Chapter 410 Is This Really My Father?

The moment he saw the boy, Harry rushed over quickly. Fortunately, he was now in his memory, so he was like a ghost, able to pass through the desks and students without causing any chaos.

He knew very little information about his father, and he wanted to see what role his father played in Professor Snape's memory.

Harry stopped in front of the table and bent over to examine his father carefully.

It’s a strange feeling, a bit like seeing another self.

The other person's eyes were light brown, not green like mine, and there was no scar on his forehead, but other than that, everything else was very similar.

The same mouth, the same eyebrows, the same messy hair, which seems to never be tidy no matter how hard you comb it.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party did not comb his hair on purpose. Sirius told him that his father always liked to mess his hair on purpose and called it personality.

James yawned, ruffling his hair even more messy than before, then he turned furtively and smiled at a boy behind him.

Harry recognized it immediately as Sirius, who was lazily leaning back in his chair, with his body resting on only two legs. When he saw James looking back, he smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Not far from Sirius, Harry saw Lupin, who looked pale and haggard. At the moment, he was frowning and checking his test paper carefully.

Near Lupin, Harry also found a short, gray-haired boy. It was Peter Pettigrew. He looked anxious and kept biting his nails. He would also secretly glance at the test paper at the next table when Professor Flitwick wasn't paying attention.

Harry felt a little nervous when he thought of what Peter Pettigrew had said.

Maybe...from this memory, I can tell whether Peter is lying.

The bell rang to signal the end of the exam, and Professor Flitwick collected everyone's parchment. After he dismissed the class, the hall suddenly became noisy.

"Hey, Severus, stop looking at the test paper. You've already handed in the parchment for the answers. Why are you still looking at it?" Sebastian slapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, Lily and Mia are waiting for us."

Following the direction of Sebastian's finger, Harry saw his mother and Aunt Mia standing side by side by the door, looking at this place with a smile.

Hearing Sebastian's words, Snape's face showed a hearty smile that Harry had never seen before. He slapped Sebastian's hand away and ran to Lily's side.

"Lily, how did you do in the exam? Judging from my mouth, you must have passed with high scores given your level."

"You're a man who values ​​women over friends," Sebastian came over, cursing, and grabbed Mia's hand. "Ignore them, let's go relax."

Looking at Snape talking and laughing with his mother, Harry was completely overwhelmed.

what's the situation?

Is the attitude between these two people too intimate?

Where is your father?

Harry turned his head to look at his father beside him and found that his eyes drifted in the direction of his mother from time to time, while he was talking absent-mindedly to his friends.

Suddenly, he heard his father say in an impatient tone: "Wormtail, why are you so stupid? You have to go out with the werewolves every month."

Harry turned his head and looked at the embarrassed Lupin, who was begging his father to lower his voice.

what?

It seems like they are discussing the characteristics of werewolves.

But, is it okay to say such things in a place like this?

Harry felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that his father was not paying enough attention. If someone with ulterior motives heard this, Lupin would be in trouble.

Following the crowd out of the auditorium, Harry saw a fat professor he had never seen before called Sebastian aside and said something with concern. Aunt Mia also stopped and stood not far away waiting for them.

Professor Snape and his mother left the castle and walked towards the Black Lake.

Fortunately for Harry, his father James also came to the Black Lake with his friends, whether intentionally or unintentionally. He originally thought that he would never see his father again.

James took out a golden snitch and let it fly around him. Then he used various difficult moves to catch it again in his hand over and over again.

Every time this happened, Wormtail would clap his hands and cheer loudly. Harry found that his father enjoyed the attention very much, but his attention was obviously not on Wormtail, but he kept looking in the direction of his mother.

Harry smiled. He was certain that his Quidditch talent was inherited from his father.

After playing for a while, Sirius stopped James, in order to prevent Wormtail from getting so excited that he wet his pants.

The awkward feeling came over Harry again. He felt that such words were disrespectful no matter how he listened to them.

Just then, James muttered, "Let's go and trouble Snotlout."

Lupin wanted to say something more, but James and Sirius had already walked up quickly, and Peter Pettigrew followed behind them with an expectant expression on his face.

Harry looked up and found that his mother had been called away by several girls, leaving Snape standing there alone.

"Snotlout," James and Sirius gathered around and said in a low voice, "I have warned you more than once to stay away from Evans, but you never took my words to heart."

Snape didn't waste any time, he just pulled out his wand and started fighting with several people. However, he was outnumbered and his wand was knocked away by the Disarming Curse in just two rounds.

"Snotlout, your hairstyle looks so disgusting, clean it up!"

A large amount of soap bubbles appeared on Snape's head, blurring his eyes.

"Potter, you coward, if you can, fight me one on one."

"Still stubborn!" James cast another spell, hanging Snape upside down in the air. "Promise me that you will stay away from Evans in the future."

"Dream on!" Snape said fiercely, "Whoever Lily is with is her own right. You can't interfere at all. Besides, she won't even look at you."

Harry felt a little uneasy. He felt that his father's behavior was too much of a bully. He really couldn't accept that his father would be like this.

He really wanted to tell his father loudly that this behavior was wrong and to stop the other party himself, but unfortunately it was just a memory and he could do nothing.

Just when he was feeling extremely worried, a light shout came from a distance.

"James Potter, let Severus go!"