"That's it?!" Snape said suspiciously, his cold dark eyes narrowing, "Maybe you like these hallucinations and weird dreams, Potter, maybe they make you feel special, um, important?"

"Nope. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Harry gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping the handle of his wand tightly.

"That's good, Potter!" said Snape coldly, "because you're neither special nor important, and you don't have to figure out what the Dark Lord did. ”

"yes, that's your job, isn't it?" Harry yelled at him.

He didn't want to say that, he was angry, and they stared at each other for a long time.

Harry thought he had gone too far, but Snape had a strange, almost satisfied look on his face.

"Yes, Potter!" his eyes lit up, "that's my job, now, ready, we'll do it again." ”

He raised his wand, and a flash of light flashed.

Harry had turned into the horrible statue of the evil god, surrounded by corpses and flesh, his face contorted with tension.

He saw Keresis being knocked out, and he was about to eat the other, but at the same time he saw Snape standing in front of him, staring at his face and muttering words in his mouth.

For some reason, Snape became clear, the Dementors faded, and Harry raised his wand.

"Armor protection!"

Snape staggered, his wand flying upward, away from Harry.

Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with strange memories.

A hook-nosed man yells at a cowering woman, and a dark-haired little boy cries in the corner.

A teenager with greasy hair sits alone in a dark bedroom, shooting flies with his wand at the ceiling.

A scrawny boy wants to ride a broomstick and a girl next to him laughs at him, the girl ......

"Enough!"

Harry felt a thrust in his chest, and he staggered back a few steps.

He slammed into a shelf by the wall, and something shattered with a clatter.

Snape shuddered slightly, his face pale.

The back of Harry's robe was wet, he had just broken a bottle that was a slimy thing swirling in the draining potion.

"Restored!" Snape hissed, closing the bottle again, "Ah, Potter, that's an improvement!"

Snape gasped slightly, and straightened the meditation basin, as if to check if the thoughts he had stored before class were still there.

"I don't remember telling you to use the Iron Armor Charm, but it definitely works!"

Harry didn't speak, he felt it was dangerous to say anything.

He knew he had just broken into Snape's memories and seen what Snape had been like as a child.

He felt uncomfortable thinking that the little boy who was crying as he watched his parents quarrel was standing in front of him at this moment, with such a strong hatred in his eyes, Snape's childhood did not seem to be good, but the girl in his last memory was ......

"How about one more time?" said Snape, in a distinctly provocative tone, "you can continue to use the Iron Armor Charm. ”

Harry felt a pang of horror: he guessed he was going to pay for what he had just done.

The two of them stood across the table, and Harry felt that it was much more difficult to empty his brain this time, he simply couldn't do it.

"I'll count to three!" Snape said, raising his wand again, "One, two......"

Before Harry could concentrate and empty his brain, Snape had already shouted, "Dementor!"

He raced down the hallway toward the Department of Mysteries, stone walls and torches passing on either side.

The black door was getting bigger and bigger, and he was running so fast that he almost hit his head on it, and he was still a few steps away.

He saw the faint blue light again, no longer closed, and the door suddenly opened!

He finally entered, a round room with black walls and a black floor, and candles with blue flames.

There are several more doors around, and he wants to keep going, but which one should he go through?!

"Potter !!"

"I don't know what's going on. Harry honestly stood up, banging a bag on the back of his head, feeling a little feverish, "I've never seen it before, I've dreamed of that door, but it's never opened before!"

This was very important information, and the fact that he had entered behind that door meant that Voldemort had entered.

"You're not trying hard enough!" Snape seemed angrier for some reason than Harry had seen his own memories two minutes earlier, "You're lazy and sloppy, Potter, no wonder the Dark Lord ......"

"Can you explain, Professor?" Harry was furious again, "Why do you call Voldemort the Dark Lord, I've only heard Death Eaters call him that!"

Snape opened his mouth and roared, but a woman outside screamed, much louder than he was.

"What?" Snape looked up at the ceiling.

Harry heard what seemed to be a noise coming from the foyer, and Snape looked at him with a frown.

"Did you see anything unusual when you came down, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, and the woman above screamed again.

Snape walked to the door with his wand in hand and dodged out.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The screams were coming from the foyer, and even louder as Harry ran to the steps leading to the basement classroom.

Running to the top, he found that the foyer was crowded with people.

The students for dinner all crowded out of the auditorium, and many crowded up the marble staircase.

Harry squeezed through the crowd of tall Slytherin students and saw the bystanders form a large circle.

Some people looked shocked, some even looked terrified, and some kept wiping away tears.

He also saw Professor McGonagall, who seemed to be uncomfortable with what was happening before her.

Then, he saw Aven, Hermione, Ron, Elaine, Colin, and Ginny standing across from each other, and he hurried over.

"What's going on?" he asked quickly.

"It's Professor Trelawney!" Hermione said, with an unconcealed shock and sadness in her voice, "Just now at dinner, that woman announced that she had been fired in front of everyone in the school!"

At this moment, Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, wand in one hand and an empty bottle in the other.

She looked completely insane, her hair was scattered, her glasses were crooked, and one eye seemed much larger than the other.

Her countless scarves and shawls hung messily, making her look like she was in tatters.

There were two large boxes next to her, one upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

"No!" she screamed, "No! it can't happen!

"You didn't expect that?" said a high-pitched girl-like voice, as if amused, "although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that your poor performance in my lectures and your lack of improvement since then will inevitably lead to your dismissal?"

"You—you can't!" exclaimed Professor Trelawney, tears welling up from behind the big lenses, "you—you can't fire me! I'm, I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is me, my home!"