Hagrid said quickly: "Of course, we have to keep some of it. Some things can still be said."

"If that's the case..." Vizet murmured, "Then I need more detailed keywords."

"Then I'll think of another keyword..." Hagrid scratched his head, "'James and Snape don't get along'... Is this keyword okay?"

Hearing this, Vizet frowned instantly, "With Professor Snape... don't get along?"

Hagrid nodded and said, "That was the case at that time. Slytherin and the other three colleges didn't get along... In fact, there is not much difference now."

"It was better when I was studying... Some Slytherins can still communicate... Not so much... Oh! Forget it! Let's not talk about this!"

He shuddered, as if he was recalling some bad memories.

Vizet didn't ask more questions, and started to cast a spell directly, going deep into Hagrid's memory.

Adding this keyword instantly narrowed the scope of memory.

To his surprise, the number of memories of "James and Snape don't get along" was actually quite large.

When Vizet sorted out his memories, he was inevitably affected by them, and could experience the contents of his memories just like using a pensieve.

Hagrid appeared in the hunting ground in late autumn, walking a group of dogs.

He held many ropes in his hands, and although the ropes were stretched straight, he still looked relaxed and at ease.

Dozens of cruppies ran in front of him, trying desperately to rush in all directions, with their necks tightly strangled by ropes.

The cruppies looked very much like the Reverend Russell Terrier, the biggest difference being that the cruppies had tails with forked ends;

This was a breed of dog specially bred by wizards, and was extremely loyal to wizards, and more ferocious than the Reverend Russell Terrier.

Seeing the performance of the cruppies, Hagrid comforted them in a gentle voice, "Little guys, we'll be home soon, be quiet."

Compared with the "happy" scene of Hagrid and the cruppies, Vizet noticed that the voices not far away were not so harmonious.

"Padfoot, look over there!" A slightly ostentatious and frivolous voice sounded, "While Lily is not here, let's go over there quickly! By the way! Don't make a move later!"

The name "Padfoot" confirmed Vizet's guess that the Marauder's Map was related to Harry's father.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of trampling fallen leaves, the ostentatious and frivolous voice became louder, "Aha! Look who this is? It's Snotlout!"

Hearing this nickname, Vizet immediately frowned.

Obviously, the person targeted by this nickname is Snape.

Under the influence of magic, memory is not so one-sided, and a complete area can be constructed through the direct or indirect perception of wizards.

Vizet followed the footsteps and saw four students forming a human wall, blocking a lone student.

He took a few steps forward and stood between the students on both sides. He recognized at a glance that the lone student was the young Snape.

Although the young Snape's face was pale and his posture was upright, he looked like a wolfsbane that had not bloomed, cold, mean, and hidden danger.

James's appearance was also easy to recognize, with a thin face very similar to Harry's, and his eyebrows and eyes were also very similar, but his hair was completely untrimmed, like a hedgehog on his head.

The only strange thing was that there seemed to be a little pink at the end of the hedgehog-like hair.

The young Snape lowered his eyelids and looked at the four students, as if looking at four piles of dead grass and fallen leaves.

"You did the potion class, right?" James blinked his brown eyes, "The potion that I brought to the podium and suddenly exploded!"

A handsome boy next to him put his arm around James' shoulder and grinned.

Although his smile was a little exaggerated, it was elegant and calm, "I won't forget... that bright pink!"

James rolled his eyes, twisted his shoulders and shook off the handsome boy's arm, "Padfoot, stop it!"

"Apologize! You must apologize!" The short boy shouted sharply. He was a little round and had short gray hair like a mouse.

"Really?" The young boy Snape yawned, "The ball of glue that suddenly appeared in the corridor was made by you, right?"

He raised his head slightly, staring at James with his eyes straight, looking down at him.

"Prongs..." a haggard-looking boy said, "Why don't you each take a step back? There's no need..."

James raised his eyebrows, with a bit of disbelief, "Moon Face?"

"Principal Dumbledore just said yesterday that he hopes the students of the four colleges can live in peace..." Moon Face sighed, "I think he's right."

"Of course, Principal Dumbledore's idea is quite good..." James nodded, as if he agreed, "but we have to wait until we finish this matter!"

