Chapter 1104 Past Events and Daily Life

Why did Snape hide this memory of the ordinary wizarding level examination?

Harry's doubts grew stronger and stronger. He looked around with an inexplicable premonition and longing deep in his heart. .

Snape was in the same grade as his father, and if this was the scene of the Ordinary Wizarding Orders that year...

"Five minutes!" The voice startled Harry.

He turned around and saw that the top of Professor Flitwick's head was moving among the tables not far away.

Professor Flitwick walked past a boy with shaggy black hair, very messy.

Harry's heart was beating hard, and he was moving so fast that if he had any real shape, he would have knocked several tables away.

Yet he seemed to be gliding, as in a dream, across two aisles and down the third aisle.

The back of the dark-haired boy's head was getting closer and closer, and he was now straightening up, putting down the quill, and pulling the roll of parchment toward him so he could reread his written answer.

Harry stopped at this table, looking down at his fifteen-year-old father.

There was a burst of excitement in his heart: it was like looking at a slightly out-of-shape self.

James' eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than Harry's, and he didn't have a scar on his forehead, but they both had the same thin face, the same mouth, the same eyebrows, and James' hair was exactly the same as Harry's , also protruding from the back of his head, his hands were literally Harry's hands.

Harry could also see that if James was standing up, the difference in height between the two of them would not be more than an inch.

"This is my dad!" Harry looked at him.

James yawned and ruffled his hair, making it even messier than before.

He then glanced at Professor Flitwick before turning around in his seat and grinning at the boy in the fourth seat behind him.

Another wave of excitement hit Harry, and he saw Sirius give James the thumbs up.

Sirius lolled back in the chair, looking very comfortable, his body leaning back, resting on only the chair's legs.

He was very handsome, with black hair hanging in front of his eyes, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance.

Neither James' hair nor Harry's had ever been this elegant.

Sirius has an aura that Harry has only seen on Ivan before, but Sirius is obviously stronger.

A girl sitting behind Sirius was watching him expectantly, but he didn't seem to notice.

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

He is really popular with girls, you know, he is taking an exam now...

In the same row as the girl, two seats away, Harry felt another twitch of joy in his stomach, it was Lupine.

He looked rather pale, haggard, malnourished, absorbed in the exam: he reread his answers, scratched his chin with the end of his quill, and frowned slightly.

It seemed that Wormtail must be somewhere nearby, too.

Sure enough, Harry spotted him in an instant: the small, pointed-nosed boy with mouse-gray hair.

Wormtail looked a little anxious. He was biting his fingernails and staring down at his test paper.

He rubbed his toes back and forth on the ground, and from time to time glanced hopefully at the test papers of the students at the next table.

Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his gaze back to James.

Now he was scribbling on a little piece of parchment, and he had drawn a Snitch.

Now, he is drawing the two letters "l.e." What do they mean?

"Stop writing, please!" shrieked Professor Flitwick, waving his wand, "and you, Stebbins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! Here come the papers! "

More than a hundred rolls of parchment flew into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him to the ground.

Some people laughed, and the auditorium was filled with laughter.

Several students sitting at the front table got up and took Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.

"Thank you, thank you!" Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Very well, everyone, you can go!"

Harry looked down at his father, who hastily scratched out the two letters "l.e." he had been embellishing just now, jumped up, stuffed the quill and the test paper into the bag, threw the bag over his shoulder, and stood there waiting. and Sirius came to join him.

Snape was not far away, and he was walking between two rows of desks towards the door leading to the foyer, still concentrating on his paper, arched shoulders, stiff, cramp-like gait Reminiscent of a spider, with greasy hair dancing around his face.

A group of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius, and Lupine, and Harry inserted himself between them, trying to keep Snape out of his sight, while listening to James. Conversations with his friends.

"Do you like question ten, Moonface?" Sirius asked as they entered the foyer.

"I like it so much!" Lupine said briskly. "It's a good question to name five signs that identify werewolves."

"Do you think you can name all the symptoms?" James said in a tone of mock concern.

"I think so," said Lupine solemnly, as the crowd at the front door, anxious to get out onto the sunlit grounds, joined the crowd, "First: he sat in my Seat. Second: He's wearing my clothes. Third: His name is Remus Lupin."

Hahaha, there was a burst of laughter, only Wormtail didn't laugh.

"I wrote the shape of the muzzle, 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?" James said impatiently. "You run around with a werewolf once a month, and you don't even

"Keep your voice down, James," begged Lupine.

This is the daily life among his father's foursome, what used to be.

Harry looked back anxiously, and Snape was still not far away, still buried in his exam questions. It was Snape's memory, and Harry was sure that if Snape had decided to stroll in another direction once he was out on the grounds, he wouldn't have been able to follow James any further.

However, to his great relief, when James and his three friends strode across the grass and walked down the slope towards the lake, Snape, who was still studying the test papers, followed. Determine where you are going.

Harry kept a short distance in front of Snape, trying to keep a close eye on James and the others. Browse and read the address: