In less than a day, everyone who should know knew the news of Aitch's awakening.

The students found all sorts of reasons to come in and visit the hero who survived that New Year's fight. Madame Pomri couldn't stop everyone, so she had to let a few delegates in.

Twinkle raised the cushion and helped Aiqi lean comfortably so that he could read a book. At this time, Harry and Neville put the things they were carrying on the side of Edge's bed, all of which were condolences.

Neville looked grateful, "Thank you, Edge. Thank you very much. He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, which was the morning newspaper the day after the battle. The Ministry of Magic was anxious to inform the wizarding community of this, and it is said that the Daily Prophet had delayed publication for this purpose.

Because of this beautiful ambush, Bellatrix Lestrange, who had driven Neville's parents crazy, was caught, and Neville's grandmother told Neville to thank Edge.

Harry remained dull as the two spoke, and when Neville left, Harry remained silent. He sat down on the edge of Edge's bed and muffled an apology. Shining also stood in the master's point of view, she didn't have a good face for him, her own master was so seriously injured, but the culprit only lay in bed for a day, she couldn't accept such a result.

"I'm sorry, Edge." Harry knew that it was his distrust and impulsiveness that had put the two in danger, not only delaying the Order of the Phoenix's plane, but also nearly killing Edge. "It's because I'm too self-righteous."

Fortunately, this time the two of them were blessed with great lives, otherwise Voldemort and the Death Eaters would have really finished playing with a salvo of Avada's Death Curse. But Harry was still scared, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"So be it." Aitch replied coldly, saying that it was to uncover the verse, but he didn't know whether to forgive or not. At the same time, it also has the meaning of driving people.

Twinkle stopped peeling oranges and gave Harry, "Please." ”

After this incident, Harry became more and more interested in Snape's make-up lessons—he didn't want to be used by Voldemort even once.

Snape still kept his memories in the meditation basin before he was ready to start teaching.

Just then, Crabbe burst in, as their Slytherin Captain Quidditch had locked him in a toilet on the fourth floor, so he approached Snape for help.

"Professor Snape, sir—oh—I'm sorry—"

Crabbe looked at Snape and Harry with some surprise.

"It's okay," Snape said, lowering his wand and explaining, "Potter is here to catch up on a little Potions lessons. ”

Snape said, "We're moving the make-up time until tomorrow night. ”

He settled the matter without asking Harry's opinion, then turned and strode out of the office. Before going out, Crabbe said to Harry in an exaggerated manner behind Snape's back, "Potions make-up? ”

Just as Harry was about to leave the office, he turned and stared at the meditation basin on Snape's desk, where the silver-white stuff swirled and swirled. Snape's memories - that was what he absolutely didn't want Harry to see if he accidentally broke through his defenses during practice.

A strong curiosity welled up in Harry's mind - what kind of memory made Snape so eager to hide from Harry?

Harry walked a few steps to the table and looked down at the meditation basin, gazing into its depths. He hesitated, listened, and drew his wand again. There was silence at the end of the office and hallway. He tapped the tip of his wand on the memory in the meditation basin.

The silver object in the basin began to spin rapidly. Harry leaned forward and watched as it became transparent.

Harry looked up and looked around, this was outside Hogsmeade's Hogsmeade's Pig's Head Bar, where Harry had been when he visited Hogsmeade.

Snape, a little green, followed Dumbledore, pushed open the door to the pig's head bar, and carefully followed him upstairs. Harry ran up after the two of them.

Dumbledore walked into a room, and Harry caught a glimpse of the young Professor Trelawney, who looked a little poor, dusty, and living in a small room.

Snape waited at the corner of the stairs to hear them close the door, then lightly pressed his ear to the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, Snape is eavesdropping!" Harry shouted, then realized that it was just Snape's memory.

Harry walked through the door angrily, Dumbledore and Trelawney sitting across from each other. Dumbledore is examining whether Trelawney is eligible to become a professor at Hogwarts.

What's so good about that? Harry wondered.

Dumbledore looked at Trelawney, "Lady Trelawney, we've seen your application to teach prophecy classes, but I need to make sure you really have the power to prophecy. ”

Professor Trelawney was still a little indignant, "I know you don't believe me, because I haven't inherited the magical gift of my great-great-grandmother. But you must know that prophecy is a systematic magical skill, not a special ability that determines everything. ”

"Well, I'll prove it......" Trelawney pulled out a crystal ball and placed it on the table.

Harry's eyes widened and he leaned in. But nothing could be seen but a cloud of white mist.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approached...... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times...... Born in the seventh month......" Trelawney said in her distinctive hoarse voice.

Harry's ears were pricked up, and his heart was more surprised. This is the prophecy that Voldemort was looking for! Prophecy about him and Voldemort!

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door, which drowned out Trelawney's voice, and Dumbledore, who still had a look of surprise on his face, stood up and reached out to Trelawney to silence.

Dumbledore took out his wand and opened the door, and the sound outside became clearer. Harry ran out, and found a grumpy bartender tugging at Snape's robe, and they were arguing.

Snape said that he had taken the wrong staircase, dodging Dumbledore's gaze, dragging the bartender downstairs, obviously weak-hearted!

Since it was Snape's memory, he must have heard part of the prophecy.

Harry tried to continue, but a hand gripped his arm like a pair of tongs. Harry turned his head in pain to see who was capturing him, and then, shaking in horror, a fully fledged Snape stood beside him, his face pale with rage.

"Isn't it fun?"

Harry felt himself rising into the air; The sight of the pig's head bar vanished around him; He floated upwards into the icy darkness, Snape's hand still clutching his arm. Then, with a swooping sensation, as if he had suddenly spun around in mid-air, his foot hitting the floor of Snape's basement, he was once again standing by the meditation basin on Snape's desk, in the gloomy professor's room.

"So," said Snape, grappling Harry's arm so tightly that Harry felt his hands start to feel numb, "So, have fun, Potter?" ”

"N-no." Harry said, trying to break free of his arm.

It was a terrifying sight: Snape's lips trembled, his face pale, his teeth bared.

"Get out, get out, I'll never see you in this office again!"

As Harry sprinted towards the door, a bottle full of dead cockroaches burst open on his head. He slammed the door open and ran down the hallway until he and Snape's office were three floors apart. He leaned against the wall, panting, rubbing his aching arm.

Harry returned to his bedroom, wondering why Snape was so angry and why he didn't let Harry see the memory.

Suddenly, something that he already knew crossed his mind - Snape had been a Death Eater! Harry's hands and feet were cold and shivering.

It's him! It was Snape who told Voldemort the prophecy!