Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Harry took the last few steps toward the pensieve and stood on the edge of the basin, looking down at the bottom.

Harry hesitated, listened, and then pulled out his wand.

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

Harry gently poked the substance in the pensieve with the tip of his wand.

The silver object in the basin began to spin rapidly.

Harry leaned over it and saw that it had become transparent.

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

This is already the second time... If his judgment is not wrong, then he is actually looking down at the auditorium.

His breath fogged the surface of Snape's thoughts... He felt that he was in a dilemma... He really wanted to do this, but it was too irrational... He trembled... Snape could come back at any time...

…

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

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

He quickly spun downwards in the icy darkness, and then——

He stood in the center of the auditorium, but the four college tables were gone. Instead, there were more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction. At each table, there was a student sitting with his head lowered on a roll of parchment.

Write in a hurry.

Harry could only hear the clicking of quills, and occasionally the rustling of someone adjusting their parchment, obviously conducting an exam.

The sunlight passed through the tall windows and shone on the lowered heads. In the bright light, those heads reflected gray-brown, reddish-brown and golden luster.

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

There! There he is!

Just behind Harry at a table.

Harry looked at him condescendingly——

As a teenager, Snape looked strong but pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark.

His long, greasy hair hung down on the table, and as he wrote hurriedly, his aquiline nose was barely half an inch from the parchment.

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 be fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Harry now.

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

"Five minutes left!"

A sharp voice cut through the silent examination room.

The sound startled Harry.

He quickly turned around and saw Professor Flitwick's head moving between tables not far away.

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

Harry moved so fast that if he had a real body, he would knock over several tables.

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

The back of the black-haired boy's head was getting closer and closer, and... He now straightened his body, put down his quill, and pulled the parchment towards him so that he could re-read the answer he had written...

Harry stopped in front of the table and stared down at his fifteen-year-old father.

There was a burst of excitement in his heart: it was as if he was looking at himself who was a little out of shape.

James' eyes are light brown, his nose is slightly longer than Harry's, and there is no scar on his forehead, but they both have the same thin face, the same mouth, and the same eyebrows; James's hair is exactly the same as Harry's

, also propped up behind his head, his hands were almost like Harry's hands. Harry could also see that if James stood up, the height difference between them would not be more than an inch.

James yawned loudly and rubbed his hair, making it even messier than before. Then, he glanced at Professor Flitwick, then turned around in his seat and looked towards the fourth person behind him.

The boy in the seat grinned.

Another wave of extremely excited feeling hit Harry. He saw Sirius giving James a thumbs up, and then Sirius lazily leaned on the chair, looking very comfortable, leaning back, just

The two legs of the chair were on the ground. When he was young, Sirius was very handsome. His black hair hung in front of his eyes, inadvertently giving off a certain elegance. Whether it was James' hair or Harry's hair, it had never been this 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 sitting, there were two seats apart -

Harry was so happy that his stomach lurched again——

It was Remus Lupin. I don't know if it was because the full moon was approaching. He looked quite pale and haggard. He was concentrating on the exam. He reread his answers and scratched with the tip of his quill.

He lifted his chin and frowned slightly.

It seems that Wormtail must be somewhere nearby...

Sure enough, Harry spotted him in a moment: the short, pointed-nosed boy with mouse-grey hair.

Wormtail looked a little anxious. He chewed on his fingernails, stared down at his own test paper, and rubbed his toes on the ground. From time to time, he glanced hopefully at the test papers of the students at the next table.

Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his gaze to James, who was now scribbling on a small piece of parchment. He had already drawn a Golden Snitch and was now tracing "l.

"e." What do these two letters mean?

"Please stop writing!" Professor Flitwick squeaked. "And you too, Stebbins! Please stay seated while I put away the parchment! The papers are coming!"

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

Some people laughed wildly. A few students sitting at the front row of tables stood up and held Professor Flitwick's arms, helping him up.

"Uh... thank you, thank you... thank you." Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Okay, very good, classmates, you can leave!"

Harry lowered his head and looked at his father. He hurriedly erased the two letters "l.e." he had been modifying just now, jumped up, stuffed the quill and test paper into his schoolbag, and threw the schoolbag over his shoulder.

Standing there waiting for Sirius to come and join him.

Harry looked around and caught a glimpse of Snape not far away. He was walking between two rows of desks towards the door leading to the foyer, still staring at his exam paper intently.

His shoulders were arched, his movements were stiff, his twitchy pace was reminiscent of a spider, and his greasy hair was beating around his face.

A group of chattering girls separated Snape from James, Sirius and Lupin. Harry placed himself between them, trying not to let Snape out of his sight, and at the same time he listened to James with his ears open.

Conversations with his friends.

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

"Oh, my God, I like it so much." Lupine said happily, "Listing five signs of identifying a werewolf is really a good topic."

"Then do you think you can cite all the signs?" James asked, pretending to be worried.

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