[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

The Bulgarian team's mascots were the Veevas, a group of extremely beautiful girls who attracted everyone's attention and Ron nearly jumped from the stands.Jane didn't think how beautiful these veela could be. Maybe she met the witch of hell when she was in hell, and that was the ruthless character that really attracted people to sink.In the mid-heaven world, the descendants of the Nine-Tails clan.They are far more beautiful than Veela, and more deceptive.

The Leprechaun, the mascot of the Irish national team, was a huge, green and gold thing that flew into the stadium like a giant comet.This scene was so beautiful that Jane couldn't help but think of the beauty of the Yudai Galaxy.The thousands of stars swept past like a river, and countless meteors flew past the eyes.That scene used to be her and Zhirui's favorite.

After the performances of various countries came the competition. Jane sat silently watching the competition in front of her. The noise around her seemed to have nothing to do with her at all. Even Ron's shouts were about to penetrate her eardrums and she didn't wrinkle. Brow—she wasn't really interested in Quidditch—but she came anyway.

why?

Thinking about this question, Jane turned her face slightly, and saw Harry standing excitedly on the seat with his fists clenched, and the letter Snape wrote to her couldn't help but appear in her mind—be optimistic about Potter.

In fact, even without Snape's confession, she would still be optimistic about Harry - although she always understood why Snape always paid so much attention to Harry, but she thought that one day she would know the answer to this.

While Jane was distracted by these questions, the game was finally over and Ireland won by ten points over Bulgaria.

"Ireland won!" Bagman shouted, seemingly dazed by the sudden end of the game: "Krum caught the Snitch - but Ireland won - God, I don't think any of us I expected it to end like this!"

"This is really unexpected!" George shouted loudly.

"Great, we won the bet!" Fred laughed and said, "I knew the Irish team would win."

The game ended amidst the din, surrounded by the deluge of the crowd leaving the stadium to return to camp.As they walked back down the lantern-lit passage, there was a rough song in the night air, and leprechauns flew above them, waving their lanterns, and rattling.

They returned to their tents, and the boys were still talking about the game.Jane is still full of energy because she slept all afternoon, but she didn't join the topic of Quidditch.She ran out of the tent by herself to go shopping. It was very lively outside, and the vendors did not evacuate because the game was over.

Jane was shuttling through the crowd, and suddenly she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.Turning around abruptly, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Hi, Jane, what a coincidence, I met you here." The person who spoke was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of deep dark eyes and short black hair.The skin is fair, with a pearl-like soft light in the night.His lips are thin and turned up at the corners, a bit like death's blade.

"It's you!" Jane's eyes widened in surprise. She looked around and found that no one noticed them. She immediately grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him to an empty corner.

"Hey baby, you're so warm," he said. "It's only been a few days, and you seem to have changed your temperament. Oh, and of course, your looks—it's so different, it's ugly— I really have to say God that old guy is getting less and less aesthetically savvy."

"Stop!" Jane shook off his hand and made a stop motion.At this time, they came to a forest, and there was no one around in the dark, but they could also hear the noise coming from the direction they came from.Jane took a deep breath, and she stared at those shiny black eyes in the dark night: "Why did you come here? How could you come here—I mean——" Jane looked at the other party with narrow eyes Suddenly, she felt a little silly for asking such a question: Although he is the enemy of God, God cannot keep him in hell forever, not to mention that no one told her that hell cannot lead to the human world.So Jane curled her tongue and didn't know how to express her inner surprise for a while, so she shrugged and said, "Your appearance really surprised me."

"It's nothing unexpected. It's not the first time I've come to the world. I thought you've been here for so long, and you've heard some legends about me," he said.

"Oh, of course, it's written in the Bible, I've read the Bible. Of course there are other books, there are many, but I thought it was just a fabrication, just like many people think that Asmodeus is a satyr , In fact, he can blush when he talks to people innocently." Jane said: "But——I think I have to change my thinking now."

"Yes." The other party raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Jane took a deep breath, changed the topic, and looked at him fixedly: "Okay, let's not talk about this—how did you come to this world?"

"Playing." The boy said with a smile, "I heard Raphael said that you became a wizard—"

"Have you seen Raphael?"

"Yes, I was drinking with Mammon and talking about the Kembat Mountains."

Hearing the Kembat Mountains, Jane's complexion suddenly became weird, and she looked at him suspiciously: "Don't tell me you agree with Mammon's plan?"

"Oh, it's not my decision, it's Lucifer's business." The young man grinned, obviously amused by Jane: "Even if Mammon gets the formalities from me, Lucifer won't I will agree. No one is willing to let others visit their residence, and it is public. What's more, we all know what kind of character Lucifer is."

"So - Mammon's plan will still be aborted - even if you agree." Jane said firmly.

The other party smiled and did not speak.

"Okay, then you heard Raphael say from Mammon that I came to the world and became a wizard, and then?" Jane returned to the previous topic: "Does this have anything to do with your appearance?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, it reminds me of an incident that I almost forgot." The boy said, "I just went back to the world to see the development of the story. After all, there is something about me in it." Credit."

"What's the matter?" Jane asked.

"This is an interesting little game, but I don't want to tell you now." The boy seemed to be trying to whet her appetite, and winked at her slyly: "Don't worry, I'm not here to create any crisis. The world is dead Too many people will only be a burden to heaven and hell, not to mention the war is coming soon."

"I don't know--"

"Then don't understand it yet." The young man interrupted Jane, and his index finger was on Jane's lips, stopping her lips that were about to speak: "You let Raphael take a beating , I thought you loved him very much, until I saw him pull out Lucifer's feathers, I didn't know that you might hate him."

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