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There seemed to be dozens of doors in all directions in the darkness, each of which looked very similar, and it was even more difficult to tell his direction in the darkness.

What kind of place is this? ——Harry just had a confusion in his heart, and then he found that his hands and feet were moving in disbelief.

—he needs to find something—

There seemed to be a force thrusting such a purpose into his mind, but what did he need to look for?

That's what Harry thought, and then realized he was in a dream.

So now Voldemort has invaded his dreams and given him this memory to find something, so where is it?

Harry observed his dream carefully. After he realized that it was a dream, the whole picture seemed to be out of frame. It was still clear in the center of the line of sight, but a little further away was like running out of paint, and it gradually blurred like he didn't wear it. The world with glasses on.

Voldemort was too careless when creating this memory, maybe it was enough to deceive a 15-year-old child in his mind?

Harry started to secretly mobilize his magic to build a dam for his mind, but when the dam was halfway through, he stopped again-he already knew it was fake, and he had Occlumency, so Why didn't he follow this memory that was stuffed in to see what that madman was up to?

That's what Harry thought. He made sure his brain was protected and continued to sink into this dream, and he continued to walk in.

The urgency in my heart is like being pushed to the stage and forced to perform an impromptu performance that was prepared in advance but was not notified to him.

Harry opened the door, which was full of various mechanical gears, which were in constant motion.He closed the door and walked to the next one.

He kept opening and closing the doors, like a child unwrapping presents.None of this was what he wanted.However, the excitement in his heart became more and more obvious, as if he was about to catch the golden snitch that kept dangling away from his eyes.

……

"What's the matter?" Harry rubbed his eyes and looked blankly at the expressionless Snape, with a look of discomfort from being woken up.

"You suddenly held out a hand, as if cursed." Snape frowned.

"Oh, I had a dream." Harry sat up, and then he found that most of the buttons of his pajamas were unbuttoned when he was unconscious, he quickly pulled back the black silk pajamas that had slipped off his shoulders, and buttoned After one button was undone, they were unbuttoned one by one.

Today is Monday and he has to change for class!

He didn't have time to tell Prince about his dream, and thanks to Prince's help, he wore a beautiful bow tie.When he left school after graduation, maybe he could persuade Prince to help him tie this every morning-it was better than his own baggy and rough shape that could be easily undone with a light tug, of course. It is very convenient to untie such a tie before going to bed.

"Dude, I'm almost used to living in the dormitory without you." Ron joked, "I almost forgot that there are five people in our dormitory-with one less, it's really spacious like never before." He described exaggeratedly How spacious and comfortable the current dormitory is, it seems to be at the VIP level.

"I bet Slytherins don't have such a comfortable dormitory! But when you come back, you won't be able to enjoy it at all!" He winked at Harry, making Harry's cheeks blush.

"Since you said that, then I can feel more at ease not going back to the dormitory." Harry calmed himself down, he was no longer the one who was too shy to speak a few weeks ago when his mysterious boyfriend was mentioned, He has also learned a lot in the past month or so, at least his progress in Occlumency can be described as earth-shaking.

So he can go back and joke now.

"And Lavender, I must be very happy that you live so comfortably that you don't even want to go out of the dormitory." Harry said, waving at his number one fan and girlfriend who turned his head and started staring at Ron again—if She wasn't Ron's girlfriend, and would certainly make a good stalker.

Only Ron could bear it and gained a lot of self-confidence from it. It has to be said that they are a natural pair to some extent.

"Oh, hi." Ron turned his head mechanically, and slowly squeezed out a wry smile as if a frame was dropped, which was as funny as a pantomime.

Hermione glanced at the two idiots who fell into the swamp of love, "There are only 89 days left until the OWLs exam, I just hope you can calm down and read your books. Don't think that there are still 89 days. Day by day will pass quickly, come The person who only remembers to endorse after the exam is definitely not my friend!"

Hermione shook her head. She lowered her head and continued to sort out the materials used by the DA Association. After finishing this work, she had to sort out the OWLs review materials as soon as possible.

With a single sentence, she labeled Ron, who was thinking of being lazy, a pitiful label about to be expelled from friendship.

"Come on, I'm still waiting for the OWLs review materials you sorted out! Your materials are definitely more reliable than George and Fred!" Ron immediately yelled to remedy their precarious friendship.

Harry snorted, he couldn't help laughing, and wiped the milk stains on his clothes, "Don't look at me, brother. At least I've started reviewing Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. ’ He threw a helpless, unfriendly look.

Anyway, even if he doesn't go back to the dormitory, he is really studying hard.

In the evening, it was a familiar time and a familiar place.

But he'd already learned Occlumency, which meant the class was unnecessary.

Harry thought so and wanted to tell Snape what he had learned by himself, and argued for the cancellation of the course.But he suddenly remembered the dream in the morning.

"Professor, does Voldemort want me to get something?—I see a room full of..."

"Potter, I remember I told you from the beginning that we stand here to waste my precious time for the purpose of this class." Snape frowned fiercely, looking fierce, as if opening A snake with a bloody mouth.

"I know, but this is also very important! Voldemort is trying to convey something through the dream, isn't that his purpose? So there is a plan for their next move in it." Harry retorted loudly, his momentum was utterly irrelevant declining trend.

"Reckless, sloppy, without considering the consequences. Potter, you have reminded me of your many shortcomings once again. It seems that you have no chance of learning from them." Snape snorted coldly, crossing his arms and looking Indifference is like an ice sculpture that cannot be changed.

