[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

"Harry's wand?" Fred asked in surprise from the tent, and he jumped up from the sofa in surprise at the sudden news.

"Mr. Crouch's house-elf?" Percy followed.

With the help of Harry, Ron and Hermione, Mr. Weasley told everyone exactly what happened in the woods.When they were finished, Percy gasped with rage and yelled, "Mr. Crouch should have ridden such a house-elf, I say! She ran away when she was clearly told to stay still..." And embarrassing Master in front of so many Ministry of Magic officials... if she's taken to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for interrogation, it's too—"

"Okay, now is not the time." Jane interrupted Percy, before Hermione.She turned to look at Harry, who was also looking at her.Jane stared into his emerald eyes and said word by word: "Harry, I have something I want to talk to you alone."

For Jane's request, everyone froze in such an atmosphere.But everyone didn't think there was anything abnormal about it. After all these things, everyone understood that Harry needed to care about him, and also needed someone to enlighten him—Jane was a good one.

"Okay, children, go back and rest." Mr. Weasley clapped his hands and coaxed Percy, George and Fred back to his room.Ron obviously wanted to stay, he kept dawdling in his seat, but neither Jane nor Harry seemed to want Ron to stay and listen to their conversation.In the end Hermione pulled Ron away, and they went upstairs together.

There were only Harry and Jane left in the living room, and the surroundings suddenly became empty.

Harry stood there, half knowing what Jane was trying to tell him.In fact, he has always wanted to say what Jane wanted to say, but he couldn't find the time: "I think we can sit down and talk."

"Of course." Jane nodded, she pulled a chair and sat down, then looked at Harry who was still standing there.

Harry looked around, and finally sat down on the couch where Fred had been.He cleared his throat and looked at Jane sitting in front of him: "Okay, what do you want to say? What happened tonight—Mr. Weasley has already said—"

"I don't want to hear something that everyone knows." Jane said patiently: "I want to hear something else—do you know what this mark means tonight?"

"Mark?" Harry looked at Jane suspiciously: "You mean the skeleton."

Jane looked at Harry and shook her head in disappointment: "Harry, you don't know your opponent at all. I suggest you read more books when you have time."

Harry's face blushed unconsciously, and he admitted that he couldn't be like Jane or Hermione, lying in a pile of books every day.

"That's the Dark Mark." Jane said: "The Mysterious Man's Mark. Whenever he or his Death Eaters kill someone, they will leave the Dark Mark on the body or house. This mark is also called It is branded on the left arm of each person who joins the ranks of Death Eaters as a Death Eater mark, as a mark of identification. This passage is the original text of "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."

"What's a Death Eater?" Harry demanded.

Jane sighed, leaned back on the chair, and replied: "The title of the mysterious man's henchmen. His original name was Walpus Knights. They are all supporters and believers of the Dark Lord. Their characteristics are: they are all covered with scars on their left arms. Branded with the Dark Mark, and proficient in black magic. When the mysterious person touches the Dark Mark on one of the Death Eaters, the Dark Mark of the other Death Eaters will also feel it, and they will immediately Apparate Voldemort can also feel the summoning and apparate to him or her when a Death Eater touches the Dark Mark branded on his left arm. This, in "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" also made a key description." Looking at Harry's pensive face, Jane straightened up again.Her eyes were fixed on Harry's body, and her voice was soft and shallow, but she said every word very clearly: "He's coming back, Harry. The war is about to start, and you But you don’t know anything. You don’t know anything about your enemy, you don’t even know his most basic signs. If one day the mysterious man stands in front of your eyes, can you recognize him at a glance? Today’s The markings are a warning - today's riot is no ordinary riot, tents were set on fire, some witches were humiliated, even the Dark Mark appeared - it's a signal."

Facing Jane's words, Harry found that he couldn't answer a word: as Jane said, he knew very little about Voldemort.Although he fought Voldemort twice, he didn't recognize him for the first time—that was his enemy—and killed his parents!

"Jane, help me—you must know something!" Harry said earnestly, he was sure that Jane must know something to say such words to him: "What do you want to tell me? You must know what to do Do!"

"No, I don't know." Jane shook her head, she felt a little tired inexplicably, this kind of fatigue stemmed from Harry's childishness and dependence, suddenly she thought of Zhirui - she used to be as dependent as Harry with someone.Jane took a deep breath, shook her head, trying to drive the tiredness out of her chest and mind: "But I feel that the war is coming—predictable—it will happen sooner or later. You Escaped from the mysterious man, he will seek you for revenge. The only thing I think now is that before the war comes, you should learn more about your enemy-at least you should know what is a Death Eater, what is The Dark Mark. You will be the first to sacrifice when the war is opened."

Harry pursed his lips and nodded, "You're right—I need to get to know him."

Jane reached out and rubbed her face, then changed the subject: "You wrote to me earlier and told me that your scar suddenly started to hurt—"

"Yes." Harry looked a little depressed, maybe what Jane said to him before had an impact, and he looked a little sullen.

"Regularly?" Jane asked.

Harry shook his head: "No, I haven't felt any pain since I wrote you."

"Show me your scars." Jane stood up from her chair and walked towards Harry.

She walked up to Harry and crouched down.Harry pushed his hair back, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

This is the first time that Jane has looked at this scar so carefully, she somehow felt that this scar looked a little different from ordinary scars, but she couldn't tell what was wrong for a while: "This scar... ..."

Harry let down his hair and watched Jane step back a little: "It's been many years."

Jane nodded thoughtfully, and immediately she stood up: "I think I should ask someone about this issue." After saying that, she was about to leave.But after a few steps, Jane stopped again.She looked back at Harry and said seriously, "Please let me know if your scar hurts again, okay?" Harry nodded.Jane twitched the corner of her mouth: "rest. Good night."