Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Isn't that a lot of people left?” Hermione comforted him.

“Yeah, there's a lot of people left.” Harry said the mood didn't seem to get much better, he really cared that Ron and Autumn didn't go, "we practiced the spell Ivan taught us before at Maeda's evening party, and everyone was doing well. ”

For a moment of silence, anyone can see that Harry's emotions are not very high.

“Sirius, I'm here today to talk to you...”

Boom boom, a violent vibration coming from the furnace fire.

“What's that sound? ”

“It was Fred and George, and I asked them to help me buy time for this meeting.” Harry didn't mind saying, "I don't know what he was going to do, probably set fire to special fireworks and firecrackers. They both thought that since Dumbledore wasn't in school, they didn't have to follow school rules, so Hogwarts had been running around with Wesleyan magic fireworks since four days ago. ”

“Oh, my God, the professors don't care? ”

“The deans didn't make a move, and the others couldn't catch them, and I don't know how they did it. These fireworks are hard to get rid of, but they're getting more and more. ”

“They put a lot of counterspells on fireworks, like being hit by a coma spell, and they explode directly; if they use a quenching spell, they grow tenfold.” Ivan said with interest, "Fred and George had a great idea, they made a prank fireworks amazing effect, and of course, using some deep spells would still solve them...”

Hermione glared at him, which was not something to be proud of.

“Harry, did you just tell Fred and George to buy you some time? ”

“Yeah, I need their attention to get into Umbridge's office and use her fireplace, oh, now this is the SWAT office. As you know, the other fireplaces in the school are monitored by the Ministry of Magic and cannot be used, except here in Umbridge.” Harry said, "she left a note for her office earlier. ”

“You can't do that!” Hermione said immediately, "You're going to get in big trouble. ”

Harry ignored her, and he still stared at Sirius, "Sirius, I want to talk to you about my father. ”

“What are you trying to say?” Sirius looked at him and he had never spoken before.

“Last night, when I went to Snape for counseling, Malfoy broke in and yelled at him, as if they had found the missing Montague in a toilet on the fifth floor, made by Fred and George.” Harry quickly said, breathing was getting impatient, "After Snape left, I couldn't help but look at his remaining meditation basin, where he kept some memories every time he taught me brain closure...”

“Did you see something about James?” Sirius looks at him, "in Snape's memory. ”

“Yes.” Harry nodded and his expression grew more melancholy, “Listen to me, Sirius! ”

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At this moment, only Harry is left in Snape's office, and silver-white matter is spinning in the meditation basin not far away.

Harry knew it was Snape's idea, and if he accidentally broke Snape's defense, the other side didn't want him to see those things.

Looking at the meditation basin, Harry's heart rose for a while, wondering what Snape was so careful to hide?

He took two steps toward the table and thought with all his heart.

Is it possible that Snape decided to hide something from him about the Mystery Division?

Or Voldemort?

Look at what he did at school after the headmaster, Ivan, and they left, and take a breather with Lucius Malfoy.

The more he thinks about it, the more Harry thinks it's possible, maybe he'll discover something incredible.

He looked back, his heart beating harder and faster.

How long will it take Snape to get Monty out of the toilet?

Will he return directly to his office, or will he escort Montaigne to the school hospital?

Of course it's the latter!

Montaigne is the captain of Slytherin Quiddich, and Snape definitely wants to make sure he's okay.

Harry finished his final steps toward the meditation basin and stood by the basin looking down at the bottom of the basin. He hesitated for a moment, listened, the office and the hallway outside were quiet, then he quickly pulled out the wand and gently poked the substance in the meditation basin with the tip of the wand.

The silver object in the basin began to spin so fast that Harry leaned down towards it and saw it become transparent.

He seemed to be looking into a room through a circular skylight, and he was looking down at the school auditorium.

It's the auditorium. It's not what I originally expected. What is this?

At one point, Harry found himself in a difficult position, and reason told him not to continue watching, and Snape could be back any minute, but Harry thought of Ivan and Hermione's departure, his anger at Ron, his lack of understanding of Autumn, and Malfoy's mocking expression.

The next second, a reckless courage controlled him.

He took a big breath and buried his cheek into Snape's mind.

The floor of the office immediately leaned over and tipped Harry's head down into the meditation basin.

He spins down in a cold darkness, and then stands in the middle of the auditorium.

But the four college tables disappeared, replacing them with more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction.

There was a student sitting at each table, head down and writing on a roll of parchment.

You can only hear the sound of a quill and occasionally the sound of sand when someone adjusts their parchment.

Doubt rises deep in Harry's heart, which is clearly taking the exam.

The sun goes through the tall windows and shines on the low heads.

In bright light, those heads show taupe, reddish brown, and golden glow.

Harry took a closer look around, and Snape must be here somewhere, which is his memory.

There he is, right behind Harry's table.

Harry looked at him and Snape, a teenager, looked sturdy, but pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark, with his long, straight, greasy hair hanging on the table.

As he hurried to write, his hawkhooked nose was barely half an inch from parchment paper.

Harry circled behind Snape and looked at the title of the paper: Defense Against Dark Arts, Ordinary Wizarding Level.

Ordinary Wizarding Level Exams, so Snape must be fifteen or six years old at the time, almost the same age as Harry is now, and his hand is moving around fast on parchment paper.

These questions seemed to overwhelm him, he wrote fast, without any hesitation.

He wrote at least a foot more than the people closest to him, and his handwriting was small and dense.

It seems clear that Snape, as a teenager, belongs to the hegemonic category, just like Hermione, and that defense against the dark arts is one of his specialties.