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"Follow me, Potter. Snape said with a blank face. Harry felt that there was an irrepressible joy hidden beneath Snape's calm exterior. Harry tried to pretend to be innocent, but knew he was sweating. "Follow me, Potter. Snape said.

They walked downstairs to the main castle building, then into Snape's office. "Sit. Snape said. Harry sat down. Snape, however, remained standing.

"Mr. Malfoy just came to see me and told me a bizarre story, Potter. Snape said.

Harry didn't say anything.

"He told me that he was standing there talking to Weasley when a large lump of mud hit the back of his head. How do you think this happened?"

Harry tried to feign a slight surprise. "I don't know, Professor. ”

Snape stared into Harry's eyes. It was like trying to stare back a Hippogriff. Harry struggled not to blink his eyes. Mr. Malfoy then saw a special goblin appear. Can you imagine what that is, Potter?"

"No, you can't. Harry said that now he was trying to make others sound innocently curious. "That's your head, Potter. Floating in mid-air. "There was a long silence.

"He might be better off going with Madam Pomfrey," Harry said, "if he sees such a vision"

"What's your head doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" Snape asked in a low voice. "Your head is not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to go to Hogsmeade. ”

"I know," Harry said, trying not to look guilty or scared on his face, "it sounds like Malfoy has seen a vision." ”

Malfoy didn't see visions. Snape snarled as he bent down and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair Harry was sitting on, so that their faces were only a foot apart. "If your head is in Hogsmeade, the rest of your body is too. ”

"I've been in Gryffindor," said Harry, "and my head and body—" "Can anyone prove it?"

Harry didn't say anything. Snape's thin lips contorted into a terrifying smile. "That's right," he said, standing up straight again, "Everyone from the Minister of Magic down to the Minister of Magic has been trying to keep the famous Harry Potter out of Sirius Black. But the famous Harry Potter itself is the law. Let ordinary people worry about his safety. The famous Harry Potter went wherever he wanted, without thinking about the consequences at all. ”

Harry remained silent. Snape was provoking him to tell the truth. He didn't want to say it. Snape has no evidence - not yet.

"Why are you so much like your father, Potter," Snape said suddenly, his eyes lit up, "and he's extremely arrogant. A little talent on the Quidditch pitch also makes him think he is superior. With friends, admirers and admirers everywhere, the two of you look alike to each other horribly. The most interesting thing is that you don't think you are arrogant at all, and you naively think you are approachable......"

"My dad didn't look high," Harry said, it was too late to shut up, "and neither did I." ”

"Your dad isn't very compliant either. Snape continued, leaning forward, his thin face full of malice. "The rules are for the lesser to follow, not for those who win the Quidditch Cup. That's what you and your dad think. I can think of your conflict with Malfoy as a mismatch between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but doesn't the conflict between you and Silver reflect your arrogant personality and no one in sight?"

"Shut up!" Harry stood up suddenly. He hadn't been so angry since his last night at Uncle Vernon's house. He didn't care that Snape's face had hardened, and his small black eyes flickered dangerously.

"What did you just tell me, Potter?"

"I, I told you to shut up, don't say that, Dad!. Harry growled.

"I know the truth, right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! If it weren't for my dad, you wouldn't be here!"

Snape's yellow skin had turned the color of bad milk. "Did the principal sue you for your dad to save my life?" He whispered, "Or do he think the details are too unpleasant to the ears of the precious Potter?"

Harry bit his lip. He didn't know what had been born and didn't want to admit it—but Snape seemed to have guessed what was going on in his mind.

"I don't want you to leave with a false idea about your father, Potter. He said, a terrible smile twisting his face. "Have you ever imagined some of your father's heroic deeds? Let me correct you—your saintly father and his friend made a funny joke on me, and if your father hadn't cowered at the last moment, I would have died. There is nothing he did that could be called brave. He saved himself and he saved me. If their joke came true, Hogwarts would expel him. ”

Snape's crooked teeth were exposed. "Turn your pockets out, Potter!" He exclaimed. Harry didn't move. There was a roar in his ears.

