Harry looked at his mother and held his breath.
His father, Jaime, was also holding his breath.
"How are you, Evans?" Jaime said, his tone suddenly friendly, deeper and more mature.
"Let him go," Lily repeated.
She looked at Jaime with an expression of extreme disgust.
"What did he do to you?"
"Well!" Jaime said, scratching his hair even more messily, as if he was thinking carefully. "Actually, it's mainly because of his existence, if you understand what I mean?"
Many onlookers laughed loudly, and so did Sirius and Wormtail.
However, Lu Hu, who seemed to be focused on his book, did not laugh, and neither did Lily.
Harry did not laugh either. He felt that his father's performance was terrible!
He attacked Snape just because of his existence …
"You think you're funny!" Lily said coldly, "But in fact, you're just an arrogant, rude, and bully the weak. Potter, let him go."
"If you go out with me, I'll let him go, Evans," Jaime said immediately. "What do you think? If you go out with me, I'll never touch a hair on the old snot with my wand again. "
Behind him, the effect of the barrier spell was gradually weakening.
Snape began to slowly move towards his lost wand. He vomited soapy water as he crawled.
"Don't even think about it. Even if I have to choose between you and the giant squid, I won't go out with you," Lily said.
"Haha, you're out of luck, pointy fork." Sirius said cheerfully, and turned towards Snape. "Ouch!"
But it was too late. Snape had already aimed his wand straight at Jaime. There was a silver flash.
A deep wound appeared on one side of Jaime's cheek, and blood splashed onto his robe.
Jaime suddenly turned around, his speed astonishing.
After the second flash, Snape was hanging upside down in the air. His robe hung over his head, revealing his skinny, pale legs and a pair of underwear that was originally white but was almost black.
In the small crowd around him, many people were cheering.
Sirius, Jaime, and Wormtail burst into laughter.
In that instant, Lily's angry expression fluctuated, as though she was about to smile, but she immediately said, "Put him down!"
"Of course," said Jaime, and he raised his wand.
Snape fell to the ground and curled into a ball. He tore open his robe, stood up, and raised his wand.
However, Sirius immediately said, "Petrify them all!"
Snape fell to the ground on his back again, stiff as a board.
"I said, let him go!" shouted Lily.
Now, she pulled out her wand. Jaime and Sirius watched it carefully.
"Hey, Evans, don't force me to cast a curse on you," said Jaime sternly. "You know I don't want to."
"Then remove the curse for him!"
Jaime sighed deeply, then turned to face Snape and whispered the curse.
"Go!" He said as Snape struggled to stand up, "You're lucky Evans is here, snot!"
"I don't need help from a stinky little mud-spawn!" said Snape viciously.
Lily was slightly stunned and blinked.
"Very well, if that's your answer," she said coldly. She said coldly, "I won't worry about this anymore. Also, if I were you, I'd wash my underwear, snot."
"Apologize to Evans!" shouted Jaime at Snape, his wand pointing threateningly at Snape.
"I don't need you to force him to apologize," shouted Lily, turning to Jaime. "You're as annoying as he is. No, you're more annoying than he is!"
"What?" shouted Jaime. "I never said you were a... You know what you are!"
"You think it's cool to look like you just got off your broomstick, so you mess up your hair, show off that silly Snitch, and cast spells on whoever annoys you in the hallway, just because you can! I'm surprised your broomstick can leave the ground with that big head on it. Yes, you disgust me. "
She turned abruptly and ran away as fast as she could.
"Evans!" shouted Jaime behind her. "Hey, Evans!"
But she didn't look back. She quickened her pace.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Jaime.
He tried to say the question carelessly, as if it didn't matter to him, but he failed.
"From what she said, all I can say is that she thinks you're a bit arrogant, man," said Sirius.
"That's right!" said Jaime. He looked really angry now. "That's right!"
There was another flash, and Snape, who had just gotten up, was again hanging upside down in the air.
"Who wants to see me take Snot's underwear off?"
But Harry would never know if Jaime had really taken off Snape's underwear.
A hand gripped his upper arm, so tight that it felt like a vise clamping down on it.
Harry flinched, turned his head to see who had grabbed him, and trembled with fear.
A grown-up Snape was standing beside him, his face white with anger.
"Did you have fun?"
Harry felt himself rising into the air, and the summer scene around him disappeared.
He floated upward in the cold darkness, Snape's hand still gripping his upper arm.
Then, with a feeling of a rapid dive, as if he had somersaulted in the air, his feet hit the stone floor of Snape's underground classroom. He was once again standing next to the meditation basin on Snape's desk, in the dark study of the potions teacher in reality.
"So!" Snape said, his voice trembling with anger. He gripped Harry's arm so hard that Harry felt his hand go numb. "So, happy, Potter? Isn't that right? Did you see this? "
"No, not at all," Harry said, struggling to free his arm. He was not happy at all.
Snape looked too scary. His lips were trembling, his face was pale, and his teeth were bared.
"Your father was an interesting man, wasn't he?" Snape said, shaking Harry hard.
Because of the strength, Harry's glasses slipped off his nose.
"No, not at all …"
Snape used all his strength to push Harry away, and Harry fell heavily on the floor of the underground classroom.
"Enough, I forbid you to tell anyone what you saw!" Snape roared.
"I won't," Harry said as he stood up, trying to stay as far away from Snape as possible. "I won't, of course I …"
"Get out, get out, I don't want to see you in this office ever again!"
As Harry rushed toward the door, a jar containing a dead cockroach exploded on top of his head.
He forced the door open and sprinted down the corridor, stopping only when he was three floors away from Snape.
He panted and leaned against the wall, rubbing his bruised arm.
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