[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

Under Snape's sarcasm, Jane lowered her eyes and recounted all the things that happened a few hours ago. The warm fireplace in the office drove away the coldness in her body, and Jane felt more comfortable than before.She took a sip of hot cocoa and glanced at the rocking chair in front of the fireplace.

That was her seat, and she would often sit there and read a book when she was in Snape's office - because it was the warmest place in the entire office.And Snape had never liked being in front of the fireplace, and if it wasn't for her, the rocking chair would never have been there.

She thought the rocking chair should have been thrown out after she had been evicted by him, like her, but in fact it was still here, and it had a blanket on it, which looked very comfortable.

When Snape was studying the necklace, he found that Jane's eyes had been staying on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace. The orange flames illuminated her cheeks as if they were coated with a layer of soft light, making her look very warm and bright.It's just that the sadness on her face and the sadness in her eyes ruined everything, making his heart feel like it was squeezed severely.He knew very well why Jane had such an expression, and he was even the culprit of all this, but...

Closing his gaze, Snape left the desk, ran to his potion storage cabinet and dug out a few bottles, ready to leave.

Before he left, he didn't kick Jane out of the office again.He just took a deep look at her back standing in front of the fireplace, then opened the door, wrapped his robe tightly around him, and walked out.

It wasn't until the sound of closing the door that Jane came back to her senses.She turned her head to look at the closed door, and looked back numbly.

She walked towards the armchair and sat down.She leaned back on the chair, the fire in the fireplace was extremely warm, she felt extremely tired, tired from body to heart, like a raging tide enveloping her.She closed her eyes and fell asleep.Jane didn't wake up until Snape came back from the school hospital after solving Katie's matter.She seemed to have not had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Snape stood on the edge of the rocking chair, knelt down and planted a light kiss on her forehead.Then he straightened up quickly and left quickly.

It was almost midnight when Jane woke up, and the fire in the fireplace was still going strong.The office was eerily quiet, with no sound at all.Jane wasn't sure if Snape had come back from outside, anyway, she thought Snape might not like seeing her still in his office.

She quietly stood up from the chair, then walked to the door, opened it and walked out.

When she passed the Gryffindor Tower from the Slytherin Tower, the wind and snow outside the corridor blew her robes, Jane did not see this black figure standing behind the glass on the high tower, quietly He watched her walk out of Slytherin's territory and quickly disappear into Gryffindor's territory.

Snape pressed his lips together, bloodless.He shook the snow off his cloak, and moved towards Slytherin.

Even with Snape's help, Katie was transferred to St. Mungo's the next day.Harry thinks that Malfoy is behind all of this, and since Diagon Alley Harry discovered Malfoy's abnormality, he has paid special attention to Malfoy's behavior.Whenever something went wrong at school, Malfoy was the first thing Harry thought of.Of course, Ron and Hermione disagreed with Harry's point of view.Jane didn't make any statement.

Harry had gone to Dumbledore's class that night, and during the daytime the next day Harry told them that Dumbledore had shown him many childhood memories of Voldemort.Hermione thought it would be helpful for Harry, as there was nothing wrong with them knowing their enemies better.

When it was time for herbal medicine class, Harry suddenly asked Hermione in a muffled voice through the gum shield: "By the way, how was Slughorn's latest party?"

Because the first meeting between Harry and Professor Slughorn on the train was not particularly pleasant, Harry never attended any banquet hosted by Professor Slughorn again.He always found various reasons to shirk, but because of Dumbledore, he also paid great attention to Professor Slughorn, and would ask Hermione about Slughorn's recent situation from time to time.

"Oh, it's actually kind of fun," said Hermione, putting on her safety glasses, "I mean, though he's going on and on about how famous his former students were, and it's obviously trying to please McLaggen, because Mike Ragan knew a lot of big names, but he fed us some delicious food and introduced us to Gwenog-Jones."

"Gwenog-Jones?" said Ron, eyes widening behind the goggles. "Is that Gwenog-Jones? Captain of the Holyhead Harpies?"

"Yeah," said Hermione, "I personally think she's a bit self-centered, but—"

"No more talking here!" Professor Sprout sternly said, and she hurried over with a stern look on her face, "You are behind, the other students have started to do it, Neville has already got a pod!"

Their lesson was to dig out pods from a pile of thorny vines, which was a rather tricky job, as could be seen from the blood on Neville's face.But in order not to hurt everyone, Jane decided to reach out and dig out the pods from the thorns of the vines.

"It's dangerous!" said Hermione disapprovingly.

"Maybe it doesn't want to attack me." Jane put on her gloves and stretched towards the center of the vine.The originally tangled vines stretched out, revealing the pods.Jane got the pods easily.

"How on earth did you do it?" Although she had known for a long time that many plants would submit obediently and inexplicably under Jane's hands, Hermione would be shocked by this magical skill every time.

Jane shrugged and said nothing.

Harry handed over a bowl, and Jane tossed the pods into it with a look of disgust on her face.

"Don't be shy, squeeze out the juice, while it's fresh, the best quality!" Professor Sprout shouted from the front of the greenhouse, her eyes scanning the work of the students all the time.

"Anyway," Hermione continued the conversation that had just been interrupted, "Slughorn is throwing a Yule Ball, Harry, and there's no way you can escape this time, because he specifically asked me to see what day you Be free in the evening so he can be sure to arrange the party on a night when you can come."

Harry whimpered.

Ron, who was pressing the pod with both hands, trying to squeeze its juice into the bowl, stood up abruptly, squeezed the pod as hard as he could, and said angrily, "This The party is for Slughorn's favourites, isn't it?"

"Yeah, just for the Slug Club," said Hermione.

The pod flew out of Ron's hand, struck the conservatory glass, and bounced back on the back of Professor Sprout's head, knocking off her old patched hat.Jane ran off to pick pods, and when she came back she heard Hermione saying, "Well, I didn't invent the name 'Slug Club'—"

"The 'Slug Club,'" said Ron, with that sneer that Malfoy had, "is awful. Hey, I hope you have a good time at the party. Why don't you make friends with McLaggen? Laghorn can make you slug kings and queens—”

"We're still allowed to take guests," said Hermione, her face flushing suddenly for no reason. "I was about to invite you, and since you think the party is so boring, I won't bother!"

Jane suddenly felt that maybe she shouldn't be here with Harry.

Obviously Harry and Jane had the same idea, because after Jane picked up the pods, he smashed the pods in the bowl without a sound and made a loud noise, but Hermione and Ron seemed to be both Didn't notice.