Sitting in his seat, Jaime yawned heavily, kneading his hair upwards and making it even more messy than before.

Then, glancing at Professor Flitwick, he turned in his seat and grinned at a boy sitting in the fourth row behind him. Another rush of excitement, and Harry saw Sirius give Jaime a thumbs up.

Sirius sat lazily in his chair, leaning back so that the chair landed on only two legs. He was very good-looking, his black hair hanging down with a bit of casual grace that was unattainable for either Jaime or Harry, and a girl sitting behind Sirius looked at him hopefully, though he didn't seem to notice it at all. Two seats away from the girl—Harry's heart was beating wildly with joy—was Lupin. He looked rather pale and haggard (is it because it's almost a full moon?)

Lupin was engrossed in the exam: as he checked his answers, he scraped his chin with the tip of his quill pen and frowned slightly.

This means that the tail must be somewhere nearby...... Yes, Harry recognized him at once: the small, mouse-haired, pointy-nosed boy.

Wormtail looked worried, biting his fingernails and staring down at the papers, rubbing his toes against the ground. Every once in a while, he glanced hopefully at the exam paper at the next table.

Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then turned his eyes to James, who was now scribbling on a small piece of parchment to pass the time. He has already drawn a snitch and is now drawing two letters: ".".

What does this mean?

"Please put down your pen!" Professor Flitwick screamed, "including you, Starbins! Please stay in your seat while I collect my papers! Fly around!"

More than a hundred rolls of parchment flew into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him backwards to the ground. Someone burst out laughing. Several students in the front row stood up and lifted Professor Flitwick by the elbows to lift him off the ground.

"Thank you...... Thank you. Professor Flitwick gasped, "Very well, guys, you can go!"

Harry looked down at his father, who hurriedly dropped the letter he had just touched, jumped up from his seat, stuffed the quill and exam papers into his bag, threw them over his shoulder, and stood waiting for Sirius to come and meet him. Harry looked around and caught a glimpse of Snape not far away, moving between the tables towards the door leading to the porch, still intently reading his papers.

He was hunched over, stiff in his movements, and walked as if he were in a spasmodic manner, reminiscent of a large spider, and his greasy hair darting across his face. A group of chirping girls separated Snape from James, Sirius, and Lupin, and Harry allowed himself to walk among them, determined to keep Snape out of sight, while pricking up his ears to catch the sounds of Jaime and his friends.

"Did you like Question 10, Moonface?" Sirius asked as they entered the porch.

"True love is dead," Lupin said with gusto, "write the five distinguishing signs of a werewolf." Good topic. ”

"Do you think you can write all those signs?" asked Jaime, pretending.

"I think I can," Lupin said earnestly, as they joined the crowd around the front door anxiously to get out into the sun-drenched field, "One: he's sitting in my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name is Lupin. ”

Wormtail was the only one who didn't laugh.

"I replied in the shape of a pig's mouth, with the pupils of my eyes and a tufted tail," he said worriedly, "but I can't think of the other two—"

"How stupid are you, Wormtail?" said Jaime impatiently, "once a month you run around with a werewolf—"

"Be quiet. Lupin pleaded.

Harry looked behind him again, uneasy. Snape lingered nearby, still looking at his exam papers—but that was Snape's memory, and Harry was sure that if Snape chose to wander in the opposite direction as soon as he got out on the field, he, Harry, would never be able to follow Jaime any further.

As Jaime and his three friends walked down the lawn toward the lake, Snape followed, still buried in the papers, and clearly undecided where to go, much to Harry's delight anyway.

Harry kept a distance in front of Snape, determined to get a closer look at Jaime and the others.

"Oh, I think this exam is a piece of cake," he heard Sirius say, "I can at least get a 'good,' if not weird." ”

"Me too. Jaime said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a struggling Golden Snitch.

"Where did you get that?"

"Stolen. Jaime said nonchalantly. He began to play with the Golden Snitch, making it fly at least a foot away before catching it back, and his reflexes were excellent.

