[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

"Just when he came back from the Department of Mysteries this time, Dumbledore told me many secrets that he never told me, about me and Voldemort." Harry pursed his lips, looking a little nervous: "When Voldemort It didn't kill me because my mother's blood protected me. Dumbledore told me that it was an ancient blood magic, and as long as this blood was still in Voldemort, it would not hurt me. But because of the accident that night, Although Voldemort didn't kill me, he also left this scar on my forehead, which led to a connection between our two minds." When he said this, Harry paused, he Feeling a little nervous and not even knowing how to speak would be better: "I once wondered if I would be controlled by Voldemort, just this Christmas."

Jane glanced at Harry in surprise, thinking that she had indeed heard Hermione and Ron talk about it at Christmas—Harry was worried about whether he would become Voldemort's influence, for which he had sequestered himself.But Harry was relieved later because Ginny told him what it meant to be truly controlled.

"But I don't think you know what happened yesterday after you left," said Harry.

"what happened?"

"I'm controlled by Voldemort." Harry said unnaturally, "It's a real control, I feel my body is out of control, I want to attack Professor Dumbledore - I want to kill him!" said When he got here, there was a look of panic on Harry's face, and Jane reached out and patted him on the shoulder, wanting to bring him some comfort.Harry continued: "But I didn't do it in the end, because I controlled it-in fact, what I want to say is," Harry looked at Jane firmly, and said, "No matter how cruel the war is, it has already happened Now, we have to face it - we have to beat him so no one else gets hurt."

Jane looked into Harry's emerald eyes full of conviction, as beautiful as emeralds in the sunlight.Looking at those eyes, Jane didn't know why the anxiety and boredom in her heart began to dissipate, and a feeling of relief brewed in her heart.

"You're right." Jane raised her lips, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Harry froze for a moment, completely unexpected that Jane would say this suddenly, he nodded a little awkwardly: "Oh, thank you... um... miss my mother—I mean, many people say mine Eyes like my mother."

Jane looked at him and laughed: "I think your mother must be a beautiful woman."

Harry dug out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Jane.

Jane took it over, and there was a woman and a man in the picture, they were hugging each other and smiling happily.Jane recognized Harry's parents at a glance, because his messy hair resembled his father's, and his facial features were also similar.But it was true, as Harry said, that his eyes resembled his mother's.The woman in the photo had emerald green eyes, exactly like Harry's.

"She is so beautiful." Jane admired: "You are very similar to your father, they look very happy."

She handed the photo back to Harry. Harry put the photo away and smiled at Jane: "Sirius told me that they are very affectionate and their relationship has always been very good."

They sat on the edge of the North Lake for a while before returning to Gryffindor. Because the holiday was approaching, the professors no longer assigned them a lot of homework. Many fifth grade students were playing in the lounge, or Went to the Quidditch pitch.After Jane finished dinner with Harry, they went to the school hospital together.

After almost two hours in the school hospital, they were kicked out by Madam Pomfrey.On the way back to the dormitory, Jane said goodbye to Harry.

There were only Jane and Susan in the dormitory that night.

Susan went to bed very early, and Jane stayed up until midnight before getting up from the bed, wrapped in a cloak, and walked outside the bedroom.She quietly left the dormitory and opened the door of the common room. The fat lady muttered a word of complaint for this.Walking in the dark corridor, Jane didn't dare to light up her wand, she was worried that it would attract the attention of Filch and the teachers watching the night.

Jane sneaked to the door of the cellar, she said the password and walked in, then closed the door lightly.

Snape had apparently fallen asleep, as there was no sound in the office.The fire was still burning in the grate, but not as vigorously.Jane walked towards the bedroom by the light from the fireplace, but just when she was about to touch the bedroom door, the originally closed door was suddenly opened.Snape stood there in a gray shirt, frowning tightly, as if Jane had caused him some kind of trouble and annoyance again.

He said impatiently: "It's already one o'clock in the morning. I assume you still know the current time and the school's rules, then you shouldn't be here right now, but on your bed, Gene."

"I didn't come here just to hear what you said, Professor Snape." Jane didn't care about the displeasure in Snape's tone at all, she took a few steps forward, pushed open the bedroom door vigorously and walked from his walked in.

Snape watched Jane walk into his bedroom, knowing that there was no way he could get her out of here.He closed the bedroom door again and lit the candles in the bedroom with his wand.

Jane looked at the bed that Snape had thrown back. It was obvious that she had disturbed his good dreams, but she didn't feel apologetic at all.She took off her cloak and hung it on the armchair beside her, then turned to look at Snape standing behind her: "I think you already knew that I found Professor Dumbledore this morning, he Talk to me about the arrangements for this summer vacation."

Snape no longer looked at Jane so angrily, he turned his face and sat down by the bed: "Then you agreed to Dumbledore's arrangement, didn't you?"

Jane stared at Snape, but he avoided her eyes: "Then you can tell me what to do if I disagree with Dumbledore. You put yourself in this dangerous situation, I advise you But you don’t want to go back and be a spy, but you haven’t consulted my opinion at all.” Jane’s mouth curled into a self-deprecating smile, “What else can I do other than cooperate with you and Dumbledore, even though I’m I don’t know anything, let alone why you did it!”

"What else did he say to you?" Snape wanted to change the subject, he didn't want to discuss this issue with Jane, because he didn't want the quarrel in the morning to last until bedtime at night.

"He can't tell me what I want to know. I don't think there is anything to talk about between me and him. What's more, I know that the purpose of his talking to me is nothing but Harry's affairs." Jane said coldly.