[HP] This deer is not a deer

He saw the corridor again—and this time, he opened the door wide.

Snape was even angrier, and furious.

Harry closed his eyes, waiting for Snape's scolding, when suddenly a loud cry came from the hall and their argument was interrupted.

All this pushed the conflict between Harry and Snape aside temporarily. When they arrived, in the bright hall, Umbridge threw Professor Trelawney's luggage all over the floor, especially Lylauney was crying at the top of her lungs.

She wants to drive away Trelawney, who can only play tricks.

Harry followed behind Snape, staring at them. Soon, Dumbledore appeared. He said coldly, "No, I won't drive Sybil away. You should leave."

Umbridge stared her savage eyes wide, and said savagely in her horribly sweet voice, "I'm the High Prosecutor from the Ministry of Magic!"

"I really want to do this." Dumbledore was cold and serious, which made Umbridge's face turn red, as if she had been slapped on the spot, and she was forced to leave under the mocking eyes of everyone. After leaving Hogwarts, before leaving, she cursed Dumbledore viciously, and clamored to make Dumbledore look good.

Dumbledore was calm and didn't even pay attention.

It happened suddenly and subsided quickly, but the accident made the evening's cram school impossible, and Snape let him go back to Gryffindor Tower.The whole school was talking about Umbridge being kicked out.

The next day, an order arrived at Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic ordered Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) to succeed Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Dumbledore has been fired!

Hogwarts fell into a turmoil in the hearts of the people, and things happened one after another-DA was exposed.

One of them turned out to be a traitor, and the bad news made Harry so angry that they almost exposed them, and the girl who almost exposed them, was restrained at the last moment, and she failed to tell the truth.

DA's activities are therefore completely terminated.

Dumbledore kept them and was forced to leave.

Umbridge returned triumphantly. Although she still failed in the DA matter, the final result was that she won.Life at Hogwarts went on, but without Dumbledore, they were more governed.

But... the evening potion tutoring will continue, and it will not be canceled because of Dumbledore's departure.

Harry still had to deal with Snape, which made Harry even more worried. If Snape found out that he was still sneaking into the Department of Mysteries in his sleep... I don't know what he would say.

Harry hadn't practiced Occlumency once since Dumbledore had left.He was sure he couldn't clear his mind even if he wanted to.He wasn't sure Snape would accept that excuse, though.

On this day, he wanted to sharpen his gun and practice in class, but it was useless.

Whenever Harry was silent and wanted to get rid of all his thoughts and thoughts, Hermione would always ask him what was wrong, and the teacher was asking questions like a barrage in the review class. After all, this kind of time is not the best time to clear his mind. best moment.

Gryffindor had already lost at least a hundred points to the annoying investigation team at Hogwarts, made up of just a few Slytherins.

Ron was so pissed off that they were made difficult again as they passed the hallway before class, and he punched Malfoy on the nose, for which Gryffindor was fined another fifty points. In the lounge, Harry could imagine, they could see the jeweled hourglass again empty.

"I can't believe it! Someone gave students the authority to deduct points!" Hermione said aggrievedly.

Harry rubbed his nose. He seemed to have a bit of a cold recently, sneezing constantly, and his bones seemed to be creaking. Maybe he was under a little stress.A fire dragon burst into their classroom and flew around, making a loud bang and spewing flames, and Harry sneezed, which was a 'gift' given by the Weasley twins to get revenge on Umbridge for taking charge of Hogwarts '.

Nobody likes that pink toad, except Slytherin.

So, these lovely pyrotechnic bombs that could blow Hogwarts over at any moment, were the elaborate welcome gift for Umbridge, Harry remembered seeing Umbridge screaming into the hallway on the first floor before he came , don't make a mess there already.

The school bell rang and they headed for Gryffindor Tower with their schoolbags when Harry saw, with great satisfaction, a disheveled, smoke-stained Umbridge stumbling along, his face bruised. Khan walked out of Professor Flitwick's classroom.

Harry sneezed again, and he felt dizzy...and always felt like he forgot something?He shook his head, trying to stay awake.

At dinner, Hermione said happily, "These fireworks are amazing."

"Thanks," said George, looking both surprised and delighted, "that's the Weasley whooping fireworks. Except, we've used up our stock; now we're going to have to start all over again."

"But it's worth it," said Fred, who was taking orders from rowdy Gryffindor students. "If you want to have your name on the order, Hermione, you can pay five surcharges." Long buys a simple flame box, and pays twenty Galleons for a deluxe deflagration.”

Harry sneezed again now, rubbing his slightly dizzy head as a Weasley rocket with a silver tail flew past the window.

"You're not sick, are you?" Ron turned to look at Harry.

"Maybe..." Harry mumbled.

"You should ask Mrs. Poppy for some cold medicine."

Harry nodded. After dinner, Harry really went to the school hospital. Mrs. Poppy checked him, but she didn't find anything wrong with him, which disappointed Harry a bit. He thought he could Lying in the school hospital to escape tonight's make-up class.

