Chapter 343 Longan and Snape's Memory
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John kind of knew where the bottle of Veritaserum was going.
Malfoy has always been very concerned about Harry's information, so detailed that he already knows that Umbridge is secretly adding Veritaserum to his tea to interrogate Harry.
"Did you go to eavesdrop?" John was deeply suspicious, and Malfoy looked away awkwardly.
But it was not Snape's style to use Veritaserum to torture students so casually for Umbridge.
It's okay if there are only students, Harry is the key.
So John was skeptical about the authenticity of the bottle of Veritaserum.
Just then, a frisbee with flames flying towards John.
He raised his eyebrows and reached out to catch the Frisbee.
The flames could not leave a mark on John's skin. He looked up and saw more Frisbees and fireworks flying towards the corridor.
He could also hear the cheers of the Weasley twins, who always brought a laugh when Hogwarts was down.
John, who was about to make a move, immediately let go of the fireworks and let him fly out at will.
Malfoy opened his mouth wide, obviously startled by the amount of fireworks.
John walked up to the Weasley twins who were hiding, and asked with a smile, "How much have you prepared?"
"I don't know, I used everything." George shrugged and said, "I originally wanted to leave it to those students after graduation."
"Silver Hand gave us enough funds, so we don't have to worry about it," Fred said.
Fireworks go off all over the castle, and they look intimidating, but they won't even hurt the portraits on the walls.
Umbridge ran out in a panic, without any of the professors to help her.
John saw Professor Flitwick secretly make a fist gesture in the crowd, and it was obvious that he was also very happy.
Umbridge fought alone, and even Filch moved a stool, holding Mrs. Norris and admiring the fireworks there.
He could also count the names of those fireworks for Mrs. Norris.
He knew so much from all his dealings with the Weasley twins.
The students laughed as a firework exploded into Umbridge's bun, turning her hair into an Afro.
John saw that Pansy's little boyfriend wanted to help, but the people around him deliberately blocked him from going there.
Umbridge could be seen running around Hogwarts all day today, dealing with those fireworks.
And the professors closed the door and turned their ears to nothing.
That day, Umbridge was so busy that he didn't finish cleaning up at night.
For the Weasley twins, the good things that day were far more than that. The silver-handed angel investment sent a letter, because their outstanding invention was favored and they were ready to increase investment.
George and Fred high fived, and the two joined hands and tap danced in the lounge.
...
The Gryffindor common room celebrated very late before being sent back to rest by Professor McGonagall with a black face.
Ron and Harry said he absolutely laughed when he saw Professor McGonagall turn around just now.
Harry yawned and went to bed, and soon, he felt that things in front of him became blurred, and finally fell into darkness.
A light gradually rose from the darkness, and Harry noticed that the light came from the wand in his hand.
He is walking.
This corridor is very familiar, it is the corridor of the Department of Mysteries.
He came too many times, but never opened the door.
But this time, the door opened.
He opened it.
He is in a circular room, and through the room, he enters a rectangular room.
There was a mechanical ticking sound from my ears, like the sound of a second hand moving.
Did not stop, continued to walk.
There was a door at the end of the room, which he opened.
Inside was a dimly lit place, as spacious as a cathedral.
Rows of dusty glass spheres lined tall shelves.
Harry's heart was pounding and he knew where to go.
In this room, there was something he wanted very much.
But at this moment, a loud noise made his body tremble.
He was awakened, and the dark dormitory was filled with laughter.
It was Seamus and the others who were discussing fireworks, and a fireworks exploded outside.
Harry wanted to see it too, but he was growing weak.
The fireworks in front of him seemed to turn into a huge snake head, swallowing him, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
The sound disappeared.
He tried to call Ron, but he couldn't make a sound.
"let me go!"
The screeching was terrifying, and Harry felt his hands and feet being bound.
His body seemed to be stuck to a big rock, and his body was constantly being torn and wanted to be torn off.
Harry could feel the little things crawling up his body.
"Don't run away, Tom."
An indifferent voice sounded in the darkness.
Harry looked around with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see the slightest bit of the scene.
"You should know that I have the ability to destroy you."
The voice continued, and Harry saw what seemed to be a flame in the darkness.
The flame was golden and gorgeous, and even his soul was trembling.
"No, it's impossible, how is it possible!"
The screeching sounded again, and Harry's limbs were on fire.
He tried hard to see clearly, the gorgeous golden flame turned into a pair of eyes, indifferent and ruthless judgment.
Harry's scar hurt even more, he was woken up by the pain.
There seemed to be a fireball stuffed inside his head, trying to explode it.
He buried his head in the pillow, and it took some time before he felt better.
He raised his head in confusion, only the sound of fireworks and explosions remained around him.
Ron and the others had already fallen asleep, and the snoring could be heard, and Ron was a little tired.
