Chapter 936 Snape's Memory

Kyle and the Weasley brothers were talking loudly here, which naturally attracted the attention of others.

"Oh, Kyle..."

Mrs. Weasley ran over and hugged him hard, whimpering and said: "My dear, we were just looking for you...but there were too many people in the auditorium."

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley," Kyle said, "How are you doing?"

"We're fine, it's just..." Mrs. Weasley subconsciously looked at Bill and let out a trembling sob.

"It's nothing, just a little injury." Bill came over and said, "Mom just likes to make a fuss."

Kyle noticed that his right ear was missing...not a trauma like Fred's, but the entire ear had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice and looked like it had disappeared.

"Is this dark magic?"

"Well, a dangerous curse magic." Bill nodded, "It's lucky to say that the potion brought by Fleur and Connor from France contains the antidote to the broad-spectrum curse. Otherwise, I might have lost it. It’s more than just one ear.”

"By the way..." Bill glanced towards the corridor behind and asked, "Where's Kangna, have you found her?"

"Found it." Kyle said, "She's fine. She was just attacked by Snape. She may have to sleep for a few more hours before she wakes up. Or I'll go find Professor Slughorn later and ask him if he's there." The antidote to the water of life and death.”

"Huh, that's good." With Bill's mind, he quickly guessed what happened.

Probably Snape didn't want Connor to get involved in his affairs, but he didn't want to hurt her, so he simply fed her the water of life and death.

"Actually, I think it's better not to go to Professor Slughorn to find the antidote." Bill sighed and said:

"The only family member suddenly became the enemy of all her friends, which was undoubtedly torture for Kangna."

Bill tried to be himself...imagining if Mrs. Weasley or Fleur suddenly pointed their wands at them during a fight...

No, Bill shook his head violently.

He couldn't think about it, and that kind of picture just flashed through his mind, and he was going crazy.

"Especially that guy Snape, he saved Voldemort who was about to be destroyed at the last minute, this damn traitor!" Charlie added next to him, his face turning red.

He didn't want to say that to Snape in front of Kyle, but he couldn't help it.

When it comes to who he hates the most right now, Snape is definitely in the top two, even surpassing the Death Eater who left a scar on his chest, and second only to Voldemort himself.

And there are definitely not a few people who have the same idea as him. There is no one in Hogwarts who doesn't want to kill Snape.

So at this time, it was better for Connor to continue sleeping, so that she would not have to face the overwhelming hatred for Snape.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Kyle smiled and did not continue the topic.

"Want to get something to eat? I just saw that the house elves seemed to have returned to the kitchen."

During the battle last night, the house elves also participated in the defense of Hogwarts risklessly. Once the war was over, they returned to the kitchen on time to prepare breakfast.

Neither the pain caused by war nor the joy brought by victory can affect the house elves' enthusiasm for work.

It seems that in their minds, work is more important than anything else, and their current job is to prepare breakfast.

But that's fine. After a night of fierce fighting, most people are already hungry. If they can have a hearty breakfast at this time, it will undoubtedly be a very happy thing.

This can be well reflected from Fred and George.

They almost ran all the way downstairs. If Mrs. Weasley hadn't been there, Kyle thought they could have jumped directly from the second floor.

Even Bill and Fleur stopped arguing.

When they arrived at the auditorium, the professors had restored it to its original state.

Those who died in the war were placed at the front, where the teachers' seats were originally, facing the four long tables below.

It's just a table, regardless of house...at least not today.

Students, professors, and graduates who came to help all sat together.

The house elves had provided steaming buttered toast, but not many people were eating it.

Maybe it's because they have no appetite. For most wizards who have experienced war for the first time, they can't eat anything even though their stomachs are so empty that they almost shrink into a ball.

Until he couldn't stand it anymore, he managed to eat a few bites of bread under Madam Pomfrey's tough attitude and swallowed it mixed with vitality tonic.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Like Fred and George.

They were also experiencing war for the first time, but this time they were not affected at all, sitting there eating toast, freshly baked sandwiches and boiled potatoes.

When they saw Kyle, they waved enthusiastically.

"Come and have breakfast..."

"You're welcome……"

"It's not enough and there's more..."

Judging by their enthusiasm, for a moment Kyle thought he was in the Burrow instead of Hogwarts Castle.

In comparison, Cedric was much more normal. He just sat there motionless, stuffing potatoes into his mouth blankly and mechanically, as if someone had taken away his soul.

Kyle walked over and sat down between them.

This scene reminded him of a few years ago, when they had not graduated yet and had breakfast together like this.