The next moment, he had raised his wand.

The young Snape's movements were faster than James's, as if he had already anticipated what James would do.

Vizet's brows were about to be twisted together. The fight between the two sides should have lasted for some time, otherwise Snape would not have reacted so quickly.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

The invisible magic aftermath appeared, bringing up some dead grass and fallen leaves.

James opened his mouth wide, and you could see his tongue pressing against the upper palate, as if he couldn't separate it.

Based on the knowledge he had, Vizette instantly analyzed that this was an evil curse that could stick to the tongue and palate of the person who was cursed.

The most important thing is that he has never seen this spell before.

Based on his understanding of Snape, it should be Snape's own magic.

To him, it was a good thing that Snape had the upper hand.

"I didn't expect Snotlout to be quite capable!" Padfoot's voice sounded slightly surprised, but he had no intention of taking action.

After James was cursed, he reacted very quickly. He immediately bowed forward and tried to close the distance with the young Snape.

"Split into pieces!"

Snape kept backing up, but did not stop chanting the curse.

He raised his hand and threw out two rays of sword light. Countless fallen leaves and dead grass flew away, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Armor protection!"

Seeing that the sword light was about to touch James, Moon Face also took action. He raised his wand and released the Iron Armor Curse to block James from the sharp sword light.

He still tried to persuade her a little more, "Prongs, let's just forget about it... There's no need for this."

"Don't be like this, if he likes to play, then let's play!" Padfoot crossed his arms and said lazily.

Chapter 134 She is ashamed to be with you

"Fire...flames are blazing!"

When the short man saw Moon Face take action, he couldn't wait to raise his wand and release a string of sparks.

The speed of this string of sparks was not slow, but it was not aimed at the target, and it instantly ignited the fallen leaves and dead grass around James.

Fallen leaves and dead grass fell into place at the drop of a hat, and flames immediately appeared around James.

"The water is as clear as a spring!"

Padfoot shouted immediately, and a stream of water flew out, extinguishing the dead leaves and grass in an instant, and also soaking James's robes.

"Wormtail! You idiot!" He gave the short man a vicious look. "What do you want to do? Kill Prongs?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it...really..." Wormtail was so flustered that he didn't dare to continue attacking.

As he spoke, he backed away, gesticulating hurriedly, trying to explain something, "I just want to help..."

Wormtail was so flustered that he accidentally bumped into Moon Face. The two fell to the ground, and the scene became even more chaotic.

The young Snape curled his lips, bowed down, and narrowed his eyes slightly, like a poisonous snake about to hunt.

He glanced at James first, then rushed to the ground, grabbed a piece of dirt, and smashed it straight over.

When James ducked sideways with a look of disgust on his face, the young Snape raised his wand again and shouted sternly: "Expelliarmus!"

A red light suddenly appeared and accurately hit James who was dodging sideways.

The wand in James' hand flew high into the air.

The young man Snape raised his hand and gently grasped James' wand in his hand.

He smiled coldly and looked at James who was gritting his teeth, his tone full of teasing and sarcasm.

"It feels really disgusting, like holding a dead branch, just like you!"

He held both ends of James' wand with both hands and said with some disgust.

"Haha...that's right, Tutankhamun, that's the case."

Padfoot frowned and raised his wand, pointing it in the direction of the young Snape, "Put down the wand!"

"Do you know what Tutankhamun is?" Young Snape's eyes were full of joy and mockery, his hands were exerting force, and the wand made a slight "click" sound.

"That's right! I almost forgot! Lily and I complained... you always fell asleep on the table during the History of Magic class..."

"She feels ashamed to be with you! She thinks you are Gryffindor's worm..." His eyes swept across the group of four people, "That's wrong, it should be that you are Gryffindor's worm..."

James gritted his teeth and his face turned red. He wanted to rush directly to Snape. Even if he couldn't recite the curse, he could punch the young Snape and teach him a lesson;

Padfoot and the others also looked bad. Padfoot narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes;

Wormtail's head twisted around, looking at Padfoot and the others for a while, and then at the young Snape, as if he could read envy in his eyes;

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