Harry glared at the Potions professor he was most annoyed with.

Just then, the fireplace lit up, and Madam Pomfrey's voice came from inside.

"Severus, are you there? Regarding this year's flu potions, several students are in need of them right now."

"Your lessons are now over," said Snape, turning to the fireplace.

So he was the only one left in this cold and dark office.

Harry was going to go back to Prince, but just as he was looking around, he saw the brass basin in which some silvery substance was spinning spontaneously.

He remembered the silvery threadlike mass Snape had pulled from his temple in the first class. —that is memory.The books he read told him about memory, about the pots that hold memories.

So, that was definitely a memory that Snape didn't want others to find out.

As Harry approached the Pensieve, he suddenly jumped up with a sense of excitement that he was about to discover Snape's unknown secret.

Maybe his proof as a Death Eater?Harry was thinking wildly, he had already put his hand into the basin, stirring the silver.

He was touching Snape's memory, and it really was - not as disgusting as he had imagined.

This touch is not like liquid, nor like mist.

He took a deep breath, and then plunged in, he fell into these silver, and then he saw the auditorium, and many, many students, who were writing with their heads down - Defense Against the Dark Arts papers.This is the OWL exam site!

Harry took a closer look, then he glanced roughly around, and soon his eyes were fixed.

He saw a figure that was so familiar, he was almost the same as now, even thinner, his cheeks were almost sunken, his face was sallow, and his eyelids were black—he didn't seem to be resting well.

And his greasy hair stuck tightly to his cheeks, and his head was so low that it almost collided with the parchment. Fortunately, his nose was big enough to keep the distance between him and the parchment from being so close.

"Prince, why are you here?" Harry murmured and walked towards him involuntarily, there was no room for other people in his field of vision, and the images of all other people in the entire space seemed to have become irrelevant background.

He was almost turning himself into a young Snape!Harry stared at him with regret and love, and he stood beside him, bending over with interest to the long and dense Defense Against the Dark Arts treatise he had written.

He didn't pause when writing, and his writing speed was much faster than others.Harry knew from just the beginning that his essay deserved full marks.

And then he just stood there like Prince's henchman - as for Snape, he had no interest in the old bastard's past.

After the exam, he followed Prince like a ghost behind his back, with his eyes glued to his body, while Prince was staring at the paper and slowly walked out of the classroom.He followed him all the way like a disturbing bee, but this remembered Prince was unconscious.

Harry felt extremely happy, he saw a real Prince, and he even took the OWL exam!He's tricked him from the start, the cunning ghost!But - he and Snape were classmates, why didn't he tell him?He didn't even tell him his full name.

Harry pursed his lips unhappily.

Suddenly a voice pierced in from the background sound, it interrupted Harry's thinking like a sudden spell.

"Snotlite, why are you here?" The owner of the voice was almost exactly the same as Harry.

Harry froze.

"Probably he wants to disgust everyone with his snot. Look at his hair, which is so greasy that it can be rubbed with oil. I hope the teacher who grades the papers won't be so disgusting that he even spit out the overnight meal!" The owner of this voice is handsome and familiar. Until Harry started shaking.

No—wait, what's going on here?

"James, and Sirius." Harry said with difficulty, his voice was like a duck being choked, so unbelievable that he was almost speechless!

He looked at the group of people he regarded as the background board, including Lupine who leaned against the lake and looked down at a book, and Peter Pettigrew who looked excited as if he was expecting some juggling.

He looked again at the young Sirius standing in front of him who was so alive that he couldn't tell reality from illusion and—his father.

Now it has developed to the point that James flew off Prince's wand, almost the next second Prince responded with a wandless spell, tripping James to the ground, but Sirius sneaked up on him, and he made up for it A spell so that Prince could only crawl miserably on the ground towards his wand.

At this time, a girl as bright as fire rushed over.

"Stop!" She glared at James and his party.

This shout gave Prince time to act, and Prince, who regained his wand, used offensive magic on James, blasting a long and narrow gash in his arm.

So James hangs him upside down.

……

Prince is not the background board in Snape's memory, but the entire memory exists around him, and he is the center of this memory.

Harry could only feel the heat from his blood being dissipated, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead water.

But before he could continue watching, he was pulled back by a strong hand.

"Interesting, isn't it, Potter." Snape stared indifferently at the silent little bastard, those black eyes that could almost breathe fire.

But he didn't spit out flames, he stared at Harry silently, waiting for him to scream, go crazy, become unreasonable and even hysterical to vent his deceived anger.

But Harry didn't.

He was so confused that his body was faster than his thoughts, his wand slipped from his cuff, and he suddenly cast the spell on Snape that he had used only yesterday.

"Instant forgetting."

The defenseless Snape just fell under the spell and stood there stiffly.

Harry gasped, suppressing the roar that was about to blurt out in his throat, and ran out of the cellar with a frightened heart.

Three minutes later, Snape regained consciousness, as if the suspended time continued to flow, but he was always suspicious and felt that something was wrong.

His Occlumency was indeed functioning perfectly. —but where is Harry Potter now?

His memory was interrupted after returning from the school infirmary. Potter went back?

No—no—it's a trick to confuse the mind, to "forget" temporarily by putting a fog over the memory.

Snape frowned, confused and dissatisfied with his own laxity, twirling his wand, rummaging through his mind for a while and finding what seemed to be the counter-curse of this magic, so he used it.

"Wipe off immediately."

Well, now he knew what that little bastard had done to his memory in the Pensieve!

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Why does the great professor know how to undo the curse?