Why did Snape hide this part of his memory during the normal Magus rank examination?
Harry's doubts grew stronger. He looked around, and there was an inexplicable premonition and desire in his heart.
Snape and his father were in the same grade. If this was the Common Wizard Rank Examination that year...
"Five minutes left!" The voice startled Harry.
He turned around and saw Professor Flitwick's head moving between the tables not far away.
Professor Flitwick walked past a boy with messy black hair. He had very messy black hair.
Harry's heart was beating fast. He was moving so fast that if he had a physical body, he would have knocked over several tables.
However, he seemed to be gliding, like in a dream, across two aisles, and gliding forward along the third aisle.
The back of the black-haired boy's head was getting closer and closer. He straightened his body, put down his quill, and pulled the roll of parchment towards him so that he could read the answers he had written down.
Harry stopped in front of the table and looked down at his father when he was fifteen years old.
There was a burst of excitement in his heart: it was like looking at a slightly different version of himself.
Jaime's eyes were light brown, and his nose was slightly longer than Harry's. There was no scar on his forehead, but they both had the same thin face, the same mouth, and the same eyebrows. Jaime's hair was exactly the same as Harry's, and it also stood up at the back of his head. His hands were practically Harry's hands.
Harry could also see that if Jaime stood up, their heights would not be more than an inch apart.
"This is my father!" Harry looked at him.
Jaime yawned and ran his hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled than before.
Then, he glanced at Professor Flitwick, turned around in his seat, and grinned at the boy in the fourth seat behind him.
Another wave of excitement washed over Harry. He saw Sirius give Jaime a thumbs up.
Sirius leaned lazily on the chair, looking very comfortable. His body leaned back, and only the legs of the chair touched the ground.
He was very handsome, and his black hair fell in front of his eyes, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance.
Whether it was Jaime's hair or Harry's, it had never been this elegant.
Sirius had an aura that Harry had only seen on Elwyn before, but Sirius was clearly stronger.
A girl sitting behind Sirius was looking at him expectantly, but he didn't seem to notice.
Like this girl, there were several other girls who kept looking at Sirius.
He was really popular with girls. After all, they were still in the middle of an examination …
In the row where the girl was, two seats away, Harry was so happy that his stomach squirmed again. It was Lupin.
He looked rather pale, haggard, and malnourished. He was engrossed in the examination: he reread his answers, scratched his chin with the tip of his quill, and frowned slightly.
It seemed that Wormtail must be somewhere nearby.
Sure enough, Harry spotted him in a moment: the short, sharp-nosed boy with gray hair.
Wormtail looked a little anxious. He bit his fingernails and looked down at his test paper.
He rubbed his toes on the ground, and from time to time, he glanced hopefully at the test paper of the student at the next table.
Harry stared at Wormtail for a while, then turned his eyes to Jaime.
He was now scribbling on a small piece of parchment. He had already drawn a Golden Snitch.
He was now tracing the letters "L.E.". What did they mean?
"Please stop!" Professor Flitwick screamed, waving his wand. "And you, Stefan Binns! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! Test papers! "
More than a hundred rolls of parchment flew into the air, into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, and knocked him to the ground.
Some people laughed, and the auditorium was filled with laughter.
Several of the students at the front tables got up, took hold of Professor Flitwick's arms, and helped him to his feet.
"Thank you, thank you!" Professor Flitwick gasped. "Very well, everyone, you may go!"
Harry looked down at his father, who hurriedly scribbled out the two letters "L.E." that he had been working on. He jumped up, stuffed the quill and the test papers into his schoolbag, slung the bag over his shoulder, and stood waiting for Sirius to join him.
Snape was not far away. He walked between two rows of tables toward the door leading to the hall, still staring at his test paper. His back was arched, his shoulders were bent, his movements were stiff, his gait was reminiscent of a spider, and his greasy hair was bouncing around his face.
A group of chattering girls separated Snape from Jaime, Sirius, and Lupin. Harry placed himself between them, trying to keep Snape out of his sight, and at the same time pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation between Jaime and his friends.
"Did you like Question Ten, Moon-Face?" Sirius asked as they entered the hall.
"Absolutely!" Lupin said briskly. "Give me five signs that identify a werewolf. It's a good question."
"Do you think you can give me all the signs?" Jaime said, feigning concern.
"I think so," said Lupin solemnly, as the people, who were crowding at the front door and anxious to get out into the sunshine, joined the throng. "In the first place, he was sitting in my seat. Second: He's wearing my clothes. Third: His name is Remus Lupin. "
There was a burst of laughter. Only Wormtail did not laugh.
"I wrote down the shape of the mouth and nose, the pupils of the eyes, and the hairy tail," he said anxiously. "But I can't think of anything else …"
"Why are you so stupid, Wormtail?" Jaime said impatiently. "You run around with a werewolf once a month, and even the werewolf …"
"Jaime, keep your voice down," Lupin pleaded.
This was the daily routine between his father and the Quartet. It was the past.
Harry looked back worriedly. Snape was still not far away, still engrossed in his exam questions. This was Snape's memory. Harry was sure that if Snape decided to wander off in another direction as soon as they got out into the field, he would not be able to follow Jaime anymore.
However, to his great relief, when Jaime and his three friends strode across the grass and down the slope towards the lake, Snape, who was still studying his exam, followed them, apparently unsure of where he was going.
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