Different colleges would take different seats. Sometimes Fred and George would come to Hufflepuff, and sometimes Kyle and Cedric would go to Gryffindor.

Kyle took a big bite of the sandwich and handed one to Cedric.

"Let go of that potato, it's almost been worn flat by you."

"Oh, Kyle?" Cedric was startled and looked up to find that he was surrounded. "And Fred, George... When did you come here?"

"Before breakfast." Fred stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes and said vaguely: "If at that time... you could raise your head..."

"You wouldn't ask such a stupid question." George helped him say the rest of his words.

"Sorry, I..." Cedric opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a while.

"No need to explain, let's eat first." Kyle took another bite of the sandwich, looking at the breakfast on the table, he subconsciously thought of the question he had thought about in the Screaming Cold Drink Shop.

Sandwiches, boiled potatoes, toast... He remembered that when he first came to Hogwarts seven years ago, these were the breakfasts.

It's still the same now... Even the taste of the sandwiches has not changed significantly, it's still fried eggs and bacon.

Oh no, the house elves seem to be a little hasty today, the fried eggs and bacon are a little old, and there is a little more burnt smell than usual.

When Kyle thought that he was still having this kind of breakfast after becoming a professor, he felt that he thanked Neville too early.

It seems that it's not bad to put the passive option before into the active one.

"What are your plans next?" George asked naturally, just like when they were still in school.

"No plans." Kyle said.

"I just want to find a place to rest." Cedric rubbed his pale face.

The battle was over, and fatigue suppressed his happy mood at this time. He only felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier, and even the sandwich in his hand was a little unstable.

After fighting for a whole night, it was not easy to still sit here.

George was just asking casually. Although he was in good spirits, he was also at his limit.

Otherwise, with Fred and George's personalities, they would have to put a few boxes of eye candy in Hogwarts to celebrate this hard-won victory.

"Oh, Ron, dear."

At this time, Mrs. Weasley suddenly screamed, rushed to the door of the hall, and hugged Ron who came in.

"I was worried about you, thank God you are okay."

Ron was a little embarrassed at first, but this feeling was good, but when he reached out to hug Mrs. Weasley, he felt his whole body lighten.

Mrs. Weasley threw him out and hugged Harry behind him.

"And you Harry, dear... I'm so glad you're still alive."

Ron shrugged and put his hand back.

Well, he should have thought of it earlier. Anyway, at least Mrs. Weasley hugged him first.

Mrs. Weasley had been worried when she didn't see them before, but now she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry's arrival also made the hall noisy again.

Kyle and Harry, one defeated the current Voldemort, and the other killed the former Voldemort. Both saviors are here.

This undoubtedly gave everyone more hope.

"Even if the mysterious man comes back later, we are not afraid!" Someone couldn't help but say.

But this sentence instantly cooled down the hot atmosphere in the hall, and even became a little deserted...

It was not until this time that people finally realized a situation that they had been deliberately ignoring.

Voldemort was just driven away, not killed. He could come back at any time or appear anywhere.

For a while, the atmosphere in the hall changed.

Those who shouted Voldemort's name suddenly shut up and changed back to the name of 'mysterious man'.

At the same time, the probability of another name appearing increased.

"Damn Snape..."

"If it weren't for that traitor, the You-Know-Who would have been killed this time..."

"Shameful betrayer..."

Like Charlie, most people hated Snape, the man who saved Voldemort's life.

Except Harry, he should be the one who hated Snape the most, but the premise is that he hadn't seen that memory.

Now Harry knew what Snape had done, and knew that everything he did was not to help Voldemort, but to help them.

To be precise, it was to help him.

If Voldemort was killed at that time, he would become the only Horcrux, and no one knew what would happen then.

Every time he thought of this, Harry's mood was extremely complicated.

It was difficult for him to continue to hate Snape, but he couldn't convince the angry crowd, and when he wanted to say something, Hermione next to him would hold his shoulder and shake his head gently.

"No, no matter what you say now, it's useless, people won't believe it."

Not far away, Kyle noticed Harry's tangled expression and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He suddenly remembered that he had met Harry in the corridor when he had just driven Voldemort away, and that he had said a lot of inexplicable things to Neville at that time.

Moreover, Harry should have known that he was Voldemort's Horcrux, so when he heard Dumbledore's words in the Shrieking Room, although he was confused, he was not surprised.

It seems that Snape is the only one who knows that he is a Horcrux, except Dumbledore.

Could it be that Snape gave Harry his memory...

