"You''re late, Potter."


    When Harry closed the door, Snape said coldly.


    Snape stood with his back to Harry and, as always, carefully removed part of the memory and placed it in Dumbledore''s meditation basin. He put the last silver thread into the stone basin and turned to face Harry.


    "So," he said, "did you keep practicing?"


    Harry lied. He was staring at one leg of Snape''s desk.


    "Well, we''ll find out in a minute, won''t we?" Snape said smoothly, "take out the wand, Potter."


    Harry went to his usual position and faced Snape across the table. His heart leaped with anger and worry about how much memory Snape was going to grab from his head.


    "Count to three," snape said lazily, "one -, two -"


    the door of Snape''s office slammed open and Draco Malfoy rushed in.


    "Professor Snape, sir - OH - I''m sorry -" Malfoy looked at Snape and Harry with some surprise.


    "It''s OK, Draco," snape said, lowering his wand. "Potter''s here to take some potions."


    Harry hasn''t been so happy with Malfoy since Umbridge suddenly appeared to censor Hagrid.


    "I don''t know," Malfoy looked slyly at Harry.


    Harry knew his face was red. He wished he could tell Malfoy the truth out loud - or, better still, give him a bad spell.


    "Well, Draco, what''s up?" Snape asked.


    "It''s professor ibudo, sir - he needs help." Malfoy said, "they found Warrington, sir. He''s locked in a toilet on the fourth floor."


    "How could he have been locked in?" Snape asked.


    "I don''t know, sir. He''s a little delirious."


    "Good, good. Porter, "snape said," we''ll change the make-up time to tomorrow night. "


    He turned and strode out of the office. Before following out, Malfoy said to Harry in an exaggerated way behind Snape: "potions?"


    Harry thrust his wand back into his robe and was ready to leave. He had at least 24 hours to practice; he knew he should be grateful to get away from the class, though at a high price: Malfoy would tell the whole school that he needed to take potions.


    When he came to the office door, he suddenly noticed that there was a flickering spot dancing on the doorframe. He stopped, stood there, looked at it, and thought of something And then he remembered: it was a bit like the light he had seen in his dream last night, the light in the second room through which he was walking in the Department of mysteries.


    He turned around. The light came from the meditation basin on Snape''s desk. In the basin, the silvery white contents were rolling and spinning. Snape''s memory That''s what Harry doesn''t want Harry to see in case he accidentally breaks through his defense in practice. Harry stares at the meditation basin, and intense curiosity comes from his heart What kind of memory made Snape so eager to hide it from Harry? The silver spot trembled on the wall Harry came two steps closer to the table, thinking hard.


    Is that what Snape decided not to let him know about mysteries? Harry turned to look behind him. Now his heart was beating faster and faster than ever. How long will it take Snape to get Warrington out of the toilet?


    Will he go straight back to the office or escort Warrington to the hospital?


    Obviously it''s the latter Warrington is the captain of Slytherin Quidditch, and Snape must make sure he''s OK.


    Harry walked a few steps to the table, looked down at the meditation basin, and gazed into its depths. He hesitated, he listened, and pulled out his wand again. There was silence at the end of the office and corridor.


    With the tip of his wand, he touched the contents of the basin, and the silver objects began to spin rapidly. Harry leaned forward and watched it become transparent.


    Once again he looked down into the interior of a room, as if from a circular window in the ceiling In fact, unless he is wrong, the room he is looking at is the auditorium. His breath really made a mist on Snape''s memory His brain seems to be on the verge of hell It''s crazy to do something that he''s so strongly attracted to do He was shaking Snape will be back any time But Harry thought of Qiu''s anger, of MAL''s mocking face, and a reckless courage seized him.


    He took a breath and threw his face into the surface of Snape''s mind.


    The floor of the office immediately tilted over and Harry fell head down into the meditation basin He fell in the cold darkness, spinning, and then - he stood in the middle of the auditorium, but the table of the four colleges was missing. Instead, there are more than 100 small tables, all facing one direction. In front of each table, a student sits with his head down, writing fast on a roll of parchment.The only sound in the auditorium was the writing of a quill, or the scraping of parchment when someone changed his answer. Obviously, the exam is now.


    The sun flowed down the high windows and projected on the students'' drooping heads. In the bright sunlight, the sun shone with maroon, copper and gold. Harry looked around carefully. Snape must be here This is his memory.


    He was there, right behind Harry at a table. Harry gazed at him.


    Young Snape was thin and pale, like a plant growing in the dark. His hair was straight and greasy, and it hung down on the table, and his hooked nose was barely half an inch from the parchment he was writing.


    Harry went around behind Snape and looked at the question on the test paper, which read: "defense against the dark arts - ordinary wizard, etc.".


    Then Snape must be 15 or 16, about Harry''s own age.


    His pen was flying across the parchment; his paper was at least a foot longer than his neighbor''s desk, and his writing was small and dense.


    "Five minutes to go!"


    The sound startled Harry. He turned around and saw the top of his head moving between the desks not far away. Professor flyaway walked past a boy with black hair Very messy black hair


    Harry ran so fast that if he were a real person, he would have knocked the table off. Instead, he glided like a dream, across two aisles, to the third row of tables.


    The black haired boy is getting closer and closer Now he sat up straight, put down his quill and pulled back his roll of parchment so that he could read his answer again


    Harry stopped at the table and looked down at his 5-year-old father. There was a rush of excitement in Harry''s stomach: it was like he was looking at a wrong version of himself.


    James''s eyes were light brown, his nose was a little longer than Harry''s, and there were no scars on his forehead, but they all had the same skinny face, the same lips, the same eyebrows; James''s hair was standing at the back of his head, exactly like Harry''s, and his hands could be used as Harry''s hands, and Harry could tell that when James stood up Wait, their height is not much different.


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