Harry felt that he should practice Occlumency well, or one day, his head might explode.
Monday.
Harry was so preoccupied that he hesitated at dinner time.
Cedric was walking to the Ravenclaw table, comforting Cho Chang, who was having a hard time accepting that her friend had betrayed the Dajun.
He looked at the Slytherin again, and Malfoy caught the look all of a sudden, and grinned nastily.
Harry's stomach was churning; he hadn't seen Snape in a while.
The last time we met, he used his armor to protect his Legilimency. Maybe Snape wanted to kill someone.
After finally surviving dinner, he walked to Snape's office with heavy steps.
Not long after entering, he heard Snape's cold voice.
"You're late, Potter."
Harry saw Snape point his wand to his head, and pull some thoughts out of it, placing them carefully in the Pensieve.
After doing all this, Snape looked at Harry coldly.
"Have you practiced?"
"Yes." Harry lied, not daring to look at Snape.
But he forgot that besides Legilimency, Snape was a person who had lived 20 years longer than him.
It's just that he doesn't want to care about such a clumsy lie.
Just as they were about to start, there was a knock on the office door.
Snape frowned. He had told the group of students not to come at this time.
After opening the door, he saw Professor McGonagall.
"Severus, I think I need to discuss this matter with you first. Felius and Pomona are in my office."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry and said, "I hope I haven't bothered you."
"Potter, we'll resume this lesson tomorrow night." Snape glanced at Harry, without asking for his opinion at all, nodded and went out to close the door.
Harry heard some words, Holrag, teacher, something like that.
He shoved his wand back into his robe pocket angrily, before leaving.
He saw the light spots jumping on the door frame, stopped in his footsteps, and turned around. The light spots came from the Pensieve, just like what he saw in the Department of Mysteries in his dream.
Harry stared at the Pensieve as the silvery substance in it swirled.
He suspected that Snape might have something to hide from him, something about the Department of Mysteries, or something about John.
These days, he has been repeatedly emphasizing not to touch John.
Harry hesitated again and again, thinking that Snape would not come back for the time being, the heart of Gryffindor trembled.
He took out his wand and poked the silver substance lightly.
The silver substance spun rapidly, and Harry bent down.
The silvery substance turned into what looked like a skylight through which he looked into a room.
That place seems to be an auditorium, just like the current one.
Still overwhelmed by curiosity, he took a deep breath and buried his cheeks in it.
He fell in the cold darkness and finally landed in the auditorium.
...
Malfoy has always been very concerned about Harry's information, so detailed that he already knows that Umbridge is secretly adding Veritaserum to his tea to interrogate Harry.
"Did you go to eavesdrop?" John was deeply suspicious, and Malfoy looked away awkwardly.
But it was not Snape's style to use Veritaserum to torture students so casually for Umbridge.
It's okay if there are only students, Harry is the key.
So John was skeptical about the authenticity of the bottle of Veritaserum.
Just then, a frisbee with flames flying towards John.
He raised his eyebrows and reached out to catch the Frisbee.
The flames could not leave a mark on John's skin. He looked up and saw more Frisbees and fireworks flying towards the corridor.
He could also hear the cheers of the Weasley twins, who always brought a laugh when Hogwarts was down.
John, who was about to make a move, immediately let go of the fireworks and let him fly out at will.
Malfoy opened his mouth wide, obviously startled by the amount of fireworks.
John walked up to the Weasley twins who were hiding, and asked with a smile, "How much have you prepared?"
"I don't know, I used everything." George shrugged and said, "I originally wanted to leave it to those students after graduation."
"Silver Hand gave us enough funds, so we don't have to worry about it," Fred said.
Fireworks go off all over the castle, and they look intimidating, but they won't even hurt the portraits on the walls.
Umbridge ran out in a panic, without any of the professors to help her.
John saw Professor Flitwick secretly make a fist gesture in the crowd, and it was obvious that he was also very happy.
Umbridge fought alone, and even Filch moved a stool, holding Mrs. Norris and admiring the fireworks there.
He could also count the names of those fireworks for Mrs. Norris.
He knew so much from all his dealings with the Weasley twins.
The students laughed as a firework exploded into Umbridge's bun, turning her hair into an Afro.
John saw that Pansy's little boyfriend wanted to help, but the people around him deliberately blocked him from going there.
Umbridge could be seen running around Hogwarts all day today, dealing with those fireworks.
And the professors closed the door and turned their ears to nothing.
That day, Umbridge was so busy that he didn't finish cleaning up at night.
For the Weasley twins, the good things that day were far more than that. The silver-handed angel investment sent a letter, because their outstanding invention was favored and they were ready to increase investment.
George and Fred high fived, and the two joined hands and tap danced in the lounge.
...
The Gryffindor common room celebrated very late before being sent back to rest by Professor McGonagall with a black face.
