I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 212 Parents' Love

Whether armor can actually deflect mind-stealing attacks is a question.

But at least Harry had done it now; he spun and plummeted rapidly through the cold darkness, and then he felt himself standing in the middle of the Great Hall.

It seemed to be an exam. The long tables that originally belonged to the four houses in the Great Hall had disappeared, replaced by hundreds of individual tables and chairs, each with a student seated in it. Harry was a little confused; what kind of exam was being held in the Great Hall? Hmm… it seemed different from what he was seeing now. Harry saw Snape.

That was a completely different Snape from the one we know today. He looked very thin and sat right behind Harry. He was very young, unlike the slightly overweight, middle-aged Professor Snape of today. First of all, he was very young, and secondly, he was pale, like a plant that had always grown in the dark. His long black hair was as greasy as it would be more than a decade later, hanging down on the table. As he wrote hastily, his hooked nose was less than half an inch from the parchment.

Harry noticed the paper he was working on, which read "Defense Against the Dark Arts - Common Wizard Level".

These are the OWLs, short for Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations. OWLs are mandatory examinations for fifth-year students at Hogwarts. Results are graded on a six-level scale, with three passing grades. Grades are typically represented by symbols: O (outstanding), E (exceeded expectation), A (acceptable), P (poor), and D (dreadful).

The two major exams in the wizarding world are OWLs and NEWTs. Only those who achieve an O or E in the former can continue their studies in the latter.

There are a total of twelve courses in OWLs and NEWTs. Students can choose only a few of them before the exam and arrange their own schedule, which is relatively flexible.

This way, the pressure of studying will be less.

But that's not the point. The point is that Harry turned his head and saw his young father.

He felt a surge of excitement from the bottom of his heart. This was his father, whom he had never met. In fact, he looked remarkably like his father. Now he understood why Professor Snape couldn't help but feel disgusted when he saw him.

Sirius Black said that his father and Snape were mortal enemies when they were in school. Now, seeing their strikingly similar faces, Harry suddenly understood Snape a little better.

James yawned, casually ruffled his hair, making it incredibly messy, then glanced at Professor Flitwick, who was still proctoring the exam, leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, and brazenly grinned at the boy in the fourth seat behind him.

Harry felt that his father's expression and actions were familiar, but he would never have imagined that his father was the same Draco who hadn't been disciplined by Louis when he first entered school in his first year.

The two of them were exactly alike in their irritating and arrogant attitude.

He looked in that direction, his excitement shattering the familiarity he'd just felt. He saw a young Sirius Black giving James a thumbs-up. Honestly, young Sirius was really handsome. In Harry's memory, aside from Louise who could slightly outshine him, no one was more handsome than him.

Harry also noticed a small detail: throughout the Great Hall, a significant number of girls were looking at Sirius with flushed faces, their eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

Harry also saw a young Lupin, who looked somewhat haggard, probably because it was close to the full moon. And a young Peter Pettigrew, who wasn't as sleazy as he used to be.

His gaze then turned back to his father, James, who had torn off a small piece of parchment and was scribbling on it.

Harry leaned closer and saw that he had drawn a golden snitch on it and written the abbreviation "LE" next to it.

Whose name is this? He scratched his head, clueless as to what his father had written. He searched his memory, but couldn't recall anyone whose name was "LE".

In fact, the name James wrote was Harry's mother's; before marrying James, her name was "Lily Evans".

Therefore, the abbreviation is LE.

At Professor Flitwick's command to collect the papers, James eagerly stood up. Then, as if remembering something, he bent down and wiped clean the "LE" lettering he had just carefully polished. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood there waiting for his friends to come and join him.

Snape, unlike James, looked sinister. He floated like a ghost to Professor Flitwick to hand in his paper, then floated away again, without even glancing at James and the others. Meanwhile, the four of them were still there, loudly joking with each other.

"Do you like question number ten? Moon face?" Sirius asked.

"I absolutely love it." Lupin's tone was relaxed and cheerful. "Give me five signs that identify a werewolf. That's a great topic. I mean, it's as easy as handing me a point."

"Do you think you can list all the signs?" James asked, feigning concern. As a Ravenclaw girl walked by, he casually ripped off the leather sash that held her braids, then laughed maliciously under the girl's accusing gaze.

Lupin snatched the leather case from James and handed it back to the girl, saying in a serious tone, "First, he was sitting in my seat; second, he was wearing my clothes; third, um... his name is Remus Lupin..."

The three of them burst into laughter, except for Peter Pettigrew.

"I wrote the shape of the mouth and nose, the pupils of the eyes, and the fluffy tail," Peter Pettigrew said in a soft, anxious voice, "but I can't remember anything else..."

"How can you be so stupid, Wormtail?" James's tone was extremely impatient. "You have to run around with a werewolf every month—"

"Keep your voice down!" Lupin growled in a low voice.

However, according to the original story, Sirius Black would definitely be no match for Lupin in his werewolf form, and Wormtail Pettigrew would be an easy opponent. So, there's only one possibility why the three of them went to the Shrieking Shack to keep Lupin company...

That was Jaime and Lupin in his werewolf form exchanging punches—otherwise, how could the werewolf's howl have been heard?

Thinking about it this way, James is actually quite terrifying, at least in terms of being a muscleman, he definitely has a certain talent.

The four raiders walked out chatting and laughing. As James walked, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a struggling golden snitch.