"Turn your pockets out, or we'll go straight to the Headmaster!" Chilling from fear, Harry slowly pulled out the bag of toys he had bought at Jokowi's shop and the map of the living spots. Snape picked up Jokowi's bag. "It was given to me by Ron," said Harry, secretly praying that he would have a chance to inform Ron before Snape saw Ron, "he- bought it last time in Hogsmeade" "Is it? You've been with you ever since?

Snape picked up the map. Harry did his best to keep himself quiet.

"A small blank piece of parchment. He shrugged.

Snape flipped the parchment over and stared at Harry. "Of course you don't need such an old piece of parchment?" He said, "Why don't I -- throw it away?" His hand moved toward the fireplace.

"Don't!" Hurry up and say. "That's right!" Snape said, his long nose twitching. "Is this another precious gift from Mr. Weasley? Or is it - something else? a letter, perhaps, written in invisible ink? or- instructions to enter Hogwarts without going through the Dementors?"

Harry blinked. Snape's eyes lit up. "Let me see, let me see. He muttered, pulling out his wand and laying out the map on the table. "Show your secrets!" As he spoke, he lightly touched the map with his wand. Nothing happened. Harry clenched his fists to keep his hands from shaking. "Display!" Snape said, tapping his wand sharply on the map.

The map is still blank. Harry let out a long breath and relaxed.

"Professor Severus, the headmaster, orders you to reveal the hidden message!" Snape said, tapping his wand at the map. As if an invisible hand was writing on that piece of parchment, writing appeared on the smooth surface of the map.

Mr. Moonface greeted Professor Snape and begged him not to meddle with his unusually large nose in the eyes of others. Snape froze. Harrig was dumbfounded, looking at the words. Nothing can be said. But the map didn't stop there, and new text appeared below the first paragraph. Mr. Pointed Fork agrees with Mr. Moonface's words and is willing to add. That is, Professor Snape is an ugly idiot. If the form shì is not so strict, it would be really interesting to say so. But there's still something down there. Mr. Bigfoot was willing to express his surprise at how a fool like Snape could become a professor.

Harry closed his eyes in fear. By the time he opened his eyes, the handwriting on the map was almost finished. Mr. Wormtail greeted Professor Snape and advised him to wash his hair, the lump of ooze. Harry waited for Snape's thunder. "So......" said Snape weakly, "we'll take care of this......" he paced in front of the fireplace, grabbing a handful of bright powder from a jar on the mantelpiece shelf and scattering it on the flames.

"Lupin!" Snape shouted into the flames, "I'm going to say something!" Harry was completely at a loss, and he stared at the flames. A large figure appeared in the fire, spinning rapidly. A few seconds later, Professor Lupin crawled out of the fire and dusted off his tattered robes.

"Did you call me, Severus?" Lupin asked gently. "Of course I called. Snape said, walking back to his desk, his face crooked.

"I just asked Potter to empty his pockets, he's got this thing on him. Snape pointed to the parchment, where the handwriting of the moon face, the big foot, and the pointed fork was still shining. A strange, mysterious expression appeared on Lupin's face.

Lupin continued to look at the map. Harry felt that Lupin was thinking about something quickly.

Snape added, "This parchment must be full of evil spells. This should fall within your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you think Harry got such a thing?" Lupin looked up, glanced only half in Harry's direction, and warned him not to interject.

"Is it full of evil laws?" He repeated mildly, "Do you really think so, Severus? It seems to me that this is just a piece of parchment, and whoever wants to read it insults." Childish, but certainly not dangerous, right?, I think Harry got it from a shop that specializes in joke materials. ”

"Really?" Snape asked. His jaw stiffened with annoyance. "You think the store can provide him with such a thing? Don't you think he got it directly from the maker?"

Harry didn't understand what Snape was talking about. Lupin seems to be the same.

Snape sneered, "Lupin, are you going to shield Potter and pretend to be confused in front of me? ”

Lupin spread his hands. "So, Severus, do you have any other better insights?"

Snape pursed his lips. "I believe there are professionals at Hogwarts who identify these items. ”

Harry took a deep breath, feeling a little uneasy.

"I believe that Jack Silver, who came from a family of magicians, must be able to make an accurate identification of this torn piece of parchment, do you say, Lupin?"

Snape said with a sly voice.