[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

After lunch they went to the Quidditch pitch, where Jane and Hermione sat in the stands watching Ron go through the keeper selection.

"It looks like Ron will meet his opponent." Jane looked at the burly boy who easily stopped Ginny's three serves on the field, and said, "I think Ron must be very nervous now, if the boy before him put all the Catch all the balls and Ron must feel like he's lost hope - he's always nervous around people, isn't he?"

Hermione's face was ugly, her hands were tightly clenched together and she looked extremely nervous.Just as the boy was about to stop Ginny's last ball, Jane felt Hermione's lips move slightly, and the boy then lunged in the opposite direction.

"It's really unexpected." Jane raised her eyebrows and said meaningfully.

Hermione blushed and pretended not to hear.

With one less rival, Ron easily won the goalkeeper position.He looked very happy, and he stopped complaining on the way to see Hagrid.

Hagrid was, indeed, annoyed that none of the four of them had chosen Care of Fantastic Beasts, but he forgave them quickly.Because they have been looking for all kinds of reasons to comfort Hagrid, and Hagrid is also worried and sad because his old friend Aragog, a giant spider, is getting worse.They stayed at Hagrid's all afternoon, and they didn't return to the castle until dinner was approaching.

As they were about to enter the Great Hall to eat, Professor Slughorn appeared in front of them, blocking their way.He exclaimed enthusiastically, twiddling the tip of the walrus' whiskers with his fingers, puffing his belly: "Harry, Harry, that's the man I want to see! I just want to stop you before dinner! Come to me for dinner tonight." How about a potluck? We had a little soiree with just a few rising stars. I had McLaggen, Zabini, and the stunning Melinda Bobin - don't know if you I know her, her family owns a large chain of pharmacies—and, of course, I very much hope that Miss Granger will also appreciate it." Slughorn finally said, bowed slightly to Hermione, and said As if Ron and Jane didn't exist at all, they didn't even look at them.

This feeling made Jane a little uncomfortable, as if she was not respected.But she didn't do or say anything, because she really didn't want to have much contact with Slughorn-it wasn't necessary.

"I can't come, Professor," said Harry hastily, "I'm going to be locked up with Professor Snape."

"Oh, my God!" said Slughorn, his face drawn into a funny face. "My God, my God, I'm counting on you, Harry! Well, I'll just Talk to Severus, explain the situation, and I'm sure I can persuade him to postpone your confinement. Well, see you later, both of you!" With that, he hurried out of the auditorium.

"There's no way he's going to convince Snape," said Harry, waiting until Slughorn was out of hearing. "This detention has already been postponed once. Snape saw Dumbledore last time." In terms of face, he will never put it off for anyone again."

"Oh, I wish you could come, I don't want to go alone!" said Hermione anxiously.

"I'm afraid you won't go alone. Ginny is probably invited too." Ron said angrily. Slughorn's neglect of him seemed to bother him, and he didn't care like Jane.

By the time they were back in the Gryffindor common room that evening, Demelza had brought Harry a message from Snape: "He said you'd have to be in his office at 08:30 tonight for detention - er —It doesn't matter how many people invite you to the party. He also asked me to inform you that your task is to sort the rotten Flobber caterpillars from the good ones. Say you don't need protective gloves."

Snape always liked to torture students in this way, and he had a little trick that didn't hurt but could make people suffer, especially for Harry.

When Jane heard Demelza's words, she paused for a while on her way back to the dormitory, and then continued walking without turning around.Back in the dormitory, she lay on the bed, looking at the dark night sky outside the window alone.

By the time Hermione came back from outside the dormitory, Jane had already fallen into a deep sleep.In the dream, she dreamed that she was standing on a black stone road with no end in sight.She walked forward according to her feeling, and gradually saw a touch of deep green.This green has a bright light that makes her feel warm and cozy.She kept approaching the green light source until a fiery red mass appeared in front of her.

Jane could feel that this should be a person, and it was also a woman.

She has long silver-white hair and is wearing a red dress that is in full swing.A pair of eyes are as black as midnight, staring at her, as if with some kind of calling.

An undeniable sense of familiarity surged in Jane's heart, but she felt that she had never seen her before.

She wanted to open her mouth to ask something, but Jane found that she couldn't open her mouth at all, so she could only stare blankly at the other party stretching out a slender hand.Then, she saw that she also stretched out her hand, and then placed it in the middle of that hand.

A strange warmth came from her palm.

She was pulled forward by the girl in the red dress, and they walked towards the green light source together.

They kept going like this, and when Jane thought they would go forever, the black cross road finally came to an end.An extremely huge tree was planted there, covering the sky and the sun, and the crown of the tree could not be seen when looking up.The tree was about a few hundred meters thick. Jane had never seen such a thick tree, nor had she seen such a tall tree. It seemed that this tree connected the sky and the ground.

The woman in the red dress let go of her hand, and she walked forward as if she had received some kind of summon.But just when she was about to reach out and caress the trunk of the tree, she felt a violent shaking.

Opening her eyes, Hermione's face was magnified.

"Hey, Jane, it's time to get up, you'll be late." Hermione stood up and left Jane's bed, "Today's first class is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, I don't think you would think going to be late."

Jane shook her head, sat up from the bed, covered her head with her hands, and was still thinking about the scene she had just dreamed about.But no matter how she thought about it, she never understood what kind of face the woman in red had, nor did she want to understand what kind of tree it was.