Just this one?!" Snape said suspiciously, the cold black eyes sewed. "Maybe you like these illusions and strange dreams, Potter, maybe they make you feel very special, um, it's important?" "
"No." Harry bit his teeth, his fingers clutching the handle of the wand.
"That's good, Potter!" Snape said coldly. "Because you are neither special nor important, you don't have to figure out what the Dark Lord did."
"Yes, that's your job, isn't it?" Harry muttered to him.
He didn't want to say this, it was out of the air, and for a long time they stared at each other.
undefinedHarry thought he was too hot, but Snape's face showed a strange, almost satisfying expression.
"Yes, Potter!" His eyes flashed brightly. "That's my job, now, are you ready, let's come again."
He raised his wand and a flash of light.
Harry became the horrible statue of the evil spirit, surrounded by dead bodies and flesh, his face twisted and twisted.
He saw that Carresis was shot and flew out. He wanted to eat each other, but he also saw Snape standing in front of him, staring at his face, and chanting in his mouth.
For some reason, Snape became clear, the dementors faded, and Harry raised his wand.
"Army body protection!"
Snape snorted and his wand flew up, away from Harry.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with strange memories.
A man with a hooked nose screamed at a cowering woman, a black-haired boy crying in the corner.
A greasy teenager sits alone in a dark bedroom and uses a wand to point at the ceiling to shoot flies.
A skinny boy wants to ride a broomstick, next to a girl laughing at him, the girl...
"enough!"
Harry felt a chest slammed and he stepped back a few steps.
He slammed into a shelf by the wall and something shattered.
Snape shivered slightly and his face was pale.
Harry's robes were wet behind, and he had just smashed a bottle, and a slimy thing inside it was spinning in the gradually flowing potion.
"Restoration is as good as ever!" Snape snorted, and the bottle was closed again. "Ah, Potter, this is a progress!"
Snape gasped slightly and placed himself in a meditation basin, as if the thoughts he had deposited before he checked in class were still absent.
"I don't remember calling you a manicure, but it is definitely effective!"
Harry didn't talk, and he felt that everything was dangerous.
He knew that he had just broken into Snape's memory and saw Snape's childhood.
He was very uncomfortable in his heart, thinking that the little boy who was watching the parents quarreling and crying was standing in front of him, with such strong hatred in his eyes, Snape's childhood did not look good, but in the last memory girl...
"Come on again, how?" Snape said, with a very provocative tone, "You can continue to use the Iron Mantra."
Harry felt a horror: he guessed he had to pay for the things he had just done.
The two stood up across the table, and Harry felt that it was much harder to empty the brain this time. He couldn't do it at all.
"I counted three!" Snape said, raising his wand again, "One, two..."
Harry hadn't had time to concentrate on emptying his brain, and Snape had already shouted, "God to take pictures!"
He flew to the Department of Mystery Affairs in the corridor, and the stone walls and torches passed over them.
The black door was getting bigger and bigger. He ran too fast, almost hitting it, and it was a few steps away.
He saw the faint blue light again, no longer closed, and the door suddenly opened!
He finally went in, a round room with black walls and black floors, and a candle burning with blue flames.
There are several doors around, he has to move on, which door should I take? !
"Potter!!!"
"I don't know what's going on." Harry said honestly, stood up, and took a bag on the back of his head. He felt a little fever. "I have never seen it before. I dreamt of the door, but it used to be Never opened it!"
This is a very important piece of information. He entered behind the door, meaning that Voldemort had gone in.
"You are not working hard!" I don't know why, Snape seems to be more angry than Harry saw his own memory two minutes ago. "You are lazy and sloppy, Potter, no wonder the Dark Lord..."
"Can you explain, Professor?" Harry fired again. "Why did you call Voldemort the Dark Lord, I only told him the Death Eater!"
Snape opened his mouth and roared, but there was a woman screaming outside, and the voice was louder than he was.
"What?" Snape looked up at the ceiling.
Harry heard that there was a noisy voice coming from the hall, and Snape frowned at him.
"When you came down, did you see any abnormalities, Potter?"
Harry shook his head and the woman above screamed again.
Snape walked to the door with his wand and went out.
Harry hesitated for a while and followed.
The screams came from the hall, and Harry rang louder as he ran to the steps leading to the underground classroom.
Going to the top, he found the hall full of people.
The students who had dinner all came out of the auditorium, and many people crowded the marble stairs.
Harry squeezed through a group of tall Slytherin students and saw the onlookers become a big circle.
Some people are shocked, some even look scared, while others keep tearing their eyes.
He also saw Professor McGonagall, who seemed to feel quite uncomfortable with this scene.
Then, he saw that Evan, Hermione, Ron, Elaine, Colin, and Ginny stood opposite each other, and he hurriedly squeezed over.
"What happened?" he asked quickly.
"It's Professor Trelawney!" said Hermione, with shock and sorrow in her voice. "When I was eating dinner, the woman announced that she was fired in front of everyone in the school!"
At this moment, Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, holding a wand in one hand and an empty bottle in one hand.
She looked completely mad, her hair was scattered, her glasses were smashed, and one eye was magnified much more than the other.
Her countless scarves and shawls hang down in a mess, making her feel like she was tattered.
There were two big boxes next to her, one standing upside down, as if it had been thrown from the stairs.
"No!" she screamed. "No! This can't happen! Impossible! I refuse to accept!"
"You didn't expect it to be like this?" said a pointed little girl. It seemed to be very funny. "Although you can't predict the weather tomorrow, you should always realize that you are doing badly during my class. And no improvement after that will inevitably lead to your dismissal?"
"You, you can't!" cried Professor Trelawney, tears pouring from behind the big lens. "You, you can't fire me! I am here, I have been here for 16 years! Huo, Hogwarts is Me, my home!"