"Where did you get this?" Sirius's eyes widened. The school Quidditch team strictly forbade taking Quidditch equipment off the field, and James...

"Stolen," James said casually, as he began toying with the Golden Snitch, sending it flying about a foot away before catching it again. His reflexes were so quick that the Golden Snitch couldn't escape his toy, while Wormtail watched him in awe.

James was a true school bully, so this kind of thing was all too common for him. Stealing a Golden Snitch was nothing new; he'd done other, more exciting things before, like stealing the Sorting Hat.

They found the shade of a patch of trees on the hillside and sat down there. Lupin pulled out a book and began to read, while Sirius stared at his classmates around him, seemingly looking for someone. His expression was extremely arrogant, and he looked utterly bored, but this did not detract from his image at all; on the contrary, it made him even more handsome.

James was still toying with the Golden Snitch, letting it fly further and further away, but he always managed to catch it at the last moment. Peter Pettigrew watched him from the side, his mouth agape, clapping and cheering every time James made a difficult move.

Harry felt that his father didn't seem to treat Peter Pettigrew as a friend, but rather as a sidekick. This realization left him somewhat bewildered, but he continued to observe their actions.

Soon, Sirius was seen pointing into the distance and speaking.

"Look, the one who's keeping you from being bored has appeared, the fork."

Harry looked in the direction they were pointing and saw Snape sitting alone on the floor studying his exam papers.

"Hey, isn't this Snotty?" James stuffed the Golden Snitch into his pocket. "Let's go, Moonface, Bigfoot, and Wormtail, let's go say hello to our old friends, so that outsiders don't think we're being impolite."

Snape had clearly noticed the raiders, and he hurriedly stood up, intending to avoid these troublemakers. He wouldn't run away if it were one-on-one, even if he couldn't beat James, but he dared not try it against four against one.

"Are you alright, you snotty-nosed brat?" James shouted.

Snape took two steps back and suddenly reached into his coat.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)"

Snape's wand flew out, spun around, and landed on the ground. He tried to pick it up, but then he heard Sirius Black let out a crisp, brief laugh.

"Impedimenta! (Obstacles everywhere!)"

The spell struck Snape, and he collapsed to the ground in a comical manner.

Students from all around began to gather around. At this time, students from other houses didn't mind watching a good show of Slytherins being thoroughly beaten.

During Voldemort's reign of terror, most Slytherins were... well, it's a long story.

Snape lay on the ground, his dark eyes fixed on James. James, unperturbed by his gaze, laughed loudly, "Snotty, how did the exam go?"

"I was watching him, and good heavens, during the exam his nose was practically touching the roll of paper. I was really afraid the examiners would be disgusted by that huge grease stain..." Sirius's tone was extremely sarcastic. Harry suddenly realized that Snape's sarcastic remarks seemed to have a rival.

The onlookers burst into unrestrained laughter. Snape wasn't very popular. He struggled to stand up, but couldn't; the spell's binding force was still very strong.

"You—you—just you wait—" Snape glared at James, his face contorted with utter disgust. "You just wait!"

"Waiting for what?" Sirius said coldly. "You're waiting for Senior Emma, ​​aren't you? Let me tell you, we know she's not at school today. You coward, you snotty little thing who only knows how to hide behind women."

Snape glared at the four of them with venom, and a string of profanities and curses poured from his mouth.

James coldly chanted the spell: "Wash your mouth clean, Scourgify!"

Snape's mouth immediately produced a string of pink soap bubbles, like a bubble machine. This comical scene, however, did not make Harry laugh at all.

He knew exactly what it felt like to be surrounded by a group of people and ridiculed without restraint; his cousin Dudley used to do that all the time when they were in school.

He felt as if something was gripping his heart, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Let him go!"

Harry looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful girl with thick, fiery red hair and green eyes just like his own.

Seeing his mother from his school days made Harry feel much better.

"How are you, Evans?" James greeted him, his tone suddenly becoming very deep and mature.

"Let him go!" Lily repeated, her eyes filled with utter disgust as she looked at James. "What did he do to you?"

"Oh, well, that's a long story." James put on a very smug expression—in his opinion, this look might attract girls' attention.

"Actually, it's mainly because of his very existence, you know, snotty creatures..."

Many of the students watching burst into laughter, but only Lupin, who was focused on his reading, did not laugh, nor did Lily.

"You think you're funny? You're nothing but an arrogant, rude bully, a scoundrel. Potter, let him go." Lily's tone was cold.

Harry is now in the same boat as his mother, and he now thinks the same way she does.

There's a saying that goes, "Treat others as they see fit, not your own." Harry had clearly experienced Snape's treatment, so it would be a miracle if he liked his father's behavior. Besides, if he only bullied Snape, that would be one thing. Along the way, Harry counted that James pulled two girls' braids, kicked a boy's butt, and even gave a chubby Hufflepuff classmate a Thunder Explosion, blowing his hair into a mess.

"Alright, Evans," James coughed, "if you promise me you'll never lay a finger on that snotty-nosed brat again."

Behind him, Snape began to slowly crawl toward his wand, blowing bubbles as he went, like a stranded little carp.

"Even if I had to choose between you and the giant squid, I would never go out with you!" Lily said firmly.

Harry was a little confused. If the two of them were like oil and water now, how did they end up together?

Could it really be as Louis said, that the essence of humanity is a broken record, a pigeon, and a "it smells so good" mentality?

He couldn't help but fall into deep doubt.

(End of this chapter)