Ron and Harry said he absolutely laughed when he saw Professor McGonagall turn around just now.
Harry yawned and went to bed, and soon, he felt that things in front of him became blurred, and finally fell into darkness.
A light gradually rose from the darkness, and Harry noticed that the light came from the wand in his hand.
He is walking.
This corridor is very familiar, it is the corridor of the Department of Mysteries.
He came too many times, but never opened the door.
But this time, the door opened.
He opened it.
He is in a circular room, and through the room, he enters a rectangular room.
There was a mechanical ticking sound from my ears, like the sound of a second hand moving.
Did not stop, continued to walk.
There was a door at the end of the room, which he opened.
Inside was a dimly lit place, as spacious as a cathedral.
Rows of dusty glass spheres lined tall shelves.
Harry's heart was pounding and he knew where to go.
In this room, there was something he wanted very much.
But at this moment, a loud noise made his body tremble.
He was awakened, and the dark dormitory was filled with laughter.
It was Seamus and the others who were discussing fireworks, and a fireworks exploded outside.
Harry wanted to see it too, but he was growing weak.
The fireworks in front of him seemed to turn into a huge snake head, swallowing him, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
The sound disappeared.
He tried to call Ron, but he couldn't make a sound.
"let me go!"
The screeching was terrifying, and Harry felt his hands and feet being bound.
His body seemed to be stuck to a big rock, and his body was constantly being torn and wanted to be torn off.
Harry could feel the little things crawling up his body.
"Don't run away, Tom."
An indifferent voice sounded in the darkness.
Harry looked around with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see the slightest bit of the scene.
"You should know that I have the ability to destroy you."
The voice continued, and Harry saw what seemed to be a flame in the darkness.
The flame was golden and gorgeous, and even his soul was trembling.
"No, it's impossible, how is it possible!"
The screeching sounded again, and Harry's limbs were on fire.
He tried hard to see clearly, the gorgeous golden flame turned into a pair of eyes, indifferent and ruthless judgment.
Harry's scar hurt even more, he was woken up by the pain.
There seemed to be a fireball stuffed inside his head, trying to explode it.
He buried his head in the pillow, and it took some time before he felt better.
He raised his head in confusion, only the sound of fireworks and explosions remained around him.
Ron and the others had already fallen asleep, and the snoring could be heard, and Ron was a little tired.
Harry felt that he should practice Occlumency well, or one day, his head might explode.
Monday.
Harry was so preoccupied that he hesitated at dinner time.
Cedric was walking to the Ravenclaw table, comforting Cho Chang, who was having a hard time accepting that her friend had betrayed the Dajun.
He looked at the Slytherin again, and Malfoy caught the look all of a sudden, and grinned nastily.
Harry's stomach was churning; he hadn't seen Snape in a while.
The last time we met, he used his armor to protect his Legilimency. Maybe Snape wanted to kill someone.
After finally surviving dinner, he walked to Snape's office with heavy steps.
Not long after entering, he heard Snape's cold voice.
"You're late, Potter."
Harry saw Snape point his wand to his head, and pull some thoughts out of it, placing them carefully in the Pensieve.
After doing all this, Snape looked at Harry coldly.
"Have you practiced?"
"Yes." Harry lied, not daring to look at Snape.
But he forgot that besides Legilimency, Snape was a person who had lived 20 years longer than him.
It's just that he doesn't want to care about such a clumsy lie.
Just as they were about to start, there was a knock on the office door.
Snape frowned. He had told the group of students not to come at this time.
After opening the door, he saw Professor McGonagall.
"Severus, I think I need to discuss this matter with you first. Felius and Pomona are in my office."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry and said, "I hope I haven't bothered you."
"Potter, we'll resume this lesson tomorrow night." Snape glanced at Harry, without asking for his opinion at all, nodded and went out to close the door.
Harry heard some words, Holrag, teacher, something like that.
He shoved his wand back into his robe pocket angrily, before leaving.
He saw the light spots jumping on the door frame, stopped in his footsteps, and turned around. The light spots came from the Pensieve, just like what he saw in the Department of Mysteries in his dream.
Harry stared at the Pensieve as the silvery substance in it swirled.
He suspected that Snape might have something to hide from him, something about the Department of Mysteries, or something about John.
These days, he has been repeatedly emphasizing not to touch John.
Harry hesitated again and again, thinking that Snape would not come back for the time being, the heart of Gryffindor trembled.
He took out his wand and poked the silver substance lightly.
The silver substance spun rapidly, and Harry bent down.
The silvery substance turned into what looked like a skylight through which he looked into a room.
That place seems to be an auditorium, just like the current one.
Still overwhelmed by curiosity, he took a deep breath and buried his cheeks in it.
He fell in the cold darkness and finally landed in the auditorium.
...
