Chapter 1048 The Expelled Professor Trelawney

"Just this one?!" said Snape suspiciously, his hard black eyes narrowed, "maybe you like having these hallucinations and weird dreams, Potter, maybe they make you feel special, um, important? "

"No." Harry gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping the handle of his wand tightly.

"That's good, Potter!" said Snape coldly, "because you are neither special nor important, and you don't need to find out what the Dark Lord has done."

"Yeah, that's your job, isn't it?" Harry snapped at him.

He didn't mean to say that, he blurted it out angrily, and they stared at each other for a long time.

Harry thought he had gone too far, but Snape had a strange, almost satisfied look on his face.

"Yes, Potter!" His eyes sparkled. "That's my job. Now, are you ready? Here we go."

He raised his wand, and a ray of light flashed.

Harry had turned into that ghastly fiend, surrounded by flesh and blood, his face contorted with tension.

He saw Keresis being knocked out and trying to eat him, but at the same time he saw Snape standing in front of him, staring into his face, muttering something.

For some reason, Snape came into focus, the dementors faded, and Harry raised his wand.

"Armor protection!"

Snape staggered, his wand flying upwards, away from Harry.

Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with strange memories.

A hook-nosed man yelled at a cowering woman, and a small dark-haired boy wept in a corner.

A greasy-haired teenager sits alone in a dark bedroom, shooting flies with his wand at the ceiling.

A skinny boy was trying to ride a jumping broom, and a girl next to him was laughing at him, and that girl...

"enough!"

Harry felt a jerk in his chest, and he staggered back a few steps.

He hit a shelf against the wall and something shattered with a snap.

Snape was trembling slightly, his face pale.

The back of Harry's robes was wet; he had just smashed a bottle, and a slimy thing inside was swirling in the draining potion.

"Back to the original!" Snape hissed, closing the bottle again. "Ah, Potter, that's an improvement!"

Panting slightly, Snape straightened the Pensieve, as if checking to see if the thoughts he had deposited before class were still there.

"I don't recall telling you to use the Iron Armor Charm, but it certainly works!"

Harry didn't speak, he felt that saying anything was dangerous.

He knew that he just broke into Snape's memory and saw Snape's childhood.

He was very uncomfortable, thinking that the little boy who watched his parents quarreling and crying was standing in front of him at this moment, with such strong hatred in his eyes, Snape's childhood didn't look good, but the last memory of the girl……

"How about one more time?" said Snape, with a distinctly defiant tone. "You can keep using the Iron Armor Charm."

Harry felt a pang of fear: he guessed he was going to pay for what he had just done.

The two of them stood across the table, and Harry felt that it was much more difficult to clear his mind this time, that he couldn't do it at all.

"I count to three!" said Snape, raising his wand again. "One, two..."

Harry hadn't had time to concentrate on clearing his mind before Snape yelled, "Legiliency!"

He sprinted down the corridor toward the Department of Mysteries, past stone walls and torches.

The black door was getting bigger and bigger, and he ran so fast that he almost bumped into it, only a few steps away.

He saw that faint blue light again, and it was no longer closed, the door suddenly opened!

He entered at last, a round room with black walls and a black floor, candles burning with blue flames.

There are still several doors around, and he wants to move on, but which door should he go? !

"Potter!!!"

"I don't know what's going on," said Harry honestly, standing up with a lump on the back of his head, feeling a little feverish, "I've never seen that before, I dreamed about that door, but it was before It was never opened!"

This is very important information. He entered behind that door, which means that Voldemort has entered.

"You're not trying hard enough!" For some reason, Snape seemed angrier than when Harry saw the memory of himself two minutes ago, "You're lazy and sloppy, Potter, no wonder the Dark Lord..."

"Can you explain, Professor?" Harry became angry again, "Why do you call Voldemort the Dark Lord, I've only heard Death Eaters call him that!"

Snape opened his mouth to growl, but a woman outside screamed much louder than he did.

"What?" Snape looked up at the ceiling.

Harry heard what seemed to be uproarious noises coming from the hall, and Snape frowned at him.

"Did you see anything unusual when you came down, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, and the woman above screamed again.

Snape walked to the door, wand in hand, and stepped out.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The shouts did come from the hall, louder as Harry ran towards the steps leading to the dungeon.

Running to the top, he found the foyer full of people.

The students for dinner were all pouring out of the auditorium, and there were many crowding on the marble staircase.

Harry squeezed his way through a group of tall Slytherins and saw a large circle of onlookers.

Some people looked shocked, some even looked terrified, and some kept wiping their tears.

He also saw Professor McGonagall, who seemed uncomfortable with the scene before her.

Then, he saw Alvin, Hermione, Ron, Elaine, Colin, and Ginny standing opposite each other, and he hurriedly squeezed over.

"What happened?" he asked quickly.

"It's Professor Trelawney!" said Hermione, with unconcealable shock and sadness in her voice. "During dinner just now, that woman announced in front of the whole school that she was fired!"

At this very moment, Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, with a wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other.

She looked completely insane, with her hair loose and her glasses askew, making one eye much bigger than the other.

Her countless scarves and shawls were hung in a mess, giving the impression that she was in tatters.

Beside her were two large boxes, one of which was upside down as if thrown from a staircase.

"NO!" she screamed, "NO! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN! IMPOSSIBLE! I REFUSE!"

"You didn't expect this?" said a high-pitched girlish voice, seemingly amused, "Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always be aware of your poor performance in my class And the lack of improvement thereafter will inevitably lead to your dismissal?"

"You, you can't!" cried Professor Trelawney, tears streaming from behind the large glasses, "You, you can't fire me! I've been, I've been here sixteen years! Ho-Hogwarts is Me, my home!" Browse and read the address: