Harry took the last few steps towards the Pensieve, standing on the edge and looking down at its floor.

Harry hesitated, listened, and drew his wand.

The office and the corridors outside were very quiet, as if there was no one in the entire basement of Hogwarts.

Harry poked lightly at the contents of the Pensieve with the tip of his wand.

The silver object in the basin began to spin rapidly.

Harry bent over it and saw it become transparent.

He seemed to be looking into a room through a circular skylight.

This was the second time...if he was right, he was actually looking down at the auditorium.

His breathing fogged the surface of Snape's mind...he felt he was caught between a rock and a hard place...he wanted to do it, but it was too irrational...he trembled...Snape could come back any moment...

He took a deep breath and buried his cheek in Snape's thoughts.

The floor of the dark and damp office immediately tipped over, causing Harry to fall headfirst into the Pensieve...

He spun and fell fast in the icy darkness, and—

He stood in the middle of the auditorium, but the four college tables were gone, replaced by more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction, and a student was sitting at each table with his head bowed on a roll of parchment Write in a hurry.

All Harry could hear was the clicking of quills, and the occasional rustle of someone adjusting their own parchment, apparently for an exam.

The sun shone through the tall windows on the lowered heads, and in the bright light they shone taupe and reddish-brown and gold.

Harry looked around carefully, Snape must be here somewhere...after all...this was his memory...

There! Where is he!

Just behind Harry at a table.

Harry watched him condescendingly—

The teenage Snape looked muscular and pale, like a plant growing in the dark.

His long, greasy hair hung down the desk, and his aquiline nose barely half an inch from the parchment as he wrote hastily.

Harry walked around behind Snape and looked at the title on the test paper: Defense Against the Dark Arts - Ordinary Wizarding Level.

So Snape must have been fifteen or sixteen, about the same age as Harry was now.

His hand moved rapidly from side to side across the parchment; he wrote at least a foot longer than those closest to him, and his handwriting was small and dense.

"Five minutes!"

A sharp voice crossed the silent examination room.

The sound startled Harry.

He turned quickly, and saw Professor Flitwick's head moving among the tables not far away.

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

Harry moved very fast, and if he had any real shape, he would have knocked several tables flying.

However, he seemed to be gliding, like traveling in a dream, he crossed two aisles, and slid forward along the third aisle.

The back of the dark-haired boy's head was getting closer and closer, and... he straightened up now, put down the quill, and pulled the roll of parchment towards him, so he could reread the answer he had written...

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, and the same eyebrows; 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.

James yawned heavily, ruffled his hair, making it even messier than before, then glanced at Professor Flitwick, then turned in his seat to look at the fourth man behind him. The boy in the seat grinned.

Another wave of extreme excitement hit Harry, and he saw Sirius give James a thumbs up, and then Sirius lolled back in his chair, looking very comfortable, his body leaning back, only using the The two legs of the chair were on the ground. Sirius was very handsome when he was young, with black hair hanging in front of his eyes, which inadvertently brought out a bit of elegance, whether it was James' hair or Harry's hair, but it had never been so elegant.

A girl sitting behind Sirius was looking at him expectantly, but he didn't seem to notice that in the row where the girl was, there were two seats across—

Harry was so happy that his stomach squirmed again—

It was Remus Lupine, looking rather pale and haggard whether it was the approaching full moon, engrossed in his exams, rereading his answers, scratching with the end of his quill. Chin down, frowning slightly.

So Wormtail must be somewhere nearby...

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

Wormtail seemed a little anxious. He was biting his fingernails, staring down at his test paper, and rubbing his toes on the ground. He also glanced hopefully at the test papers of the students at the next table from time to time.

Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his gaze back to James, who was now scribbling on a small piece of parchment. He has already drawn a golden snitch, and now he is drawing the two letters "." What do they mean?

"Stop writing, please!" shrieked Professor Flitwick, "and you too, Stebbins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchments! Here come the test 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 wantonly. Several students sitting at the front table got up and took Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.

"Uh... thanks, thank you... thank you." Professor Flitwick said out of breath, "Okay, good, students, you can leave now!"

Harry looked down at his father. He hastily erased the two letters "." Waiting for Sirius to come and join him.

Harry looked around and caught a glimpse of Snape not far away, walking between two rows of desks towards the door to the foyer, still engrossed in his examination paper.

He arched his shoulders ~lightnovelpub.net~ his movements were stiff, his gait reminded of a spider, and his greasy hair danced 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.

"Oh, my God, I like it so much." Lupine said lightheartedly. "It's a good question to list five signs that identify werewolves."

"Then do you think you can name all the symptoms?" James asked in a worried tone.

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