Wormtail watched in awe.

They stopped in the shadow of a beech tree by the lake, and it was under this tree that the Van Lins would pounce on the lawn to enjoy the sun after they had finished their homework on Sunday, and then go to Hagrid's cabin.

Harry looked back again, and to his delight, he saw Snape sitting in the thick shadows of a bush.

He was still meditating on the papers of the ordinary wizard level exams as before, so Harry could sit comfortably on the grass among the beech trees and bushes and look at the quartet under the trees.

The sun reflected a dazzling glow on the calm surface of the lake, and a group of girls who had just come out of the lobby sat by the lake, laughing, taking off their shoes and socks, and dipping their feet in the water to cool off.

Lupin pulled out a book and began to read. Sirius just stared around at the students running around on the grass, looking rather arrogant and bored, but also very handsome because of it.

Jaime was still playing with the Golden Snitch, and he let it run farther and farther away, almost letting it escape, but he always managed to get it back at the last second.

Wormtail looked at it with its mouth wide open. Every time Jaime made a very difficult catch, Wormtail gasped and clapped his hands.

After five minutes of playing like this, Harry wondered why Jaime didn't let Wormtail catch it himself, but it seemed that Jaime was enjoying the sensation of being noticed.

Harry noticed that his father still had a habit of messing his hair up, as if he didn't want to make it look too neat, and he kept looking at the girl on the other side of the lake.

"Stop, okay," Sirius finally spoke, as Jaime made a perfect catch, and Wormtail let out a loud cheer, "or Wormtail would be peeing his pants with excitement." ”

Wormtail blushed slightly, but Jaime grinned.

"If that upsets you. As he spoke, he shoved the snitch back into his pocket. Harry had a distinct feeling that Sirius was the only one who could stop showing off Jaime.

"I'm bored," Sirius said, "and hopefully it's a full moon today." ”

"You will," Lupin said gloomily from behind the book, "we still have Transfiguration to test, and if you get bored, you can test me." ...... you"

He handed his book to Sirius. But Sirius snorted from his nose: "I don't need to look at that garbage, I know it all." ”

"That's going to get you going, Bigfoot," Jaime said quietly, "look who's that......

Sirius turned his head. He suddenly remained motionless, like a dog that smelled a rabbit. "Very good," he said softly, "Snape the Slug." ”

Harry turned to see what Sirius was looking at. Snape stood up again, shoving his regular wizard exam papers into his bag. As he stepped out of the shadows of the bushes and prepared to cross the lawn, Sirius and Jaime stood up.

Both Lupin and Wormtail sat still: Lupin still stared down at his book, but his eyes didn't move at all, a shallow wrinkle on the tip of his brow, and Wormtail's gaze swept over Sirius, Jaime, and Snape in turn, with a look of longing for what was going to happen.

"Okay, slug?" said Jaime. Snape's reaction was as fierce as if he had expected an attack: he threw off his bag and reached into his robes, but he was halfway up his wand when he heard Jaime shout, "Remove your weapon!"

Snape's wand flew two feet into the air, then landed into the grass behind him with a soft thud. Sirius let out a shrill laugh.

"There are many obstacles!" he said, pointing his wand at Snape, who had just lunged at his falling wand before being knocked to the ground in the middle of the process. The surrounding students all turned to watch. Some of them stood up and gathered around. Some showed an expression of understanding, others were amused.

Snape gasped and lay on the ground. Jaime and Sirius walked up to him, wand in hand, and Jaime turned his head to glance at the girls by the lake as he walked.

Wormtail stood up now, looking hungrily, as he walked around Lupin's side, trying to see better.

"How's the exam, slug?" said Jaime.

"I look at him, his nose rubbing around on the parchment," Sirius said viciously, "there must be a big grease stain all over it, and they can't even make out a word." ”

Several onlookers burst into laughter; Wormtail sneered. Snape struggled to get up, but the spell still worked on him, and he struggled as if he were bound by an invisible rope.

