[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

The Binding Curse hit a Death Eater, and Jane didn't know who.But more and more spells hit her direction, and those Death Eaters who had left in a hurry suddenly stopped and started to attack Jane frantically.

"Crucio—" Harry's voice came from not far away, but his incantation was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Stop using the Unforgivable Curse, Potter!" Snape yelled over Hagrid's growl and Fang's barking, "You haven't the guts and ability to—" Then he took a deep look Jane, "They're coming, we have to leave now!"

"We must take her away!" Bellatrix's voice was extremely sharp in the dark night.

"All petrified!" Jane hit in the direction of Bellatrix, and at the same time rolled on the spot to avoid a spell.

"Fight back!" Harry yelled at Snape from the other side, "Fight back, you coward—"

"Coward, do you mean me, Potter?" Snape growled. "Your father never dared attack me, except four against one. I wonder what you'd call him?"

"Swoon-"

"Blocked again, blocked again, until you know how to shut your mouth and your brain, Harry!" Snape sneered, and at the same time he pulled the spell away again, "Come here! ’ he shouted at the large Death Eater beside Jane, ‘it’s time to go, before the Ministry of Magic finds us—’

"Shen Feng Wu—"

Snape flicked his wand, and the spell was knocked back again.

"Upside down gold—"

"No, Potter!" Snape screamed.With a loud bang, Harry was blasted backwards, hitting the ground again hard, this time with his wand flying out of his hand.He sounded crazier than Bellatrix, "How dare you use my spells on me, Potter? I invented them—I, Half-Blood Prince! My inventions come at me, like your dirty father, do you? I say no... no!"

Hearing Snape's words, Jane paused for a moment with the hand that threw the curse. She never thought that Snape was the Half-Blood Prince—his surname is Prince? !He never told her!

But before Jane could think about it, a piercing pain made her groan and fell to the ground.

"Jane!" Harry exclaimed.

"Armor protection!" Jane blocked another spell flying towards her.

"It's an Auror!" Snapeura held a Death Eater, "We have to go!"

"Grab her!" Amycus said excitedly. "That girl won't last long!"

"All petrified!" Jane gritted her teeth, desperately enduring the pain on her body.Until another Cruciatus Curse fell on her, she couldn't help screaming anymore, and passed out.

When she was about to close her eyes, she finally saw Snape's face - mad, hateful, disgusted and cold.

This coma didn't last long, it was just that she was hit by two Cruciatus Curse consecutively and her body couldn't accept the natural coma.But when someone threw her mercilessly on the floor and her body was hit hard again, her consciousness was restored again.

With difficulty, Jane opened her eyes.Entering the gloomy, dark room.The usual furniture in the room was shoved haphazardly against the walls.The room was illuminated by a roaring fire in an ornate marble fireplace, surmounted by a gilt mirror.Immediately afterwards, she saw a long table in the room.There were more than a dozen people sitting at the table, all of them were wearing black cloaks, their heads were lowered so that she couldn't see clearly.She wanted to get up from the ground, but the pain all over her body made her lose her strength, and she couldn't move at all.

"Ah, it looks like our guests have woken up." The man sitting at the table stood up and walked towards Jane who was lying on the ground.The firelight fell on his face, and the man's face emerged from the shadows: hairless, snake-like, with two thin nostrils, and a pair of shining red eyes with vertical pupils.His complexion was very pale and seemed to emit a pearly light.

Voldemort!

Even though Jane had never had direct contact with Voldemort, she had never seen Voldemort's real appearance, but she also immediately recognized who the powerful wizard standing in front of her was.

That kind of powerful magic power was something she had never felt from Dumbledore - because Dumbledore would not reveal his power unscrupulously, he always appeared gentle.Voldemort, on the other hand, revealed all his strength, lest someone would not know his superior strength.

If it wasn't because of her special background, maybe she would be so frightened that she screamed at the first sight of Voldemort!

At the moment when Jane was surprised, an invisible force picked her up from the ground.She felt as if someone had lifted her from the ground and then forced her to look up into those scarlet eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Jane felt that her brain was being ruthlessly invaded.He was frantically searching all the memory fragments in her mind - he saw her thrown in the office by Snape, he saw himself dancing with Snape, and saw Snape's cynicism and ruthlessness towards her the truth.

Jane wanted to resist this kind of unreasonable prying, but she was fixed there by some invisible force and couldn't move.She had to continue to see some old memories being dug up, such as when she and Harry went to the Department of Mysteries in fifth grade, her farewell to Satan in fourth grade, and when she and Harry visited the little boy in third grade. Sirius, she gave Ginny Raphael's feather in the second grade, and she accompanied Harry to protect the Sorcerer's Stone in the first grade... and even longer, when Raphael appeared suddenly, Michael gave it to For her hourglass, she went to play chess with Monroe, visited Mammon's collection room in hell, was invited by Beelzebub to have a luxurious meal, and went to Pandimenan to say hello to Satan...

Within ten minutes, Voldemort retrieved all of Jane's memories over the centuries.Finally, Voldemort saw Jane's birth. She stood in front of a mirror and looked at her face curiously, wondering why she was different from the angels and why she had no wings.

"Sure enough! I knew it!" Voldemort's voice was very excited, as if he had won some secret treasure, "Look what Dumbledore sent me! A wingless man from heaven, with God... oh, God It's God! 'Jean'? Yes, your name is revealed, God's favorite. You have been given a special name."

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