A Memory of Hagrid's

"Not yet." Wizet shook his head. "I'll try a brief search based on the keywords you just provided."

"Then I realized that the time span was quite large... It was a full six years from when James and the others entered Hogwarts to when he started dating Lily."

"It took so long..." Hagrid sighed. "He kept mentioning Lily back then, and I thought they had been together for a long time."

"Hagrid, do you want to lock away all of these six years of memories, or do you want to keep some of them?" Wizet asked.

Hagrid quickly replied, "Of course we have to keep some things to ourselves; there are still some things we can talk about."

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

"Then let me think of another keyword..." Hagrid scratched his head, "' James and Snape don't get along'... Would this keyword work?"

Upon hearing this, Wizet frowned instantly. "Not on good terms with Professor Snape?"

Hagrid nodded and said, "That's how it was back then. Slytherin didn't get along with the other three houses... Actually, it's not much different now."

"Back in my school days, things were better... Some Slytherin were actually quite communicative... though not all were... Oh! Never mind! Let's not talk about this!"

He shuddered, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

Without asking any further questions, Wizet began casting a spell, delving into Hagrid's memories.

Adding this keyword instantly narrows down the scope of memory.

To his surprise, there were quite a few memories of "James and Snape not getting along".

When Wizet organizes her memories, she is still inevitably influenced by them, and can experience the content of the memories as if she were using the Pensieve.

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

He held several ropes in his hands, and despite the ropes being taut, he still had a relaxed and at ease expression.

Dozens of Norbert ran ahead of him, desperately trying to rush in all directions, their necks tightly bound by ropes.

The Norbert looks very much like the Clerk Russell Terrier, the biggest difference being that the Norbert has a forked tail.

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

Seeing the Norbert's behavior, Hagrid calmly and gently comforted them, "Little guys, we'll be home soon, behave yourselves."

Compared to the harmonious scene between Hagrid and the Norbert, Wizet noticed that the conversations not far away were not so harmonious.

"Padfoot, look over there!" A slightly arrogant and flippant voice rang out. "Let's hurry over there while Lily's not around! Oh, and don't you dare make a move later!"

The name "Padfoot" seems to corroborate Wizet's conjecture that the Marauder's Map is related to Harry's father.

With a rustling sound of crunching leaves, the arrogant and flippant voice grew louder, "Aha! Look who's this? It's Snivellus!"

Upon hearing this nickname, Wizet immediately frowned.

Clearly, this nickname was directed at Snape.

Under the influence of magic, memories are not so one-sided; they can be constructed into a complete area through the wizard's direct or indirect perception.

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

He took a few more steps forward and stood between the students on both sides. He immediately recognized the lone student as young Snape.

Although young Snape was pale and had a tall, straight posture, like a Wolf's Bane Monkshood that had not yet bloomed, he was cold, mean, and lurking with danger.

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

The only odd thing is that the ends of the hedgehog-like hair seem to have a hint of pink.

Young Snape lowered his eyelids and looked at the four students as if they were four piles of withered grass and fallen leaves.

"You were the one who did the Potions Class thing, weren't you?" James blinked his brown eyes. "The Potions that I put on the podium and it suddenly exploded!"

A handsome young man put his arm around James's shoulder and grinned.

Although his laughter was somewhat exaggerated, it possessed an elegant composure. "I will never forget... that bright pink!"

James rolled his eyes, shrugged off the handsome boy's arm, and said, "Padfoot, don't give me that!"

"Apologize! You must apologize!" the short boy shouted sharply. He was somewhat chubby and had short, gray hair that looked like a rat's.

"Really?" Young Snape yawned. "That clump of glue that suddenly appeared in the hallway, you did it, didn't you?"

He raised his head slightly, staring intently down at James with his eyes fixed on him.

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

James raised an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. "Moony?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore just said yesterday that he hopes the students from the four houses can live in peace..." Moony sighed, "I think he's right."

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore's idea is quite brilliant..." James nodded, seemingly in agreement, "But we'll have to wait until we've settled this matter!"

The next moment, he had already raised his wand.

Young Snape moved faster James, seemingly anticipating what James would do.

Wizet's brows were furrowed; the struggle between the two must have been going on for some time, otherwise Snape wouldn't have reacted so quickly.

"Tongue-Tying Curse!"

An invisible magical aftershock appeared, stirring up some withered grass and fallen leaves.

James opened his mouth wide, and you could see his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, seemingly unable to be separated.

Based on his knowledge, Wizet instantly deduced that this was a malevolent curse that could stick to the tongue and palate of the person under its influence.

The most important point is that he had never seen this spell before.

Based on his understanding of Snape, it must be magic created by Snape himself.

For him, Snape having the upper hand was a good thing.

"I didn't expect the Snivellus to actually have some skills!" Padfoot's voice sounded slightly surprised, but he didn't seem inclined to make a move.

After being cursed, James reacted quickly, immediately bending down and moving forward, trying to close the distance with young Snape.

"Riddikulus!"

Snape kept backing away without stopping his incantation.

He raised his hand and unleashed two beams of sword light, causing countless fallen leaves and withered grass to fly everywhere, instantly creating chaos.

"Protego!"

Seeing the sword light about to hit James, Moony also intervened, raising his wand and casting the Shield Charm to block the incoming sharp sword light for James.

He still tried to persuade them a bit more, saying, "Prongs, let's just forget about it... there's no need for this."

"Don't be like that, let him play if he likes to!" Padfoot lazily, arms crossed.