"You ——, wait," he said, gasping, staring at Jaime with pure disgust on his face, "You ——, wait!"

"Waiting for what?" Sirius said coldly, "what are you going to do, Snape the Slug, and wipe your nose on us?"

Snape cursed, but his wand fell ten feet away, so nothing happened.

"Wash your mouth. Jaime said coldly, "Sify!"

Snape's mouth immediately erupted with pink soap foam, and his lips were covered with soap bubbles, making him vomit and choke—

"Don't mess with him!" Jaime and Sirius turned to check. Jaime's free hand suddenly jumped to his hair. It was one of the girls who came by the lake. She had thick shoulder-length dark red hair and a pair of almond eyes that were surprisingly green - Harry's eyes.

Harry's mother.

"Okay, Evans?" said Jaime, his tone suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.

"Don't mess with him. Lily repeated. She looked at Jaime with a look of great disgust, "What did he do to you?"

"Oh," said Jaime, posing as if he was considering the point, "mainly because of his existence, if you know what I mean......"

Most of the onlookers burst out laughing, including Sirius and Wormtail, except for Lupin, who was clearly determined to bury his head in the textbook, and he didn't laugh, and neither did Lily.

"You think you're funny," she said coldly, "but you're just an arrogant, bully-weak fool, Potter." Don't mess with him. ”

"If you go out with me, I'll do it, Evans," Jaime said quickly, "come...... Come out with me, and I'll never point my wand at the old slug again. ”

Behind him, the effect of the obstacle spell was gone. Snape began to crawl inch by inch towards his dropped wand, and as he crawled, the soap foam still squirting out of his mouth.

"Even if I had to choose between you and the giant squid, I wouldn't go out with you. Lily said.

"Unlucky, pointed fork. Sirius said happily, then turned to Snape, "Oh!"

But it was too late, Snape had already pointed his wand directly at James, and with a flash of light, a deep wound appeared on one side of James's face, blood spraying on his robes. Jaime spun around: a second flash followed, and Snape was dangling headfirst in the air, his robe hanging down to cover his head, revealing his pale legs and jet-black shorts.

Most of the small crowd erupted in cheers, and Sirius, Jaime, and Wormtail burst into laughter.

The furious expression on Lily's face distorted for a moment, as if she was about to smile, and she said, "Let him down!"

"Of course. Jaime said, jerking his wand high, and Snape curled up in a ball and fell to the ground. He struggled out of his robes and immediately stood up and raised his wand, but Sirius said, "All petrified!"

Snape fell on his back again, stiff as a board.

"Don't mess with him!" Lily yelled. Now she drew her wand. Jaime and Sirius watched her warily.

"Ah, Evans, don't force me to cast a spell on you. Jaime said earnestly.

"Then undo the spell on him!" Jaime sighed heavily, then whispered a spell to Snape.

"Let's go," he said, as Snape struggled to his feet, "Lucky for you, Evans is here, slug-"

"I don't need help from a filthy little mudblood like her!"

Lily blinked. "Well," she said calmly, "then I won't worry about it from now on." If I were you, I'd wash your shorts, slug. ”

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

"I don't want you to force him to apologize to me," Lily shouted as she turned to Jaime, "you're as bad as he is. ”

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

"Messing up your hair just because you think it's cool to look like you've just gotten off a broomstick, flaunting it with that stupid snitch and walking down the hallways and cursing anyone who doesn't like it, just because you can do it — I'm amazed that your broom can still land with a big head like you. You make me sick. ”

She turned and walked away quickly.

"Evans!" Jaime shouted at her back, "Hey, Evans!"

But she didn't even look back.

"What's the matter with her?" said Jaime, trying to make himself look like he was asking a question that was dispensable to him, but to no avail.

"Judging by what she said, I have to say, she thinks you're a little arrogant, man. Sirius said.

"Good," said Jaime, who now seemed genuinely furious, "well—" Another flash of light, and Snape was once again suspended headfirst in the air. "Who wants to see me strip a slug?"

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