Mrs. Poppy just gave him a bottle of cold medicine and let him go.Harry took the bottle of potion, looked at it again and again, and finally squeezed his nose and swallowed it in one breath. He hiccupped, shook his suddenly sober mind, and set off for Snape with a resigned mood. office.

He met Cho Chang on the way. She looked uneasy and tried to explain to him guiltyly, "...Harry, I never dreamed that Marietta would inform. She just made a mistake—"

"A lovely person made a mistake? She betrayed us all, including you!" Harry had a headache, and couldn't understand her statement.

"But Hermione shouldn't have done that! She was such a bad idea, she should have told us—"

Harry couldn't understand Cho Chang, he didn't think Hermione's curse on the contract was wrong at all, he responded coldly, "I think Hermione is right."

"Oh, yes, I forgot—" Cho Chang was suddenly unreasonable, she said angrily, "Of course, it was dear Hermione's idea—" She turned around abruptly, and walked away with her head held high .

Ignoring these horrible things, Harry also shook his head and left, walking down the steps leading to Snape's dungeon. He has always liked Cho Chang, if not... Harry shook his head, Cho Chang liked it As for Cedric, Cedric was sent to St. Mungo's unconscious though... Harry suppressed the low thoughts that were floating around and channeled his energy into the right track.

But even if he told himself a hundred times, he would always repeat the things that shouldn't be recalled.He wanted to control his temper. If he continued to be angry, it would be easier for Snape to see through his thoughts, but Harry couldn't think about anything until he reached Snape's door.And his head was even more dizzy.

"You're late, Potter," Snape said icily as Harry closed the door behind him.

Snape, standing with his back to Harry, was, as usual, drawing some of his thoughts out and placing them carefully in Dumbledore's Pensieve.He added the last wisp of silvery substance to the stone basin and turned to face Harry.

"Take out your wand. Potter."

Harry looked carefully at one leg of Snape's table, and moved to his old position, facing Snape across the table.

"Then count to three," said Snape slowly, "one, two—"

The door of Snape's office slammed open, "Professor Snape, sir - oh - sorry -" Draco Malfoy rushed in suddenly, he saw Snape and Harry, and immediately Shut up, looked at Snape and then at Harry, looking weird.

"It's all right, Draco," Snape said, hanging his wand. "Potter is taking some potions lessons. Draco, what's the matter?"

"It's Professor Umbridge, sir—she needs your help," Malfoy said hastily. "They found Montague, sir, stuck in a toilet on the fifth floor."

"Potter," Snape said, turning his head, "we'll resume this lesson tomorrow night." He turned and left the office.

Malfoy mouthed behind Snape's back, taunted Harry silently, "Tutor Potions?" and followed.

Harry stared viciously at the back of Malfoy's head, put his wand back in his robes angrily, and immediately wanted to leave the room.

He left his original position and walked towards the door, Harry took only a few steps, dizziness made his steps more and more floating, Harry closed his eyes, he stood on the edge of the door frame, a trembling spot of light was on the door frame jump.He squinted dizzily and stood looking at it.

Harry shook his head, and he realized that he was really dizzy, not because he was so angry... Harry blinked his blurry eyes hard, his mind was tense, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

He turned and looked towards the light, the spot of light on the door was coming from the Pensieve on Snape's desk.Harry suddenly didn't want to go anymore, and he took the last few steps towards the Pensieve, standing on the edge of the Pensieve, looking down at its floor.

He stared at the stone basin for a few seconds, his vision blurred because of his foggy mind, and Harry hesitated, then drew his wand.

The office and the corridors outside are very quiet.He 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.

He was peeking at Snape's memory, Harry was a little guilty, but he was still full of anger, and the accumulated resentment made Harry insist on continuing to do it as soon as he thought of Snape.

—Maybe he wanted revenge, but he didn't know why he did it? ?

—Harry was standing in the middle of the Great Hall, but the four house tables were missing.

Instead, there are more than 100 small tables facing the same direction, and at each table sits a student, head down, writing hurriedly on a roll of parchment.The only sound was the clicking of quills, and the occasional rustle of someone adjusting their own parchment.This is clearly a test.

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

There he was, at a table behind Harry, a teenage Snape looking muscular but 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.

Snape was only 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.

"5 minutes left!"

The top of Professor Flitwick's head was moving between the tables not far away.Professor Flitwick walked past a boy with shaggy black hair, whose back of the head was getting closer and closer. He straightened up now, put down his quill, and pulled the roll of parchment towards him. , so re-read the answer I wrote down.

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

James has beige eyes, a slightly longer nose than Harry, and no scar on his forehead, but they both have the same thin face, the same mouth, the same eyebrows; James' hair is exactly the same as Harry's , also propped up at the back of his head, and his hands were almost Harry's.Harry could also see that if James stood up, they wouldn't be more than an inch apart in height.

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.

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, which inadvertently brought out a kind of elegance, whether it was James' hair or Harry's hair, but it had never been this elegant.

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

In the same row as the girl, two seats away—was Remus Lupin.He looked rather pale and haggard, absorbed in the exam: he reread his answers, scratched his chin with the end of his quill, and frowned slightly.

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 had already drawn a Snitch and was now tracing the letters "LE."