I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 213 Emma
"Bad luck, Prongs." Sirius teased his good brother happily, turning his head and exclaiming.

"Ouch, James!"

But it was too late, Snape had already pointed his wand at James.

After a flash of light, there was a bloody streak on James' face, and blood splattered on his robes. James turned his head sharply, and after a second flash of light, Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his robes hanging down on his head, revealing two skinny pale legs and a pair of white underwear that was almost turning black.

It looks like it hasn't been washed for a while...

The crowd burst into laughter again, and this time it lasted a little longer. Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sympathizing with Snape doesn't mean that he won't gloat over his misfortune. Snape has tortured him a lot in the past three years.

Not only the onlookers, but even Harry's biological mother Lily, had an angry expression that froze for a moment, as if she was about to laugh. Fortunately, she managed her expression well and suppressed the urge to burst out laughing.

"Put him down!" Lily warned again.

"Of course." James said, raising his wand suddenly. Snape fell to the ground instantly. He curled up due to the pain of falling, but he quickly overcame the pain, stood up immediately and raised his wand at James.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Sirius reacted quickly, and the spell hit Snape instantly, causing him to fall on his back again, just like Neville in his first year.

Harry smacked his lips, indicating that this scene was very familiar - however, Dad and the others were somewhat unsportsmanlike, how could they be considered heroes when two of them fought against one?
"Let him go!" Lily shouted, drawing her wand and shielding Snape behind her.

"Evans, don't force me to cast a curse on you. I'm warning you..." James said seriously. He knew that Lily was an excellent wizard and would be difficult to deal with.

"Then remove the spell from him!" Lily growled.

James sighed deeply, then he looked at Lily with a complicated expression, walked in front of Snape, and whispered the spell to remove it.

"You go." James wanted to let it go, but after seeing Snape's gloomy eyes, he suddenly became angry for no reason: "You are lucky that Evans is here, you snotty-"

Snape brushed off the dust on his clothes coldly and said coldly: "I don't need the help of a stinky little mudblood like her!"

Lily paused. She looked at Snape in disbelief, as if she had just gotten to know her again. Then she smiled self-deprecatingly and said in a cold tone, "Very good, I won't worry about this anymore. Also, if I were you, I would wash my own underwear."

At this point, Lily felt a little unsatisfied and added, "Snotlout."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

"Apologize to Evans!" James was furious, pointing his wand at Snape. He was angry at Snape, but also felt sorry for Lily - she protected her friend like this, but was backstabbed by her friend. James couldn't imagine how he would feel if he was backstabbed by his good friend.

I've liked her for five years! She always protects you! Even so, I can't bear to scold her, you...

He is really unappreciative of the blessings he has.

In addition to anger, James was of course jealous.

"I don't need you to force him to apologize, Potter." Lily paused, and her "Potter" had a little plosive sound: "You are as annoying as he is."

"What?" James couldn't accept it. "Merlin's socks. Even if you were against me, I would just laugh it off and never scold you. What's more, I never said you were - you know what it is..."

Lily looked at James like he was a slug. "You think it's cool to look like you just got off a broomstick, so you mess up your hair and show off your sleight-of-hand skills with that stupid Snitch, and you hex anyone you pass in the corridors because you can -"

"I'm surprised your broomstick can stay off the ground with such a big head... You make me sick, really sick."

After saying that, Lily turned around suddenly and ran away quickly.

"Evans! Hey! Evans!" James tried to call Lily, but Lily did not respond to him.

He was not amused, so he turned around and asked Sirius casually, "What's wrong with her?"

But he didn't pretend to be indifferent at all. As the saying goes, when you care too much, you become confused. How can he pretend to be nonchalant when his eyes are full of the girl he likes?

He is not Louis.

"I'll give you an analysis of what she just said." Sirius patted James' back gloatingly: "She thinks you're a bit of a pretender, buddy."

James kicked the straw angrily, his temper flaring up - he would never be happy to be told so by the girl he loved.

"Maybe you should look at the bright side. At least Evans is completely hurt by this snotty guy." Sirius shrugged and brought his good friend back to his senses with just one sentence.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right!" James suddenly got a little excited, as if he had picked up hundreds of gold Galleons. Harry couldn't bear to look at him - he was so pathetic. I couldn't even behave like this when facing Ginny, okay?
But in his sight, Snape had already raised his wand and pointed it at the four people. In a flash, Harry didn't know how his father reacted. He only saw Snape hanging upside down in the air again.

"Who wants to see me take off Snotlout's underwear?" He laughed wickedly, but as soon as he finished this sentence, he was also hung up.

Hanged with him were Sirius, Lupin who was reading a book, and Peter Pettigrew with a shifty look.

"It's this woman again, damn it." James cursed angrily. He knew who hung him without even looking.

Snape fell to the ground with a thud. He raised his wand to cast a spell, but it spun and flew out.

Sirius sneered, and Harry didn't understand why he was not nervous at all, but instead felt a little bit expectant.

"Emma," he greeted casually.

The result was a tongue-blocking and throat-locking bullet.

Harry looked around before he found out who his godfather was calling.

Alike, too much like him. The black-haired woman standing beside him looked gentle and quiet. Her eyebrows were curved, and a gentle smile hung on her pretty face. She was 70% similar to Louis, but she didn't have Louis's cynicism.

It was Louis' mother, Emma.

For a moment, Harry felt like he was in love.

