[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

"Be respectful to my godson, snotlite, don't force me to kick you out of here!" Sirius reached out to pull Harry behind him, but Snape stopped him with a quick step.

"What do you want to do? Pull out your wand at me?" Snape grinned, and said with a half smile, "Or are you going to rush up and bite me?"

In the face of Snape's provocation, Sirius would always lose his mind very well.Hermione often wondered if Sirius made himself so angry on purpose, because then he would have ample reason to fight Snape.Although she has never had the chance to confirm this conjecture, she thinks that she is definitely not the only one who has such an idea, such as Harry, he must have the same idea as her.

Fortunately, whenever these two people are about to fight, Hermione can always hold Sirius' sleeve very well, and Harry will also stand between the two of them at the first moment, blocking the two adult wizards from coming together. The scene where they directly throw spells at each other if they don't agree with each other.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

"Come with me, Professor Snape." Harry stopped Sirius and said to Snape, "About Jane."

When Snape heard the name again, his face became paler and grayer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body lost some kind of vitality in an instant, even in the face of Sirius. Interested.

"Damn it." Sirius watched his old enemy lose his mind because of a single sentence, and he didn't want to admit from the bottom of his heart that he was also feeling sorry for this man: even he knew that this was wrong. How obsessed with love is the lovable snotlite.This may be the inherent paranoia of Slytherins, just like Malfoys and Blacks.Thinking of this, he thought of his younger brother Regulus.

Perhaps because of the thoughts about Regulus triggered by Snape, Sirius was not in the mood to fight his old rival anymore.He sat back in his seat, pretended to be very angry, picked up his cutlery again, and prepared to continue to enjoy lunch.

Ron hesitated whether to go and have a look. To be honest, even after the war ended, he was still full of fear of Snape.He couldn't help subconsciously suspecting that Snape might have poisoned Harry or his pumpkin juice, but he couldn't even believe this suspicion.However, this deep-rooted idea from his student days cannot be completely corrected in just a few months, even if he knows that the "greasy old bat" he has always thought to be called is actually a A hero who endures humiliation.

Hermione took Ron's hand and shook her head at him: "Eat, Ron. Maybe we should ask Kreacher to prepare another lunch. I think the professor must not have eaten yet."

"I hope she is still in the mood to eat after knowing everything." Ron looked a little unnatural, and sat back in his chair a little stiffly.

Snape followed Harry to the study, when Kreacher served a pot of hot tea that had just been brewed.

"I think you should drink some hot water first, your condition looks very bad." Harry poured Snape a cup of hot water, he tried his best to relax himself, not to look too nervous, but in fact His hand holding the water glass was already sweating.

All the way from the dining room to the study, Snape seemed a little absent-minded, so he didn't notice Harry's face as if he was facing a big enemy. Standing there, it seemed that his thoughts had already gone to an unknown corner.Until Harry's words, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, his whole face contorted, his expression was full of resentment and pain: "Sure enough! You really only found her whereabouts! For a whole year time—Potter, are you taking revenge on me?"

"No, I didn't, Professor." Harry began to explain in panic: "We've always wanted to tell you, but you know how much that memory hurt Jane. She doesn't want to see you, and she doesn't want You found her. I promised Jane, and I should have done it. But—" Harry watched Snape slump down on the chair beside him in pain, and his voice finally lost his eagerness to explain.He calmed down, picked up the kettle and poured him a cup of hot water, and then stuffed it into Snape's cold hands: "But I don't want to just watch you torture yourself like this, so I lied to Jane, and I also lied to you. You. There's no wedding, and Ginny isn't going to marry me yet, she thinks we're young. But you know why I'd do it."

Snape looked up at Harry, the green eyes were extraordinarily bright and warm with the sunlight falling on his eyes after the rain outside the window.

"Jane will show up, at the end of this month, she promised me." Harry took out a piece of parchment from his pocket: "This is a letter she wrote to me."

Snape looked at the parchment Harry took out from his pocket, crumpled in his palm.He grabbed it eagerly, as if in a fierce competition.His nostrils were fluttering, and the whole person seemed to be roasting on the stove. Snape felt his back was burning, and the hand holding the parchment began to sweat.

This is just a small reply, not even a letter.

There is no name of the recipient, no name of the sender, and no language of greeting.But Snape recognized it as Jane's letter at the first time, because he knew her handwriting well after seven years of getting along with her.He is very clear about her little habit of putting a tick at the end of every word, as well as the slightly slanted font when she writes.

"It was mailed yesterday." Harry didn't know what to say, and felt that he had nothing to say: "So you can take a good rest during this time, I think Jane hopes you can take care of yourself."

Snape didn't listen to what Harry was saying, all his thoughts were on what was written in the note - she was coming back, at the end of this month.

There's still half a month left.

Snape felt his heart beating violently, like beating a drum, beating against his chest diaphragm and his eardrum.

His palms got hotter, the parchment wet with sweat from his palms.

"No - no - half a month to go -" Snape murmured, his eyes staring blankly.

Harry standing in front of him couldn't hear what he was saying at all, or he didn't understand the meaning of Snape's words: "Professor?"

"Tell me, Potter! Tell me—" Snape suddenly seemed to be alive again, and his whole body trembled.He reached out and grabbed Harry's skirt tightly, lifting him up.His face was full of abnormal excitement, like a person who fell into the abyss and saw a life-saving chain. He shook Harry desperately: "Where is she? Her address—she lives now." Where! Where is she!"

When telling Snape the news about Jane, Harry had already prepared enough to deal with Professor Snape's crazy behavior, but when he really faced his radical behavior, Harry felt that he He had to give himself a few armor spells before, otherwise he might be strangled to death.

"I—I don't know, Professor." Harry's face was flushed, and he felt a little out of breath because the skirt of his clothes was being grabbed.But he knew that he had better not try to resist at this time, otherwise he might face a round of magic attacks from Professor Snape.So Harry tried his best to appear harmless and sincere, and resisted the urge to struggle: "Jane took Hedwig with her when she left, so only Hedwig knows where Jane lives. Probably this place is too far away , Hedwig has a hard time delivering letters every time, so the little pig will also follow Hedwig to deliver letters."

Snape narrowed his eyes, and he bent down close to Harry, looking extremely dangerous: "You mean only owls know where she lives, is that what you mean?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry met Snape's eyes without blinking.

Looking into those calm green eyes, Snape knew that Harry would not be lying to him, he resisted the urge to Legilimency, and let go of his hand suddenly.

Harry took a step back immediately, and exhaled heavily, as if trying to replenish all the oxygen that was missing before.

"I need your owl, Potter." Snape straightened up and looked Harry up and down, as if he was standing next to him as a teacher every time he was reading and guiding him through his terrible lessons. Like potions.

"No——" Harry subconsciously refused, but then he knew he had said the wrong thing: "No, professor, I mean, of course it's okay for you to use Hedwig to write to Jane, but Jane will I'm coming back soon, and you write to her at this time—"

Harry couldn't say the latter, because Snape's icy gaze held him back like the world's best Locking Curse.

"Lend me your owl, Potter. Don't worry, I won't do anything to it. I promise it will be alive and kicking when I return it to you." Snape said nothing Yu Yu said, "I need your owl. As for the reason, I don't think you need to know yet."