[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

"The opponent doesn't know what spell you're going to cast," said Hermione, "and that gives you a split-second advantage."

"This answer is literally copied from "Standard Spells, Level Six," Snape said contemptuously, and Malfoy, who was sitting by the side, sneered in the corner, "but it is basically correct. Yes, Shi There is a kind of surprise that can be achieved by not saying the spell aloud when doing magic. Of course, not all wizards can do this. It takes a lot of concentration and willpower, and some people," his His eyes stayed on Harry's face, "No."

Jane guessed that Snape might be because Harry had learned Occlumency from him last year, when Snape seemed to have told her that Harry had trouble concentrating.

"Now you're in teams of two," Snape went on, "and one tries to cast a jinx on the other without saying aloud. The other tries to repel the jinx, also under silence. let's start."

Everyone drew their wands, and practiced in groups of two, as Snape had said.Jane and Hermione were in a group, standing next to Harry and Ron.Hermione waved her wand, trying to focus, but she still couldn't cast the Disarming Charm on Jane.Snape wandered among them, dragging his robes, as before, like a giant bat, stopping to watch Harry and Ron practice hard.Ron's face was flushed and his mouth was tightly closed, afraid that he would not be able to resist the temptation to whisper the spell.Harry held his wand in fear, waiting to knock back a spell that seemed never to be cast.

"That's awful, Weasley," said Snape, looking at it for a moment. "Come—let me show you—"

Before he could speak, he suddenly turned his wand on Harry, who reacted instinctively, forgetting all about the silent spell, and shouted, "Armor for protection!"

Harry's Iron Armor Charm was so powerful that Snape was knocked off balance and smashed against a table.The whole class turned their heads, and Jane stood there in amazement as if she hadn't realized that Harry had actually attacked Snape - even though it was a defensive spell.

Snape struggled to get his footing, scowling, "Do you remember when I told you we were practicing silent spells, Potter?"

"Yeah," Harry said stiffly.

"Remember, sir."

"Don't call me 'sir', Professor," said Harry automatically.As a result, when she realized it, several students around her gasped in surprise, including Hermione.And Jane couldn't hold back, and almost laughed out loud.Behind Snape, Ron, Dean and Seamus smiled appreciatively.

"In detention, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said. "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter . . . even the savior."

In this class, no one was successful about silent spells.Although Jane could use the silent spell as early as the first year and was caught by Snape on the spot, it was thanks to the wand.Now without that magic wand, Jane's strength is not enough to control the silent spell.This was a blow to Jane.

When the get out of class was over, all the students rushed out of the classroom, only Jane was still procrastinating there.She planned to talk to Snape after the people had left for a while, about him becoming their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and she also wanted to know what happened during this holiday, why Dumbledore There will be such a situation.

Snape also seemed to notice Jane lingering there, but instead of throwing her out of the classroom, he closed the door behind him with a wave of his wand.

In the entire classroom, there were only the two of them left at once.In the room, it seemed to become darker.The beating candlelight made the photos on the wall more distorted and terrifying, but Jane didn't have the heart to pay attention to them at the moment.She stood watching Snape not far from him, her hand in her robes clutching her wand tightly.

"Gene, I think you must have something to tell me when you stay, rather than some unimportant things." Snape used his wand to clean up the desks messed up by the students, and put the chairs back.

Jane stood there, looking at Snape's back with indelible sadness in her heart: "I want to know..." The grievances filled with grievances inexplicably fermented from the bottom of her heart when she saw Snape, and Jane She didn't understand why she had such strange emotions, she thought she should talk to him rationally, instead of speaking with this choked, hoarse, little woman's look and voice.So after saying a few more words, she was choked by the emotion that filled her throat, making it difficult for her to utter another word.

But Snape seemed to understand what he was talking about briefly. After he packed the desk and chairs, he turned around slowly. There was no expression on his sallow face, and his eyes were more empty than in class. Some, at this time he looked very cold and indifferent: "You want to know why I became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Jane couldn't speak, she was afraid that she would throw herself into his arms sadly, like a poor little girl.From the bottom of her heart, she didn't allow herself to show such weakness in front of Snape. Even though this weakness was caused by Snape, she didn't want to make herself look weak.So she just stood there, stiff as a piece of wood, and nodded.

"I don't think there's much to explain. You should be well aware that I apply to Dumbledore for the position every year, and he just doesn't approve," said Snape. "If you want to know why, I'm sorry, but I really can't come up with any good excuses, and I don't have to tell you everything. I think you know very well that you are not my wife, although we sleep in the same bed, occasionally."

Snape's words made Jane hold her breath, and she felt that the grievance and anxiety in her chest were being evaporated by a flame.But the flame was so strange, it didn't bring her any warmth, instead it blocked her blood vessels like ice, making her hands and feet feel cold.But it was precisely because of this coldness that her mind cleared up a lot, at least she found that she could speak again.

"Occasionally? Just sleeping on the same bed?" Jane's voice was very sharp. To be exact, even she herself did not expect her voice to become so sharp, like a stretched steel wire.But at this moment, she couldn't care about her voice anymore, what she cared about was what Snape said just now, "Do you think I'm just your mistress! Professor! Or even not a mistress, it's just that you have been there for a long time one of my bedmates!"

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Supplement 25

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