She first walked to Snape's side and asked gently, "Are they bothering you again?"

Harry swore that this was the first time he saw Professor Snape look aggrieved and weak. He sniffed, as if he wanted to show more emotion, but quickly held it back. After a long while, he hummed in a nasal tone and nodded heavily.

Human feelings are always complicated.

"Ha, he's lying, this snotty guy." James was very excited. He knew Emma's temper very well. In the past, the four of them would definitely be kept hanging for a while, but today was different. If they told the truth today, it was very likely that Snape would also be in trouble. At this moment, he actually felt a little excited.

However, he never expected that he was also hit by a tongue-lock and throat-lock. He could only whimper there and could not utter a single complete word.

"You." Emma walked up to Lupin and curled her lips: "Forget it, you are also a slick-tongued guy."

With that, the spell locked Lupin's mouth.

It can be said that he was shot even when lying down. Lupin looked at James with innocent eyes, then at Sirius, and spread his hands helplessly.

"Peter." Emma smiled gently and came in front of Peter Pettigrew. "Among the four of you, you should be the one who dares not to lie to me. Tell me...what happened just now?"

Peter glanced at James, and when he nodded, he began to tell the whole story from the beginning, pouring out all the details.

James closed his eyes in despair.

What a fucking idiot teammate, idiot teammate, you are so fucking honest, tell me from the beginning, do the four of us still have a chance to escape? Idiot!

Harry noticed that the more Peter Pettigrew talked, the warmer Emma's expression became, until he mentioned Snape's insult to Lily as a "dirty little mudblood", and his mouth was sealed with a hissing spell.

Emma turned her head with a smile and looked at Snape: "Is that so? Severus?"

Snape swallowed cautiously and glanced at the four Marauders, finding that they all had gloating eyes. He wanted to refute, but he didn't dare, so he could only nod heavily.

As Harry watched, the hem of Snape's robes tightened, and then he was hung upside down like the four men.

This time, Snape's robe did not fall down like before. Instead, it stuck tightly to his body, not revealing his pale, thin legs and dirty underwear.

James' eyes sparkled with excitement. Five years, do you know how I have lived these five years? I have always lived under Emma's shadow, until today, she finally treats all beings equally and punishes her little follower Snape!
"So, you guys are so idle that you like to watch others get bullied?" Emma's gentle voice was not loud, but it rang in the ears of everyone watching around.

The students who were watching the scene scattered instantly. A few clever ones had already run towards the castle, ready to find Lily to watch the fun.

"Four bad boys who like to bully others. Old rules, one hour. Any objections?" Emma looked at James and asked gently.

James nodded hurriedly. It was just being hung up. Never mind. He was used to it.

"As for you, Severus."

When Emma said this, the foursome had gloating smiles on their faces.

"Two hours."

Harry saw his father raise his hands and high-five Sirius in mid-air.

There was no way to save these two people.

Emma didn't make any moves, and the restraints on the four people's mouths were untied at once. James laughed loudly, almost out of breath, and he didn't say anything, just laughed happily.

"Emma, ​​Emma," Sirius called.

"Hmm?" Emma looked at Sirius.

"Tonight, um, I mean how about we have dinner together tonight?" Sirius didn't care about his situation at all, but was full of flirtatious words and prepared to ask the girl out for dinner.

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"You promised?" Sirius asked excitedly.

Harry noticed the disbelief in his father's and Lupin's eyes, and the despair in Snape's.

"Draw out your wand. If you can win the duel, I will have dinner with you. Otherwise, you will stay for one more hour." Emma said softly.

Sirius drew his wand and prepared himself for battle.

"Then you'd better be good and have dinner with me, Emma."

Harry was watching intently, but found himself dizzy again. Sirius's face turned into the greasy face of middle-aged Snape.

"So..." Snape gritted his teeth and said, "So, you are happy, Potter?"

"No...no." Harry said a little guiltily. Reading people's memories itself is not a glorious thing, let alone seeing the thing he least wants others to see.

Snape smiled grimly, "Your father is an interesting man, isn't he?"

"I... didn't--" Harry wanted to argue, but Snape grabbed his arm and threw him out of the office.

"That's enough, that's enough - you don't need to learn Occlumency anymore." Snape waved his hands around as if to shoo away a fly.

……

"That's basically the situation." Harry held the glass of juice in his hand and looked at Louis with a worried look on his face: "Louis, Professor Snape, uh - I mean -"

"He won't bear a grudge against you." Louis shrugged: "This is the power of love, see - this is what Feiyangyang is like."

"What's Boiling Sheep?" Harry asked confusedly.

Louis patted his shoulder and said nothing.

After a while, Harry raised his head again and mustered up the courage to ask, "Actually, I always hated Professor Snape before, but ever since I saw this memory of his, I always felt that... um... that is, my father..."

"Your father is a great man, you shouldn't doubt him." Louis patted Harry's shoulder and said with a smile: "Maybe there are some frictions between him and Professor Snape, but..." He organized his words and made up a plausible reason: "But the responsibility lies with both parties, not just your father."

"But my father's conflicts weren't just with Snape." Harry always said embarrassing words like Lin Daiyu: "I saw, I saw my father walking in the corridor, bullying other students, I saw it with my own eyes... He was just like Malfoy who bullied Neville in the first grade..."

"Ah this..." Louis didn't know what to say.

You, my child, are so filial that it drives me crazy.

(End of this chapter)