HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

The familiar feeling of weightlessness made Harry quickly realize that the ornament that Licorice had was indeed a Pensieve.

Harry was standing in a house.

Does this house look old?

Could this be Licorice's home?

While Harry was still trying to determine where he was, he suddenly heard a wolf howling.

"Oooooooo-"

Why are there wolves here?

Harry's heart tightened, he was worried that something might happen to Licorice.

This is her memory, Lycoris should be fine.

Harry comforted himself and suppressed his worry about Licorice.

What happened next was completely beyond Harry's imagination.

A giant wolf stood up, looking exactly like the werewolf in the book.

A werewolf attacks a boy who happens to have a face that Harry hates.

How could it be Professor Snape?

The teenage Professor Snape in front of him looked very young and had a pale face.

He used his wand to skillfully cast spells on the werewolf, but he was no match for the werewolf on his own.

Harry's heart ached as he saw Professor Snape being thrown to the ground.

Harry picked up his wand and cast a spell to help - to no avail.

Just as the werewolf opened its mouth and was about to bite Professor Snape's throat, a red light knocked the werewolf away.

The werewolf fell heavily to the ground, and Harry saw clearly who was coming.

That person had a face almost identical to his own, with light brown eyes full of anger, "Sirius! Do you know what you are doing? You are killing people!"

"James, this is a slug." Sirius didn't care about Severus Snipe's life or death, and answered James in a relaxed tone, "Don't be so angry."

"Have you ever thought about what to do with him when you do this? He was confused when he turned into a werewolf, but he has his memories after he recovers!" James pointed his wand at Lupin, who was standing up again in werewolf form with a fierce look on his face, and frowned, "Stop talking nonsense, help me suppress him."

"But James, I tricked him here with great difficulty..." Sirius frowned, and seeing that James was really angry, he took out his wand from his robe.

"I don't need your help." Snape stood up and took out his wand.

"James, don't worry about him! Don't you think he can do it?" Sirius grabbed James and watched with glee as Snotlout was knocked unconscious.

"Don't make things difficult for Dumbledore." James said softly, picked up his wand and rushed forward.

"James!" Sirius watched James rush forward, looked back, and rushed forward as well.

Harry followed his gaze and saw a mouse squatting not far away - it looked exactly like Scabbers.

The two of them worked together to suppress the wolf.

Harry emerged from the cold darkness in a way that was very similar to diving into the Black Lake.

Whose memory is this!

Harry stood beside the Pensieve, still in a trance.

Professor Snape's?

The Godfather's?

Peter Pettigrew's?

It can't be my father's, right?

"Knock, knock, knock--" Lycoris's knock on the door woke Harry up, and he quickly ran back to sit on the sofa.

Lycoris poked her head in, closed the door, and asked with a smile, "Harry, shall we continue?"

"I feel a little unwell." Harry shook his head, his face pale. "Can we come back tomorrow?"

"If you really feel uncomfortable, you can try to find Madam Pomfrey." Lycoris sat down and looked at Potter with concern.

"Okay, I'm leaving first!" Harry left in a hurry, with a lot on his mind.

Lykolis watched him go and raised an eyebrow at her Pensieve.

Judging from his performance, he should have seen it all.