Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Why would Snape hide this memory when it's an Ordinary Wizarding Level?

Harry's doubts grew stronger, and he looked around with an unknown hunch and desire deep in his heart.

Snape and his father are in the same grade, if this is the normal Wizarding Level test of the year...

“Five minutes left!” The sound frightened Harry.

He turned around and saw Professor Flitwick's head moving between the tables not far away.

Professor Flitwicks walks by a dude with fluttering black hair, and he has very cluttered black hair.

Harry's heart beats so fast, he moves so fast that if he had a solid shape, he would have crashed into several tables.

However, he seemed to be gliding, just like in his dreams, across two aisles, sliding forward along the third aisle.

The black-haired boy's back of his head was getting closer and closer, and he was now standing upright, putting down his quill, pulling the parchment toward himself, so that he could reread the answers he had written.

Harry stopped at this table and looked down at his father when he was fifteen.

His heart went in and out of excitement: like watching a little bit of a walking self.

Jaime's eyes were light brown, his nose slightly longer than Harry's, and he had no scars on his forehead, but they both had the same thin face, the same mouth, the same eyebrows, Jaime's hair exactly the same as Harry's, and he was also strung behind his head, and his hands were just Harry's hands.

Harry can also see that if James stood up, they wouldn't be more than an inch tall.

“That's my dad!” Harry looks after him.

James beat up a huge debt, rubbed his hair, and made it messier than just now.

Then he glanced at Professor Flitwick and turned around in his seat, grinning at the boy in the fourth seat behind him.

Another excitement shocked Harry, and he saw Sirius hoist his thumb at James.

Sirius leaned lazily against the chair and looked comfortable, his body leaning back, with only two legs of the chair on the ground.

He was very handsome and had dark hair hanging in front of him, which accidentally brought out a little elegance.

Jaime's hair, Harry's hair, has never been this elegant.

Sirius has a momentum that Harry has only seen before on Ivan, but Sirius is significantly stronger.

A girl sitting behind Sirius was looking at him with anticipation, but he didn't seem to notice.

Like this girl, there are several other girls who keep staring at Sirius.

He's really popular with girls. You know, he's taking exams now...

In the row where the girl was sitting, two seats apart, Harry was happy to have another creep in his stomach, Lupin.

He looked rather pale, pale, malnourished, and was devoting himself to the exam: he reread his answers, scratched his chin with a pen and frowned slightly.

So the wormtail must be somewhere nearby.

Sure enough, Harry spotted him momentarily: the little, rat-grey-haired, pointy-nosed boy.

Wormtail looked a little anxious, and he chewed his fingernails and stared down at his paper.

He rubbed his toes off the ground and glanced at the test papers of the students at the neighboring table from time to time with hope.

Harry stared at the wormtail for a while and then turned his eyes to James.

Now he's painting on a small piece of parchment, and he's painting a golden thief.

Now, he's drawing the letters "L.E.”, what do they mean?

“Please stop!” Professor Flivey screamed, waving his wand, "including you, Ste Bins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! The test papers are flying! ”

More than a hundred rolls of parchment paper swept up and flew into Professor Flitwick's extended arms, knocking him to the ground.

Some laughed and the auditorium was filled with laughter.

Several students sitting at the front desk stood up and held Professor Flitwicks' arms and lifted him up.

“Thank you, thank you!” Professor Flivey panted and said, "Very well, gentlemen, you may go! ”

Harry looked down at his father, and he hurriedly painted off the two letters "L.E.” that he'd been working on, jumped up and stuffed the feather pen and the paper into the bag, threw the bag over his shoulder, and stood there waiting for Sirius to meet him.

Not far away, Snape walked between two rows of tables towards the door to the hall, still staring at his paper, his arched shoulders, stiff movements, that cramp-like pace reminded him of a spider, greasy hair beating beside his face.

A bunch of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius and Lupin, and Harry put himself between them, trying to keep Snape out of his sight while raising his ears to listen to James and his friends.

“Do you like question ten, Moonface?” As they entered the hall, Sirius asked.

“Love it!” Lupin said softly, "It's a good topic to name five signs of werewolves. ”

“Do you think you can name all the signs?” James pretended to be worried and said.

“I think so," Lupin said in earnest, as people crowded the front door and rushed to the sunlit field outside, and they walked into the crowd, "Number one: He sat in my seat. Number two: He's wearing my clothes. Third: His name is Rhymes Lupin. ”

Hahaha, a laugh, only the wormtail didn't laugh.

“I wrote about the shape of the mouth and nose, the eyes' pupils, and the hairy tail.” He said anxiously, "But I can't remember anything else...”

“Why are you so stupid, wormtail?” James impatiently said, "You run around with a werewolf every month, and even a werewolf...”

“James, keep your voice down.” Lupin pleaded.

That's the routine between his father's troika, the past.

Harry looked back uncomfortably, Snape was still not far away, and he was still buried looking at his exam questions. This is Snape's memory, and Harry can be sure that if Snape decides to sneak off in another direction as soon as he gets to the field outside, he can't follow James any further.

However, to relieve him, when James and his three friends made a big stride across the grass and headed downhill towards the lake, Snape, who was still drilling the paper, apparently did not know where he was going.

Harry has been trying to keep a close eye on James and the others, not far ahead of Snape.