Kyle was stunned for a moment, but how could this be possible? How could Snape give Harry his memory when he was alive?

But.

Kyle looked at Harry again. At this time, he did not curse Snape with others, even Ron, who had the worst temper, did not do so.

This is too abnormal.

Kyle's eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly.

He found that if he wanted to help Connor, it seemed that he didn't need to find Snape. There was a simpler way.

"Where are you going?" Fred next to him asked in confusion.

"To the principal's office." Kyle said.

"Then go." Fred immediately lost interest. He thought Kyle had some big plan.

Kyle ignored him and quickly walked out of the hall and went all the way to the eighth floor of the castle.

Harry couldn't carry his memories with him. If his guess was true, Snape's memories must still be in the headmaster's office.

Kyle found the gargoyle stone beast with ease.

After a night of war, this thing was still intact and didn't even move. It was lucky enough.

"I don't know the password." Kyle said, "but I have something important to do and I have to go in."

He just tried it. If it didn't work, he could only grit his teeth and let Fawkes take him in.

I hope I don't need this method.

"Please, no password today." The stone beast seemed to guess Kyle's thoughts, and took the initiative to jump to the side and open the passage behind him.

"Thank you."

Kyle took a step forward, climbed the spiral stone staircase to the top, and then reached out and pushed open the oak door leading to the headmaster's office.

"Squeak..."

It was like suddenly walking into a noisy bar. The moment the door was opened, all kinds of deafening noises hit me.

The principals on the wall were celebrating this victory, and cheers came one after another.

Kyle saw a bearded wizard beating a drum... Next to him stood a rarely seen medieval wizard, who should also be the principal, waving his wig to cheer.

Dalis Devonte had completely lost her former dignity, crying and laughing there.

As for Armando Dippet and Phineas, they hugged each other like two good friends, rushed between the photo frames, singing and dancing.

"Principals..." Kyle cleared his throat and said loudly: "Voldemort was just driven away. He will come back sooner or later. It's a bit too early to celebrate now."

The atmosphere in the principal's office suddenly became cold, and everyone looked at Kyle, the atmosphere terminator.

"I really hope someone can make a wand that can be used by portraits as soon as possible." Armando Dippet muttered quietly, "So that I can shut you up before you speak."

"I'm really sorry." Kyle smiled, "But I'm telling the truth. If you want to celebrate, you still have to find and kill Voldemort as soon as possible."

While speaking, he looked at the picture frame behind the seat intentionally or unintentionally.

It was a portrait of Dumbledore. He turned his eyes to other places as if he didn't see Kyle. After a moment, he left the portrait and ran away to an unknown place.

Okay.

Kyle shrugged, knowing that he probably couldn't get any clues from his portrait.

In that case, forget it.

He walked to the table.

He saw it when he entered the door just now. The quaint and old Pensieve was placed on the table. It was obviously just turned out and used.

Kyle walked over.

Sure enough, the Pensieve was filled with memories that glowed blue. When someone approached, these memories would spin rapidly, forming a vortex in the Pensieve.

Kyle paused as he was about to take the bottle, and looked at the Pensieve with a hint of intention.

Snape's memory, it should be okay to just take a look.

Just take it as a confirmation of the truth.

Kyle quickly convinced himself and put his head into the Pensieve.

He fell headfirst into the sunlight, and before his feet could step on the warm land, he turned upwards, and the whole world seemed to be upside down.

"Bang!"

The next second, Kyle took a few steps back, forced himself out of the Pensieve, and returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

No need to be sure, this is Snape's memory, probably because Harry hadn't finished reading it before, or the worst part of it.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, Kyle thought to himself.

When he found something wrong, he immediately covered the magic runes around the Pensieve, forcing himself out of the memory.

Otherwise, he would have to go through a fuchsia, or something worse.

Because when his vision turned around, he saw several familiar faces, one of which was Sirius's face.

He was much younger than he is now, full of vigor and unruly.

If Kyle remembered correctly, Snape and the Marauders had a complete falling out because they hung Snape upside down with a fuchsia and took off his pants.

The Marauders, the Inverted Bell Curse... Two of the three conditions have been met, and Kyle doesn't want to verify the third one.

Even if it's just a memory.

Kyle looked at the Pensieve again and couldn't help curling his lips. He had to say that Sirius really deserved a beating when he was in school. It was only because Snape had a good temper that he lived with them until graduation.

If it were him... he might kill people to silence them.

Kyle narrowed his eyes, took out his wand, picked up the memory in the Pensieve and put it into a glass bottle.

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