Chapter 1562

Dumbledore's portrait was the same.

Empty.

Of course, every time Darren came here, Dumbledore's portrait was empty.

He pretended to sigh with regret.

Then he put the memory he got from Snape into the Pensieve in the headmaster's office.

When Snape gave him the memory, he probably thought he was going to die.

Probably gave him a lot of memories.

Hopefully there were no memories in there that would cause Snape social death.

Darren almost laughed out loud.

But he still stirred the memory in the Pensieve with his wand, and then, without taking Harry, he dove in.

He figured Harry probably didn't need him to urge him.

After all, he had just learned about his background, he must be awkward for a while, so Harry should be able to understand.

Darren smiled.

He fell into the Pensieve headfirst.

His feet landed on the warm ground of the Pensieve.

Harry also appeared.

In front of them was a bush, and inside the bush were two beautiful girls.

Behind them was a boy with greasy hair.

It was Snape as a child.

Snape had a lovesick expression at such a young age.

He stared at Lily without blinking.

When Darren got closer, he felt this was truly a sycophant. This should be Snape and Lily's first formal meeting.

Lily was swinging on a swing with Petunia.

She swung the swing high.

She was even scolded by Petunia.

But Lily didn't care at all; she even turned a withered flower into a fresh one.

Petunia screamed.

Snape finally made his entrance...