Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Just this one?!” Snape doubted that those cold black eyes were stitched up, "maybe you liked having these hallucinations and weird dreams, Potter, maybe they made you feel special, um, important? ”

“No.” Harry bit his teeth and clasped his fingers tightly against the wand handle.

“That's good, Potter! Snape coldly said," Because you're neither special nor important, you don't have to figure out what the Dark Lord did. ”

“Yeah, that's your job, isn't it?” Harry yelled at him.

He didn't want to say that, it came out of the air, and they stared at each other for a long time.

Harry thought he was overzealous, but Snape had a strange, almost satisfied look on his face.

“Yes, Porter!” His eyes sparkle, "that's my job, now, ready, let's do it again. ”

He raised his wand and flashed a light.

Harry became that horrible demon statue, surrounded by corpses and flesh, and his face twisted.

He saw Keresis being shot out, he was going to eat each other, but he also saw Snape standing in front of him, staring at his face and reading words in his mouth.

Somehow, Snape became clearer, the Dementors faded, and Harry raised the wand.

“Armor protection! ”

Snape snapped and his wand flew up and away from Harry.

Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with strange memories.

A man with an eagle hook nose yelled at a frightened woman, and a little boy with dark hair cried in the corner.

A hairy teenager sits alone in a dark bedroom shooting flies at the ceiling with a wand.

A skinny boy wants to ride a jumping broom. A girl next to him is laughing at him, that girl...

“Enough! ”

Harry felt his chest thrust and he took a few steps backwards.

He hit a shelf by the wall and something snapped.

Snape trembled slightly and looked pale.

The back of Harry's robe was wet, and he just smashed a bottle, and a sticky thing spinning in the drier potion.

“Restore as you started!” Snape hissed and said, "Ah, Potter, that's progress! ”

Snape gasped slightly and straightened the meditation basin, as if the thoughts he had deposited before checking his class were still out.

“I don't remember calling you the Iron Armor Curse, but it definitely works! ”

Harry didn't say anything, he felt it was dangerous to say anything.

He knew he had just broken into Snape's memory and saw Snape as a child.

He felt uncomfortable, thinking that the little boy who watched his parents fight and cry was standing in front of him right now, with such strong hatred in his eyes, Snape's childhood did not look good, but the girl in the last memory...

“Let's do it again, shall we?” Snape said, with a clearly provocative tone, "you can continue to use the Iron Armor spell. ”

Harry was terrified: he guessed he was going to pay for what he had just done.

The two of them stood at each other's table, and Harry found it much more difficult to empty his brain this time, and he couldn't do it at all.

“On three!” Snape said lift the wand again, "One, two...”

Before Harry had had time to concentrate on emptying his brain, Snape had shouted, "Intoxicate! ”

He flew down the corridor towards the Department of Mysterious Services, where stone walls and torches swept by.

That black door got bigger and bigger, and he ran too fast, almost crashing into one end, just a few steps away.

He saw the faint blue light again, it was no longer closed, and the door suddenly opened!

He finally went in, a round house with black walls, black floors, and blue flames of candles.

There are several doors around him. Which door should he go?!

“Potter!! ”

“I don't know what's going on.” Harry honestly stood up and kowtowed a bag in the back of his head, he felt a little fever, "I've never seen before, I've dreamed of that door, but it never opened before! ”

This is a very important piece of information, and he went behind that door, which means Voldemort went in.

“You're not trying hard enough!” For some reason, Snape seemed more angry than Harry had seen his own memory two minutes earlier. “You're lazy and so-so, Potter, no wonder the Dark Lord...”

“Can you explain, Professor?” Harry's on fire again, "why do you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only heard the Death Eaters call him that! ”

Snape opened his mouth and growled, but there was a woman screaming outside and her voice was louder than his.

“What?” Snape looked up at the ceiling.

Harry heard a noise coming from the hall and Snape frowned at him.

“Did you see anything unusual down there, Potter? ”

Harry shook his head and the woman screamed again.

Snape walked to the door with a wand and walked out.

Harry hesitated for a while and followed him out.

The cry came from the hall, and Harry ran to the steps leading up to the basement.

Running to the top, he found the hall full of people.

Dinner students are all crowded out of the auditorium, and many more are crowded on the marble staircase.

Harry squeezed out of a group of tall Slytherin students and saw the spectators surrounded by a large circle.

Some are shocked, some are even frightened, others are constantly weeping.

He also saw Professor McGonagall, who seemed rather upset by the scene at hand.

Then he saw Ivan, Hermione, Ron, Elaine, Colin and Ginny standing across the street, and he rushed over.

“What happened?” He asked quickly.

“It's Professor Trelawny!” Hermione said the voice was filled with unspeakable shock and sadness, "When the woman just had dinner, she was fired in front of everyone in the school! ”

At this moment, Professor Trelawny stood in the middle of the hall with a wand in his hand and an empty bottle in his hand.

She looked completely insane, her hair falling apart, and her glasses were crooked, making one eye look much bigger than the other.

Her countless scarves and shawls hang in chaos, making her feel like she's wrecked.

She had two large boxes next to her, one standing upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

“No!” she screamed, "No! This can't happen! Impossible! ”

“Didn't you expect that?” A sharp little girl's voice said it seemed funny, "Though you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that your bad behavior when I listen to classes and no improvement thereafter will inevitably lead to your dismissal, right? ”

“You, you can't!” Professor Trelawney shouted, tears gushing from behind the big lens, "You, you can't fire me! I've been here for 16 years! Hogwarts, it's me, my house! ”