Chapter 344 Image Collapse and Angry Snape
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Harry saw that the original four long tables disappeared and were replaced by a hundred tables.
The sun shines through the tall windows onto those drooping heads.
Harry saw Snape, who was still a young student at the time.
Although it looks different from the current one, the hooked nose is still easy to recognize.
They're doing exam papers, Ordinary Wizarding Ranks, Owl exams.
The Snape in this memory was about the same as him now, both fifteen or sixteen years old.
He also saw Professor Flitwick.
At that time, Professor Flitwick looked younger, walking by a boy with shaggy black hair.
Harry froze, he recognized the dark-haired boy.
Even though he looks much younger, he still recognizes it.
That was... his father.
Father at 15.
He ran over and looked at the face.
Whether it was Sirius or anyone else, they were right.
My father is very similar to myself, with the same thin face, the same mouth, and the same eyebrows.
No wonder those people will say that they look like their father when they see themselves.
Even the hair and hands are so similar.
If you stand together, the difference in height will not be much.
He also saw Sirius, and the two of them really were buddies when they were in school.
My godfather was unrestrained when he was young, and at first glance he was the kind of student who would not be serious and obedient.
Then, then Harry saw more.
Lupine, Peter Pettigrew.
Professor Flitwick asked them to stop writing, and flew the test papers by magic.
It's just that there are too many test papers, which knocked him down.
A few students helped him up, and Professor Flitwick didn't mind if they laughed at his gaffe.
Harry followed behind his father, and the foursome discussed the topic.
He was amused when he heard about Lupine's interaction with his own father.
Ask a werewolf about werewolves?
Father took out a Snitch, let it fly about a foot in his hand, and grabbed it quickly.
This also made Harry happy, just like himself.
It's just that I don't show off like my father.
They stayed under the beech tree, and Peter Pettigrew screamed every time they let go.
Snape was already sitting on the grass, and his father was still playing tirelessly with the Snitch.
Harry felt like he enjoyed being watched.
"I'm bored," said Sirius. "I wish it were a full moon today."
Lupine said grimly at the back of the book, "We still have to take Transfiguration. If you are bored, you can test me."
Sirius snorted and said arrogantly: "I don't need to read these rubbish, I know all about it."
Such a godfather was completely different from the Sirius Harry knew, and Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes.
At this time, the father said, "This will cheer you up, Padfoot, look who is that?"
Sirius turned his head away, motionless like a dog smelling a rabbit.
"That's great, Snotlite." He gave a playful grin.
Snape was putting away his Owl exam papers.
When he stepped out of the shadow of the bushes and onto the grass, Sirius and James stood up.
Lupine and Pettigrew didn't move, but Lupine frowned.
James said aloud, "You all right, Snotluck?"
Snape's reaction was quick, as if he had been tempered a thousand times, he threw off his schoolbag, reached into his robes with one hand and took out his wand.
But as soon as he took out his wand and raised it halfway, James disarmed him.
Harry froze, not sure why this was happening all of a sudden.
Then there was Sirius, who smiled sarcastically, watching as Snape was about to pick up his wand and use the Impeding Charm for Snape to knock him down hilariously.
Harry thought it wasn't real, like a nightmare, destroying everything he thought of his father.
They called Snape the snot-nosed nickname, and Sirius taunted him meanly that the parchment was definitely the grease from Snape's nose.
Snape's popularity was not very good, and several students laughed when they heard it.
"Just wait for me." Snape glared at the two men viciously, a series of obscenities came out of his mouth.
Harry thought he could console himself with the fact that Snape was a nuisance.
But after James used Cleanse to leave Snape's lips covered in bubbles, he felt icy cold.
"Let him go!"
A dark red-haired girl walked by the lake, her surprisingly green almond eyes opened angrily.
James was less vicious this time, "How are you, Evans."
"Let him go." Lily Evans, Harry's mother.
The distaste for James on her face hurt Harry deeply.
"Why did he bother you?"
"Well," said James, pretending to be pondering an important point, "he shouldn't even exist, if you know what I mean."
Harry despaired that his father was such a man.
He even felt that Malfoy was kinder than him.
"You think you're funny? But you're just an arrogant, bullying bastard, Potter, let him go!" Lily looked cold.
"If you hang out with me, I'll let him go, Evans," James said viciously like a spoiled dandy, flirting with good girls, "Say, hang out with me, and I'll let you go." Never touch an old snotlite with a wand again."
In stark contrast to him, was Snape's embarrassed figure crawling towards his wand with bubbles bubbling from the corner of his mouth.
Lily made no secret of her dislike for James, threatening that she would rather hang out with the big octopus than him.
At this time, Snape got the wand, and he used it at James.
A flash passed, and a bruise appeared on Jaime's face, and blood fell.
James spun around and shot the spell, leaving Snape hanging upside down in the air.
"Enough, enough." Harry growled with clenched fists, and he heard a lot of jeers.
