heads that were lowered.

In the bright light, the heads glowed taupe, reddish-brown, and gold.

Harry looked around carefully, Snape must be somewhere here, it was his memory.

There he was, right at a table behind Harry.

Harry stared at him, teenage Snape looked muscular, but pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark, his long hair straight and greasy dangling from the table.

As he wrote in a hurry, his hooked nose was barely half an inch from the parchment.

Harry walked around Snape's back and looked at the title on the paper: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Normal Wizard Rank.

Snape must have been fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, about Harry's current age, and his hand was moving quickly from side to side on the parchment.

The questions didn't seem to bother him, and he wrote quickly without any hesitation.

He had written at least a foot more than the people closest to him, and his handwriting was small and dense.

In this way, it is clear that Snape as a teenager is a top student like Hermione, and Defence Against the Dark Arts is a subject he is good at.