"There are still a lot of people left!" Hermione comforted him.
"Yes, there are a lot of people left." Harry did not seem to be in a good mood. What he really cared about was that Ron and Autumn did not go. "During Maeda's gathering tonight, we practiced the spells that Elwyn taught us. Everyone did a good job."
There was a moment of silence. Everyone could see that Harry was not in a good mood.
"Sirius, I came here today to talk to you …"
Boom! There was a violent vibration coming from the fireplace.
"What's that sound?"
"It's Fred and George. I asked them to help me buy time for this meeting." Harry said carelessly. "I don't know what they're going to do. They probably set off special fireworks and firecrackers. They think that since Dumbledore is not in school, they don't have to follow the school rules. So, since four days ago, the Hogwarts have been releasing Weasley's special magic fireworks everywhere."
"Oh my God, the professors don't care?"
"The deans didn't do anything, and the others couldn't catch them. I don't know how they did it, but the fireworks are hard to get rid of. Instead, there are more and more of them."
"They cast a lot of counter-spells on the fireworks. For example, if the fireworks are hit by a Stun Spell, they will explode immediately. If they use a Vanish Spell, the fireworks will increase by ten times." Elwyn said with interest. "Fred and George have a great idea. The trick fireworks they made are amazing. Of course, some advanced spells can still solve them …"
Hermione glared at him. This was not something to be proud of.
"Harry, you just said that you need Fred and George to buy time for you?"
"Yes, I need them to attract attention so that I can enter Umrich's office and use her fireplace. Oh, now this is the office of the Special Task Force. As you know, all the fireplaces in the school are monitored by the Ministry of Magic and can't be used except for Umrich's, "Harry said." She left an opening in her office. "
"You can't do that!" Hermione said immediately. "You'll get into big trouble."
Harry ignored her. He was still staring at Sirius. "Sirius, I want to talk to you about my father."
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Sirius looked at him. He had not interrupted before.
"Last night, I went to Snape's place for tutoring. Malfoy suddenly broke in and called him away. They seemed to have found the missing Monty in a toilet on the fifth floor. That was done by Fred and George." Harry said quickly, his breathing gradually becoming rapid. "After Snape left, I couldn't help but look at the meditation basin he left behind. Every time before he taught me the Brain Occlusion, he would save some memories there..."
"You saw something about Jaime?" Sirius looked at him. "In Snape's memory."
"Yes." Harry nodded, his expression becoming more and more melancholic. "Listen to me, Sirius!"
… …
At this moment, only Harry was left in Snape's office. Not far away, the meditation basin was filled with a silver-white substance that was spinning.
Harry knew that it was Snape's thoughts. If he accidentally broke through Snape's defense, the things that Snape did not want him to see.
Staring at the meditation basin, Harry's heart surged with curiosity. What was it that Snape was so careful to hide?
He took two steps toward the table and thought carefully.
Could it be that Snape had decided to hide things from him about the Department of Mystery Affairs?
Or was it related to Lord Voldemort?
Look at what he did at school after the principal and Elwyn left. He was in cahoots with Lucius Malfoy.
The more he thought about it, the more Harry felt that it was possible. Maybe he would discover some great secret.
He looked back. His heart was beating harder and faster.
How long would it take for Snape to rescue Monty from the toilet?
Would he return to his office directly, or would he escort Monty to the school hospital?
Needless to say, it was the latter!
Monty was the captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team. Snape would definitely want to make sure that he was okay.
Harry took the last few steps toward the meditation basin and stood by the side, looking down at the bottom. He hesitated and listened. The office and the corridor outside were very quiet. Then he quickly took out his 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 rapidly, and as Harry leaned over it, he saw that it was becoming transparent.
He seemed to be looking into a room through a circular skylight. He was looking down at the school hall.
It was actually the hall. It was not what he had expected. What was going on?
For a moment, Harry felt that he was in a dilemma. Reason told him not to continue watching. Snape could come back at any time. But Harry thought of Elwyn and Hermione's departure, his anger towards Ron, Autumn's incomprehension, and Malfoy's mocking expression.
The next second, a reckless courage took control of him.
He took a deep breath and buried his face in Snape's thoughts.
The floor of the office immediately tilted, and Harry fell headfirst into the meditation basin.
He spun and fell rapidly in the cold darkness. Then, he stood in the middle of the hall.
But the four school tables were gone. Instead, there were more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction.
At each table sat a student, writing hastily on a roll of parchment.
Only the scratching sound of a quill could be heard. Occasionally, there was the rustling sound of someone adjusting their parchment.
Doubt rose in Harry's heart. This was obviously an examination.
Sunlight passed through the tall windows and shone on the heads that were lowered.
In the bright light, the heads shone with grayish-brown, reddish-brown, and golden luster.
Harry carefully looked around. Snape must be here somewhere. This was his memory.
He was there, at a table behind Harry.
Harry stared at him. Snape looked strong in his teens, but his face was pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark. His long, straight, greasy hair hung on the table.
As he hurriedly wrote, his hooked nose was barely half an inch away from the parchment.
Harry went behind Snape and looked at the title of the paper: Defense Against Black Magic, Ordinary Wizard Level.
Ordinary Wizard Level Examination. This meant that Snape must have been fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Harry. His hand moved quickly on the parchment.
These questions did not seem to be difficult for him. He wrote quickly, without any hesitation.
He wrote at least a foot more than the people closest to him, and his handwriting was small and dense.
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