[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

Everything is as Percy said in the letter, and Umbridge's rights are being further expanded. She has transformed into a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic and has the right to investigate every professor.Many of the teachers' lessons had been graded by her, but Jane didn't see her writing and drawing with the registration form in her hand until the Transfiguration class began, and she also asked some basic questions of the teachers.

Prior to this, they had attended Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. In the class, Harry had another dispute with Umbridge, and thus got the penalty of confinement.

Jane felt a little headache about Harry's impulsiveness. She could feel that Umbridge had been targeting Harry all the time, and Harry had always liked to hit Umbridge's gun.She believed that if Harry had been half as patient with Umbridge as he had been with Snape, maybe he wouldn't have been in detention.

When it was evening, Harry planned to go to Umbridge for detention.But before going, Jane stopped him.

"Take this and stuff it into your sleeve." Jane handed a black feather to Harry.

Harry looked at the black feather in Jane's hand, and felt that this feather was a little different from the feathers of ordinary birds.Although it is black, it looks a bit like a crow or a feather, but there is a circle of black light around this feather.This layer of light is very faint. If he hadn't stared at the feather without blinking, he might not have noticed it at all.

"What is this?" Harry picked up the feather, feeling an indescribable discomfort oppressing his heart and making him gasp, which made his whole face pucker up.

"Small props." Jane said, and then stuffed her wand into his arms: "Take my wand too."

"Oh——" Harry was a little caught off guard by Jane, but he soon found that when he held Jane's wand in his hand, the discomfort that had been suppressed in his heart disappeared instantly.A slight warmth spread between him, and Harry suspected that Jane often held the wand, which caused the wand itself to have a certain heat: "What are you doing?"

"To make your confinement tonight less uncomfortable." Jane blinked: "Then, don't lose my wand and things, I'll wait for you in the common room."

With that said, Jane left.

Harry looked at the back of Jane leaving, feeling a little confused.But he still decided to follow Jane's advice and take these two things with him, but he couldn't understand Jane—as a wizard, no one had ever given his wand to others, and Jane seemed to do it often—she It seems that he doesn't value his wand very much.

Harry noticed, however, that Jane's clutches looked new, and she obviously tended to them quite often.That said, Jane actually loves her wand very much—yet she often gives her wand to others.

Harry felt that after four years of getting along with Jane, she felt that she did not really understand this friend in many cases.Until now, he had no idea what her parents did.He had been to her home, the villa at the end of Manila Road, but he had never seen her parents, and there was not even a single photo in that house.Of course, there is no picture of Jane either.

Walking into Umbridge's office, it's still the same as every time he's been here before.There are many plates hanging on the wall, and all kinds of cats are locked in the plates.Umbridge sat behind his desk, waiting for his arrival.The content of his punishment today has not changed, and he still copied the sentences.

Harry was prepared to be tortured, but to his surprise, he didn't feel any pain at all when he wrote.His hands didn't bleed and looked fine.But what appeared on the parchment was what he wrote "I must not lie".Umbridge seemed not aware of his abnormality at all, and was writing with his head down.Harry dared not make a sound, thinking that something Jane had given him must have worked.He continued to pretend to write there, wondering how Jane did it.When the punishment was over, Umbridge scratched the back of his hand to check for a wound that didn't exist.

She didn't seem to notice that his arm was intact at all, she smiled with great satisfaction, and then let him go.

Harry thought he was dreaming, and didn't know it was real until he saw Jane back in the common room.Jane helped him avoid Umbridge's punishment, right under Umbridge's nose.

"How did you do it?" Harry came to Jane's side, pulled the black feather out of his sleeve, and then took out Jane's wand.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at the things in Harry's hands curiously.

"What is this?" Ron looked at the things in Harry's hands, and he recognized one of them as Jane's wand: "Is this black feather from a crow?"

"No, it's not a crow's feathers," said Hermione. "A crow's feathers don't grow that long, Ron."

"It's just a prank." Jane took the black feather: "It will make people hallucinate, it's no big deal."

"But it blinded Umbridge, and she thought I was badly hurt," said Harry.

"That's because she wants you to be seriously injured." Jane put the feather back into her pocket, blocking the probing eyes of the three people, and then tucked her wand into the sleeve like Snape did.

The three of them all understood that Jane didn't want to say something, and every time she didn't want to tell them something, she would find a reason to prevaricate them.

"She's a horrible woman, but I think we've found a way to deal with her now." Ron said briskly, "I think next time I'm locked up, I can do the same. Jane, you will lend Mine."

Jane nodded: "Of course."

Hermione still frowned: "This does not solve the fundamental problem. The problem still lies with Umbridge. As long as she is around, many students will be tortured. It is impossible for Jane to put her wand and Things lend to everyone, and I think you all understand what a wand means to a wizard. So, we have to do something about her."

"I suggest poison," said Ron.

"Do you have □?" Jane was slightly surprised.

Ron froze for a moment, and then said: "There are some in Snape's office, we can steal some and put them in Umbridge's pumpkin soup--ah, if this is found out, then it's Snape Pu's question, maybe we-"

"Enough, Ron, Aurors have plenty of ways to find out the truth." Hermione glanced at Jane, and then quickly looked away: "When the time comes, you will be imprisoned in Azka's class!"

"So what do we do?" Harry asked.

"Well, well, I was thinking today..." said Hermione hesitantly, giving Harry a nervous look: "I was thinking - maybe we should just - learn Defense Against the Dark Arts on our own. You You know, we still have an exam this year, and according to Umbridge's method, we will definitely fail the exam. More importantly, if there is really danger, we have no way to protect ourselves."

"So you want us to do Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves?" Harry asked suspiciously, glancing over at Jane over his shoulder.

Jane shrugged her shoulders, saying that she didn't know very well.

"Stop the bullshit, you want to increase our burden?" Ron complained. "Don't you know that Harry and I have another pile of homework left behind, and it's only the second week?"

"But it's much more important than homework!" said Hermione. "I mean, like Harry said in Umbridge's first lesson, we have to be prepared for what's going to be waiting for us outside." Everything. I mean, we gotta make sure we can actually protect ourselves. If we don't learn anything for a whole year—”

"There's not much we can do ourselves," said Ron in a disheartened tone. "I mean, yes, we could go to the library and find some jinxes in the books and practice ourselves, I think—"

"No, I think we're past the stage where we only learn things from books," said Hermione. "We need a teacher, a proper teacher, who can teach us how to use spells, and if we don't do it right, You can also correct us."