She Was Ashamed to Be Seen with You

"Fire... Fiendfyre!"

Seeing Moony make his move, the short man couldn't wait to raise his wand and unleash a burst of sparks.

The sparks were fast, but they missed their target and instantly ignited the fallen leaves and withered grass around James.

The fallen leaves and withered grass ignited instantly, and flames immediately appeared around James.

"Water from the Fountain!"

Padfoot immediately shouted, and a stream of water flew out, instantly extinguishing the fallen leaves and withered grass, and also soaking James's robes.

"Wormtail! You idiot!" He glared at the short man viciously. "What are you trying to do? Kill the Prongs?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... really..." The Wormtail panicked and dared not continue its attack.

He spoke while backing away, gesturing frantically as if trying to explain, "I just wanted to help..."

Wormtail was too flustered and accidentally bumped into Moony, causing both of them to fall to the ground and making the scene even more chaotic.

Young Snape curled his lip, also bowing low and narrowing his eyes slightly, like a venomous snake about to hunt.

He glanced at James first, then grabbed a clod of dirt from the ground and threw it straight at him.

As James dodged to the side with a look of disgust, young Snape raised his wand again and shouted, "Disarming Charm!"

A flash of red light, and it hit James precisely as he dodged to the side.

James's wand flew high into the air.

Young Snape raised his hand and gently grasped James ' wand in his hand.

He gave a cold laugh, looking at James who was gritting his teeth, his tone full of sarcasm and mockery.

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

He gripped both ends of James' wand with both hands and said with some disdain.

"Hehe... that's right, Tutankhamun, that's how it is."

Padfoot frowned, raised his wand, and pointed it towards young Snape. "Put down your wand!"

"Do you know what Tutankhamun is?" Young Snape's eyes gleamed with glee and mockery as he exerted force with both hands, his wand making a slight "clicking" sound.

"Oh right! I almost forgot! Lily complained to me... that you always fall asleep on your desk during History of Magic class..."

"She's ashamed to be associated with you! She thinks you're a parasite of Gryffindor ..." His eyes swept over the group of four. "No, you should be the parasites of Gryffindor ..."

James gritted his teeth, his face flushed red. He wanted to rush straight at Snape, and even if he couldn't cast a spell, he could still punch the young Snape hard and teach him a lesson.

Padfoot and his companions also looked terrible. Padfoot narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

Wormtail's head twisted back and forth, glancing at Padfoot and the others, then at young Snape, as if one could read envy in its eyes.

Moony sighed, "Snape, why don't we just let it go? It'll only get worse if we keep making a scene..."

Nevertheless, none of the four made any rash moves—because young Snape was bending his wand.

James took only one step forward, and the young Snape bent his wand into a slight arc.

They were all too afraid to gamble on whether young Snape would actually break his wand.

Young Snape looked at Padfoot. "Black fugitive, don't you pride yourself on knowing and liking Muggle? Do you know why he's ' Tutankhamun '?"

"I don't know..." Upon hearing this nickname, Padfoot's face turned extremely ugly. He instantly gripped his wand tightly, and sparks flew from the tip of the wand.

"Verbal liking, no wonder you two are birds of a feather." Young Snape sneered. "' Tutankhamun ' is an Egyptian mummy..."

"You've clearly studied History of Magic, yet you know nothing about it. Don't you think that's fitting? James Potter! Truly dazzling, always stirring up trouble..."

"Like Tutankhamun, the outside is a golden coffin, but what's inside? A rotting shell... Potter! What's inside you? Fallen leaves and withered grass?"

Just as James was about to lose his temper, Hagrid's voice rang out, "What are you doing here?"

Not only Hagrid came, but a red-haired girl also appeared here.

The girl had thick, dark red hair and eyes like emeralds.

Wizet felt a sense of familiarity with those eyes— Harry had a pair of very similar eyes.

It's obvious that the red-haired girl is Lily.

Lily first glanced at James and the others, then looked at young Snape. "Severus, what did they do to you?"

Padfoot noticed James's pleading look, stepped forward, and said, "Just kidding."

"Don't go with them!" Lily looked at the wand in young Snape's hand. "Whose wand is that?"

"Just a wand made of a bunch of reeds," young Snape sneered, casually tossing down the wand. "Let's go!"

Lily frowned slightly, looked at the wand on the ground, then at the somewhat disheveled James, nodded but didn't say anything more, and left with Snape.

Watching young Snape and Lily walk away, Hagrid asked with a puzzled look, "James, what's wrong with you? You haven't said a word. This isn't like you."

"Once the curse wears off, he can talk again," Padfoot said with a grin. "Prongs, how embarrassing!"

"We can still use Universal Counter-Curse to alleviate the effect." Moony sighed, picked up his wand, pointed it at James, and chanted, "Finite Incantatem! Finite Incantatem ..."

After a few Universal Counter-Curse, James was finally able to speak, "I can't even beat Snivellus?"

Hagrid tried to dissuade him, saying, "James! Headmaster Dumbledore said we can't keep messing around like this!"

James corrected him, "I understand... Hagrid, don't call me James, call me by my nickname! Prongs!"

He frowned and analyzed, "As expected, it was because the Animagus wasted too much time that the Snivellus caught up with them."

"Snivellus has some skills!" Padfoot said with disgust. "I've never heard of Snape's family."

"I don't know what kind of thing he is... The number of curses and evil spells he knows is probably more than most seventh graders."

Upon hearing this, Wizet finally heard a statement he agreed with: Professor Snape was indeed very knowledgeable.

Watching the path Lily had taken, James sighed, "I wish I could turn into a stag and shove that Snivellus away from Lily!"

Wormtail picked up the wand from the ground and presented it to James with both hands. "Prongs... this is your wand."

"Hahaha! Wormtail, you know how to be sarcastic." Padfoot laughed. "You don't even have a wand, how are you going to conjure anything?"

"Didn't we just see that?" James rolled his eyes. "I was planning to just rush over, then instantly turn into a stag and give him a big scare!"

Padfoot clapped his hands dismissively, "Right! Good plan, brilliant!"