Lily asked him to put Snape down again and again, but a petrification spell from Sirius made Snape even more funny.
Harry was about to close his eyes.
suddenly.
There was a light on the water.
He looked, and a pair of vertical pupils fell in his sight.
Let him be cold.
Those eyes were wrapped in countless darkness, and disappeared after blinking.
"It's him, it's him!" Harry's hands and feet were cold.
I don't know why it can also be seen in Snape's memory.
"I don't need help from a stinky little Mudblood like her!" Snape roared.
Harry regained consciousness and saw that Lily broke with Snape because of this sentence.
By the way, Lily also scolded James.
This annoyed James to take off Snape's underwear.
Without letting Harry see that, he was dragged from the Pensieve.
It was Snape, with a frighteningly pale face.
"Having fun?" Harry felt as if he was drowning in the coldness of his words.
"Are you happy, Potter?"
"No, no." Harry tried to break free.
But Snape was so scary, his lips quivered and his teeth bared.
"Your father was an interesting man, wasn't he?"
Harry gagged from being shaken, he didn't find it funny.
"Don't tell anyone what you saw!" Snape yelled out of composure.
Harry was about to speak, but Snape yelled, "Get out, get out! I never want to see you in this office again!"
...
Star Club.
Holding the crown, John looked terribly pale.
Daphne almost cried when she saw him.
"John, what's wrong with you?" Her lips quivered.
John stood up tremblingly, and put the diadem into another box.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood as the box closed.
Grabbing Daphne who was about to run out to find someone, John said calmly, "Don't tell it, go get the stars out."
"But..." Daphne murmured, "Okay."
She took the stars, opened it, and John blew directly on the bottle.
While drinking, John seemed to be choking, coughing violently.
Big mouthfuls of blood flowed out of his mouth, frightening Daphne who was on the side.
Looking at the blood, John murmured in a trance, "Live to death."
Putting down the stars, he stood up staggeringly, clasped Daphne's shoulders with his thin fingers, and said word by word, "Don't tell me about this, Daphne."
With tears in her eyes, Daphne shook her head desperately.
"Daphne, promise me." John's hand was hard, causing Daphne to suffer.
She looked at John steadily and asked, "Are you going to die?"
John smiled at her and said, "I promise, I won't die."
This sentence made Daphne finally let go, and she promised not to say it.
John smiled, pale and thin, looking terminally ill.
He fell on Daphne and whispered something in her ear.
Daphne suppressed her tears and nodded vigorously.
...
The sun shines through the tall windows onto those drooping heads.
Harry saw Snape, who was still a young student at the time.
Although it looks different from the current one, the hooked nose is still easy to recognize.
They're doing exam papers, Ordinary Wizarding Ranks, Owl exams.
The Snape in this memory was about the same as him now, both fifteen or sixteen years old.
He also saw Professor Flitwick.
At that time, Professor Flitwick looked younger, walking by a boy with shaggy black hair.
Harry froze, he recognized the dark-haired boy.
Even though he looks much younger, he still recognizes it.
That was... his father.
Father at 15.
He ran over and looked at the face.
Whether it was Sirius or anyone else, they were right.
My father is very similar to myself, with the same thin face, the same mouth, and the same eyebrows.
No wonder those people will say that they look like their father when they see themselves.
Even the hair and hands are so similar.
If you stand together, the difference in height will not be much.
He also saw Sirius, and the two of them really were buddies when they were in school.
My godfather was unrestrained when he was young, and at first glance he was the kind of student who would not be serious and obedient.
Then, then Harry saw more.
Lupine, Peter Pettigrew.
Professor Flitwick asked them to stop writing, and flew the test papers by magic.
It's just that there are too many test papers, which knocked him down.
A few students helped him up, and Professor Flitwick didn't mind if they laughed at his gaffe.
Harry followed behind his father, and the foursome discussed the topic.
He was amused when he heard about Lupine's interaction with his own father.
Ask a werewolf about werewolves?
Father took out a Snitch, let it fly about a foot in his hand, and grabbed it quickly.
This also made Harry happy, just like himself.
It's just that I don't show off like my father.
They stayed under the beech tree, and Peter Pettigrew screamed every time they let go.
Snape was already sitting on the grass, and his father was still playing tirelessly with the Snitch.
Harry felt like he enjoyed being watched.
"I'm bored," said Sirius. "I wish it were a full moon today."
Lupine said grimly at the back of the book, "We still have to take Transfiguration. If you are bored, you can test me."
Sirius snorted and said arrogantly: "I don't need to read these rubbish, I know all about it."
Such a godfather was completely different from the Sirius Harry knew, and Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes.
At this time, the father said, "This will cheer you up, Padfoot, look who is that?"
Sirius turned his head away, motionless like a dog smelling a rabbit.
"That's great, Snotlite." He gave a playful grin.
