Phoenix stood behind a student, Professor McGonagall with a large roll of parchment in her hand, facing several candlelit heads of the House table, surrounded by excited faces. At this point, Professor McGonagall said, "Lily Evans!"

He watched as Harry's mother stepped forward on trembling legs and sat down on the rickety stool. Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat over her head, and less than a second before the hat touched her crimson hair, she shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Lily took off her hat and gave it back to Professor McGonagall, hurried over to the cheering Gryffindors, but she glanced back at Snape with a wry smile of helplessness.

The roll call continues. In the end, there were only a dozen students who had not yet been sorted, and Professor McGonagall called out to Snape.

Phoenix had already walked over to the stool with the owner of the memory and watched him put his hat on his head. "Slytherin!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

Severus Snape walked to the other side of the auditorium, getting farther and farther away from Lily. The Slytherin cheered him on, and Lucius Malfoy, with his gleaming prefect badge on his chest, patted Snape, who was sitting next to him—

He glanced at the parchment in his hand, his brow furrowed, thinking about something. Scene transitions.

Then he stood in the middle of the auditorium, but the four house tables were missing. Instead, there were more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction, and at each table sat a student, bowing his head and writing hastily on a roll of parchment. Only the clatter of a quill can be heard, and occasionally the rustle of someone adjusting their parchment. This is clearly an exam.

Sunlight shone through the tall windows on the heads that had been lowered, and in the bright light, the heads shone in taupe, reddish-brown, and gold. Phoenix looked around carefully. Snape must have been somewhere here, at the table two rows away from Phoenix. Phoenix stared at him. Snape, who was a teenager, appeared sturdy, but pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark. His long hair was straight and greasy, dangling from the table, and his hooked nose was barely half an inch from the parchment as he hurriedly wrote. Phoenix walked around Snape's back and looked at the title on the paper: Defence Against the Dark Arts - Normal Wizard Rank.

His hand moved quickly from side to side on the parchment, but he couldn't make out anything, for it wasn't Snape's memory.

"Five minutes to go!"

He turned around and saw that the top of Professor Flitwick's head was moving from table to table not far away. Then found Remus Lupin. He looked rather pale and haggard, preoccupied with the exam: he reread his answers, scratching his chin with the tip of a quill pen and frowning slightly.

"Please stop writing!" Professor Flitwick squealed, "And that includes you, Stabins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment!

More than a hundred rolls of parchment soared into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him to the ground. Some laughed. A few students sitting at the front table stood up and grabbed Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.

"Thank you, thank you," Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Good, guys, you can go!"

Phoenix must follow the memory man.

Finally, the Memory Man sped towards the crowd, as if something had happened, and Snape lay on the ground panting. Phoenix was also there, one of them resembling Harry, presumably his father, Jaime, and the other presumably Sirius. Jaime and Sirius approached him, raising their wands, and as he walked, he glanced back at the girls at the water's edge.

"How's it going, snot?" asked Jaime.

"I was staring at him, and his nose was touching the parchment. Sirius said harshly, "There must be large patches of grease on the parchment, and they don't even want to read a word." ”

A few of the people watching the excitement laughed loudly, and Snape was clearly not very popular. Wormtail squeaked and grinned. Snape tried to get to his feet, but the spell was still working on him, and he struggled as if he were bound by an invisible rope.

"You-wait," he gasped, glaring at Jaime with a look of complete disgust, "you-wait!"

"What are you waiting for?" Sirius said coldly, "what do you want, snot spirit, rubbing snot on us?" A barrage of foul language and poisonous curses came out of Snape's mouth, but his wand was ten feet away, so nothing happened.

"Wash your mouth," Jaime said coldly, "clean up!" Snape's mouth immediately erupted with pink soap bubbles, and his lips were covered with foam that made him want to vomit and choke his breath.

