[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

On Sunday morning, Harry went to the Ministry of Magic to attend the trial. Jane also got up early that day. She could feel that Harry was actually very nervous. Although he pretended to be indifferent on the surface, his clenched fists still betrayed over him.

"It'll be fine." Jane reached out and patted Harry's shoulder: "Dumbledore won't let you be expelled, otherwise this would be sending you to your death."

"I know." Harry nodded and followed Mr. Weasley out.

None of them was in the mood for work this morning, even the Weasleys were out of their minds, and everyone was worried about Harry.It wasn't until Harry came back at noon to tell them that the Ministry's charges had been dropped that they all regained their energy.

"I knew it all along!" Ron shouted, punching the air with his fists, "You can always get away with it!"

"They're sure to acquit you," said Hermione, who looked faintly nervous, and now she was covering her eyes with a trembling hand. "There's no reason to convict you, not at all."

"Even though you all knew I'd be fine, everyone seemed relieved," Harry said with a smile.

"I knew it." Jane happily gave Harry a hug, sincerely happy for his safety.

Harry wanted Jane to comfort him before going out, so he reached out and patted Jane on the shoulder: "Thank you, Jane."

Mrs. Weasley was wiping tears with her apron as Fred, George and Ginny did a kind of war dance, singing over and over, "He's all right, he's all right, he's all right!"

"Enough! Be quiet!" cried Mr. Weasley, seemingly unable to bear the noise of the children, but with a smile on his face.Then he said to Sirius, who was standing by, "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy is in the Ministry—"

"What?" Sirius asked cautiously.

"He's all right, he's all right, he's all right!" the Weasley twins and Ginny were still singing, drowning out the voices of Sirius and Mr. Weasley.

"Quiet, quiet, you three!" Mr. Weasley shouted to them again, and then said: "Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on the ninth floor, and then they went into Fudge's office together. The matter Dumbledore should have known."

"Exactly, we'll tell him, don't worry," said Sirius.

"Okay, I gotta go, there's another puking toilet waiting for me at Bethnar Green. I'll probably be back later, Molly, I'll replace Tonks, but Kingsley might come over for dinner— —” said Mr. Weasley, hurriedly leaving the kitchen.

In the following time, everyone is actively preparing for lunch.Suddenly, the originally dark and gloomy house became full of enthusiasm, and the gloom accumulated in everyone's hearts suddenly dissipated.

During the meal, Jane sat beside Harry. Ron and Harry were discussing the trial with great interest, while Jane and Hermione were discussing the "Underage Wizard Protection Act".

Just when Jane was about to take a sip of the thick soup, Harry, who was sitting beside him, suddenly lowered his voice and let out a low voice. The voice was so soft that it was immediately covered by the noise of the crowd, but Jane had already heard it. .She turned her head and saw Harry stretching out his hand to cover her forehead, and she immediately understood that it was his scar: "What's wrong?"

"Scars." Harry said vaguely, "It's okay, it happens a lot now."

After listening to Harry's words, Jane didn't care as much as Harry thought. She remembered that Harry's scar would also ache last semester, and then Voldemort became stronger.But at this moment, she didn't want to discuss this issue with Harry under such circumstances. First, she didn't want to affect everyone's mood, and second, she didn't want to worry Mrs. Weasley.So Jane just nodded and said nothing.

It's just that after the meal, Jane secretly pulled Harry to a place where no one was around, and asked in a low voice, "Does your scar often hurt recently?"

"Yes." Harry didn't seem to want to talk about this issue, he spoke a little fast: "And he still dreams."

"Dreaming?" Jane asked, "Like you did last year? You said you met Voldemort, and then he killed a Muggle, remember?"

"Yes, it's the same as last year, and more often." Harry became a little annoyed: "I always dream of a dark corridor, and then I don't know anything."

"Did you tell Dumbledore?" Jane asked.

"What do you want me to say?" Harry's tone was mocking: "Do you want me to say to Dumbledore, 'Professor, I have been having nightmares recently, and my scars often hurt.' Jane, Dumbledore has no time to care These."

"No, he will care about this, you should tell him." Jane said: "This is not a small matter."

At this time, Mrs. Weasley's footsteps were heard outside.The footsteps were getting closer, and Harry lowered his voice and finally said, "If he really cares, I'll tell him."

After saying this, Harry walked out.Then they saw Mrs. Weasley standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at them suspiciously: "What are you doing here?"

"Just to discuss about Harry's thesis, he didn't do his homework this summer, but school is about to start." Jane said.

"Okay." Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to believe Jane's words very much, but she also had no evidence that Jane and Harry were lying to her: "If this is the case, you'd better go back to your room to discuss, I think Hermione would be happy help."

The question about Harry's dissertation was just an excuse for Jane to put off Mrs. Weasley, but in fact it happened to be hit by Jane, and Harry's dissertation was indeed not finished.So in the next few days, Harry not only had to clean up, but also finished the rest of his homework with the help of Hermione and Jane.Until the last day before the start of school, Harry finished writing all the papers left behind.Hogwarts' new year's book list also arrived, and Jane was still packing her suitcases in her room to get ready for the start of school tomorrow.

"I can't believe it!" Hermione screamed, her tone full of joy.

Jane turned her head and saw a badge in Hermione's hand.It was a prefect badge, she had seen it on Percy's chest.

"Congratulations." Jane raised the corners of her lips slightly, and put her folded clothes into the box: "I believe your parents will be very happy."

Hermione blushed with excitement: "I think Harry received such a badge too-oh, I have to ask Harry to borrow the Headway, and I have to tell Mom and Dad the news!"

With that said, Hermione blew out like a gust of wind.

Jane locked her suitcase, put the suitcase at the foot of the bed, and dusted the bed.

Then Hermione rushed back again, with a snow-white owl on her shoulder.Hermione rushed to the desk as soon as she got back, and she got out her quill and parchment and started writing letters home.

Jane left the room, only to hear Mrs Weasley's cheers and Ron's excited voice from downstairs.Frowning slightly, when she passed by Harry's room, she saw Harry standing there expressionlessly through the half-open door, looking a little lonely.