Snape was putting away his Owl exam papers.
When he stepped out of the shadow of the bushes and onto the grass, Sirius and James stood up.
Lupine and Pettigrew didn't move, but Lupine frowned.
James said aloud, "You all right, Snotluck?"
Snape's reaction was quick, as if he had been tempered a thousand times, he threw off his schoolbag, reached into his robes with one hand and took out his wand.
But as soon as he took out his wand and raised it halfway, James disarmed him.
Harry froze, not sure why this was happening all of a sudden.
Then there was Sirius, who smiled sarcastically, watching as Snape was about to pick up his wand and use the Impeding Charm for Snape to knock him down hilariously.
Harry thought it wasn't real, like a nightmare, destroying everything he thought of his father.
They called Snape the snot-nosed nickname, and Sirius taunted him meanly that the parchment was definitely the grease from Snape's nose.
Snape's popularity was not very good, and several students laughed when they heard it.
"Just wait for me." Snape glared at the two men viciously, a series of obscenities came out of his mouth.
Harry thought he could console himself with the fact that Snape was a nuisance.
But after James used Cleanse to leave Snape's lips covered in bubbles, he felt icy cold.
"Let him go!"
A dark red-haired girl walked by the lake, her surprisingly green almond eyes opened angrily.
James was less vicious this time, "How are you, Evans."
"Let him go." Lily Evans, Harry's mother.
The distaste for James on her face hurt Harry deeply.
"Why did he bother you?"
"Well," said James, pretending to be pondering an important point, "he shouldn't even exist, if you know what I mean."
Harry despaired that his father was such a man.
He even felt that Malfoy was kinder than him.
"You think you're funny? But you're just an arrogant, bullying bastard, Potter, let him go!" Lily looked cold.
"If you hang out with me, I'll let him go, Evans," James said viciously like a spoiled dandy, flirting with good girls, "Say, hang out with me, and I'll let you go." Never touch an old snotlite with a wand again."
In stark contrast to him, was Snape's embarrassed figure crawling towards his wand with bubbles bubbling from the corner of his mouth.
Lily made no secret of her dislike for James, threatening that she would rather hang out with the big octopus than him.
At this time, Snape got the wand, and he used it at James.
A flash passed, and a bruise appeared on Jaime's face, and blood fell.
James spun around and shot the spell, leaving Snape hanging upside down in the air.
"Enough, enough." Harry growled with clenched fists, and he heard a lot of jeers.
Lily asked him to put Snape down again and again, but a petrification spell from Sirius made Snape even more funny.
Harry was about to close his eyes.
suddenly.
There was a light on the water.
He looked, and a pair of vertical pupils fell in his sight.
Let him be cold.
Those eyes were wrapped in countless darkness, and disappeared after blinking.
"It's him, it's him!" Harry's hands and feet were cold.
I don't know why it can also be seen in Snape's memory.
"I don't need help from a stinky little Mudblood like her!" Snape roared.
Harry regained consciousness and saw that Lily broke with Snape because of this sentence.
By the way, Lily also scolded James.
This annoyed James to take off Snape's underwear.
Without letting Harry see that, he was dragged from the Pensieve.
It was Snape, with a frighteningly pale face.
"Having fun?" Harry felt as if he was drowning in the coldness of his words.
"Are you happy, Potter?"
"No, no." Harry tried to break free.
But Snape was so scary, his lips quivered and his teeth bared.
"Your father was an interesting man, wasn't he?"
Harry gagged from being shaken, he didn't find it funny.
"Don't tell anyone what you saw!" Snape yelled out of composure.
Harry was about to speak, but Snape yelled, "Get out, get out! I never want to see you in this office again!"
...
Star Club.
Holding the crown, John looked terribly pale.
Daphne almost cried when she saw him.
"John, what's wrong with you?" Her lips quivered.
John stood up tremblingly, and put the diadem into another box.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood as the box closed.
Grabbing Daphne who was about to run out to find someone, John said calmly, "Don't tell it, go get the stars out."
"But..." Daphne murmured, "Okay."
She took the stars, opened it, and John blew directly on the bottle.
While drinking, John seemed to be choking, coughing violently.
Big mouthfuls of blood flowed out of his mouth, frightening Daphne who was on the side.
Looking at the blood, John murmured in a trance, "Live to death."
Putting down the stars, he stood up staggeringly, clasped Daphne's shoulders with his thin fingers, and said word by word, "Don't tell me about this, Daphne."
With tears in her eyes, Daphne shook her head desperately.
"Daphne, promise me." John's hand was hard, causing Daphne to suffer.
She looked at John steadily and asked, "Are you going to die?"
John smiled at her and said, "I promise, I won't die."
This sentence made Daphne finally let go, and she promised not to say it.
John smiled, pale and thin, looking terminally ill.
He fell on Daphne and whispered something in her ear.
Daphne suppressed her tears and nodded vigorously.
...
