[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

After pestering the poor Potions professor for a month, Jane still didn't find out where Snape lived, which made her have an urge to ask for help from hell—she believed in Mammon They must be able to help her find out everything about Snape.But the problem was that there was a time difference between hell and the world, maybe before her letter was sent to hell, she already knew where Snape's address was.

Just when Jane was thinking about how to get Snape's address, Hedway suddenly appeared with Harry's letter.The snow-white owl threw the letter in front of Jane, then patted and stood on the windowsill.The two birds, one black and one white, looked at each other, which made Jane wonder if they could communicate with each other—after all, they were not ordinary birds.

Opening the letter Harry sent her, Jane read it carefully——

Dear Jane:

I wish you all the best for your holiday, I don't know if you are still in the UK, maybe you are currently on holiday abroad.If you are abroad now, I can't wait to know what gift you will bring us back this time.

Everything is going well with me, except that Dudley is still on his weight loss program and I'm being implicated (and my food has been cut down), but the rest is fine.Maybe the Dursleys are afraid my godfather will turn them all into bats, and they're afraid to get mad at me now.

However, this morning, for some unknown reason, my scar actually hurt again.The last time it hurt, it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts.I guess he can't be near me now, can he?You know how cursed scars can hurt after many years?Forgive me for not asking Hermione about this question, she will definitely ask me questions, you know she is always special and a little fussy.

Finally, I hope you have a good trip.

Harry

After reading Harry's letter, Jane was not in a hurry to reply, but turned around and left her room to go to the study.

This was the first letter Harry had written to her this holiday, perhaps because he thought she was traveling abroad so he hadn't written to her.Jane guessed that if it wasn't for his scar hurting again, she might not have heard from Harry by now.

When she came to the study, she found a letter that Asmodeus had given her."Detailed Explanation of Wizard Spells" was written on the black cowhide cover, and the pages inside were hard, yellow, and very old.The written records in the book are all written in Hell, and Jane guessed that it might have been written by Asmodeus himself.Because the records in this book are very old, Jane did not find any records about the Death Curse in it, perhaps because wizards had not yet invented the Imperius Curse in ancient times.However, there are many death curses and torture curses recorded in it, of all kinds and types.Regardless of the comment above, there is no aftereffect of the Death Curse - perhaps no one can escape from the Death Curse like Harry.

Frowning slightly, Jane put the book back on the shelf again.She went to the desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and began to write to Snape—

Dear Professor Snape:

Just an hour earlier I had received a text from Harry telling me his scar was starting to hurt again.The last time he was in pain was when the mysterious man appeared.I checked the information about the death curse, and found nothing useful.I think you'd better discuss this matter with Professor Dumbledore, after all, this is not a good phenomenon.

love you jane

After writing the letter, Jane returned to the room and asked the Hellcrow to deliver the letter to Snape.Then she wrote back to Harry, telling him not to worry, she has already started researching on this issue, and by the way, she is still in the UK and has not left.At the same time, she asked Hedway to bring some biscuits to Harry, so that he would have something to eat when he was hungry-he was already very thin, and if he participated in his cousin's weight loss plan, he might be blown away by a strong wind .

In the evening, Jane received a reply from Snape. What he wrote in the letter was very simple, he just asked her to pay attention to Harry's condition, and didn't say much about the rest.Jane looked at the parchment in disappointment. She didn't know why she hoped that Snape could write on it, even a single word, to greet her.

Sitting alone at the dining table, Jane lost the desire to eat for the first time this summer.She turned her head to look at the hellcrow outside the window, the black bird was looking at her with its head tilted.

Jane pursed her lips and left from the table.

She started to write a second letter to Snape, the content of the letter was surprisingly simple, only one sentence - I really miss you.

Watching the Hellcrow fly away with her letter, Jane couldn't tell what she felt: she had given up hope that Snape would tell her the address.He will never let himself appear in front of him, after all, his heart has never really belonged to her for a moment.That big black, greasy bat was always so ruthless to her that sometimes she wondered what his heart was made of—it was probably full of stones and iron.She didn't know how long her love for Snape could last, sometimes even she herself didn't have any hope for the relationship between the two.But every time she questioned her heart, Snape would always do something that made her sink deeper and deeper.Like the time in the Forbidden Forest, or the time on the Quidditch pitch.He was always pulling her down like a vicious vine, while suffering, wishing he could speed up the fall.

Jane packed up the uneaten dinner, and sat alone on the swing in the garden, silently watching the sunset slowly, and the twilight devouring the light of the sky little by little.

"Is God's favorite going to sit here until tomorrow morning, to see if I can turn myself into a stake in one night's time?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind Jane, and the familiar voice made Jane think for a moment that she had some kind of auditory hallucination—an unrealistic hallucination caused by thinking too much.

Jane's hand holding the swing began to tremble. She stared wide-eyed at the empty night in front of her, as if she didn't hear the voice behind her.Because she was afraid that this was just a dream she had, unrealistic and ridiculous.So she didn't dare to look back at all, until the blackness deeper than the night circled in front of her from behind, and she really saw the face that made her think about it day and night, and she realized that everything was not her hallucinations.