"Let him go!" Jaime and Sirius turned their heads to look. Jaime's free hand immediately darted to his hair. It was a girl coming from the lake. She had long, thick crimson hair that hung down to her shoulders, and a pair of epricot eyes that were surprisingly green, Harry's eyes.

Harry's mother!

"How are you, Evans?" said Jaime, his tone suddenly friendly and deeper, more mature.

"Let him go. Lily repeated. She looked at Jaime with a look of utter disgust. "Why did he mess with you?"

"Well," said Jaime, posing as he was pondering the point, "it's mainly because of him, if you understand what I mean?"

Many of the onlookers laughed out loud, but Lily didn't.

"You think you're funny," she said coldly, "but you're just an arrogant, bullying junior, Potter." Let him go. ”

"If you hang out with me, I'll let him go, Evans," Jaime said at once. Phoenix looked at Harry's father speechlessly, how could this be successful!

"Go on - hang out with me, and I'll never move a single hair of the old snot spirit with my wand again. Behind him, the effectiveness of the Barrier Charm was waning. Snape began to move slowly toward his lost wand, and he vomited bubbly soapy water as he crawled.

"Even if I had to choose between you and the giant squid, I wouldn't hang out with you. Lily said. As expected, it seems that Lily and Snape are at least friends, and they are strong. It's not uncommon for Slytherin and Gryffindor to be friends, and if they still stand up in this situation, they must be very familiar and trusting with each other.

"Go for memorization, pointed fork," Sirius said cheerfully, turning toward Snape, "Oops!"

But it was too late, Snape had already pointed his wand straight at James, and with a flash of light, a deep wound appeared on one of James's cheeks, and blood splattered on his robes. Jaime spun around: after a second flash, Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his robe hanging over his head, revealing skinny, pale legs, and a pair of panties that were about to turn black.

In the small crowd around, there were many people cheering;

In an instant, Lily's angry expression rose and fell, as if she was going to smile too, but she said, "Put him down!"

"Absolutely. Jaime said, and he jerked his wand, and Snape fell to the ground and shrunk into a ball. He tore free of his robes and immediately stood up and raised his wand, but Sirius said, "Petrified!" Snape fell to the ground on his back again, stiff as a plank.

"Let him go!" Lily shouted. Now she pulled out her wand. Jaime and Sirius stared at it carefully.

"Hey, Evans, don't force me to cast a poison spell on you. Jaime said solemnly.

"Then undo the spell for him!" Jaime sighed deeply, then turned to face Snape and whispered the Breaking Spell. "You go," he said as Snape struggled to his feet, "lucky for you, Evans is here, snot-"

"I don't need her stinky little mudblood to help!" God, your friendship is in danger like never before, and how can you say that to protect a Slytherin, a Gryffindor pulling a wand at a fellow housemate. Phoenix thought Snape was probably hysterical.

Lily blinked.

"Very well," she said coldly, "I'll never bother with that again." Also, if I were you, I'd wash my panties, snot essence. ”

"Apologies to Evans!" Jaime yelled at Snape, his wand pointed menacingly at Snape.

"I don't need you to force him to apologize. Lily turned to Jaime and shouted, "You're as annoying as he is." ”

"What?" cried Jaime, "I never said you were a- you know what!"

"You think it's cool to look like you've just gotten off your broomstick, so you mess up your hair, play around with that stupid snitch, and chant spells in the hallway to whoever upsets you, just because you can - I'm so weird that you have such a big head on your broomstick that can get off the ground. You make me sick. ”

She jerked around and ran away.

"Evans!" Jaime shouted from behind her, "Hey, Evans!"

But she didn't look back.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Jaime. He wanted to say the question casually, as if it didn't matter to him, but he failed.

"Judging by the implication of her words, all I can say is that she thinks you're a little arrogant, buddy. Sirius said.

"By the way," said Jaime, who now looked really angry, "yes." ”

Another flash of light, and Snape was hung upside down in the air again.

"Who wants to see me take off my snot panties?"

But Phoenix wasn't interested in knowing what's next.