[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

Chapter 234 The Hand of Death (4)

By the time Harry left and saw him again, all of them had arrived at the castle, and the sorting ceremony was over.He walked in from the outside with his face covered in blood, and everyone's eyes fell on him.Harry sat down next to Jane, and Jane immediately drew out her wand and cast a cleansing spell on him.

"You look like you've been through a hard fight," Jane said, frowning. "You've got blood all over your face."

"Thanks." Harry touched his nose. "How does my nose look?"

"That's normal," said Hermione worriedly. "Why are you asking that? Harry, what's going on? We're all freaking out!"

"I'll tell you later," Harry replied simply.

Jane saw that Harry didn't seem to want to say more, but Hermione still asked worriedly: "But—"

"Not now, Hermione," Harry said sullenly, emphatically again.He grabbed at the drumsticks and strips on the table next to Ron, but before he could touch them the food on the plate disappeared, replaced by assorted puddings.

"You missed the sorting ceremony, Harry." Ron mumbled after taking a big bite of chocolate panna cotta.

"Did the Sorting Hat say anything interesting?" Harry asked, holding a plate of treacle pie.

"Nothing new... just old talk of encouraging everyone to unite against a common enemy," said Ron, struggling to swallow his chocolate panna cotta

"Did Dumbledore mention Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Not yet, but isn't he going to give a speech after the student dinner, I guess it should start soon." Jane glanced at the teacher's seat, and she saw Snape coming out of a small door on one side of the auditorium.

He sat down beside Dumbledore, nodded to him, and picked up a piece of pudding expressionlessly.

"Snape said Hagrid was a bit late too -" said Harry.

"You met Snape? How?" asked Ron, his mouth full of panna cotta.

"It just happened to happen." Harry replied perfunctorily.

"Hagrid was only a few minutes late," said Hermione. "Look over there, Harry, he's waving at you."

Jane had been paying attention to the direction of the teacher's table, so he noticed Hagrid's actions when Hermione spoke.In order not to make her stare at Snape too obvious, Jane's eyes were always a little wandering. From time to time, she shifted her gaze to the students around her, and then secretly looked at Snape from the corner of her eye.

After a while, Dumbledore stood up, and the chatter and laughter in the hall immediately weakened.

"Hope it's a good night for all of you!" he began with a broad smile, opening his arms as if to embrace the room, revealing a completely black hand.

Jane frowned fiercely, and she had a very bad feeling in her heart—a vague breath of death came from Dumbledore's hand. Due to the fact that it was too far away, that breath of death was like It is an illusion, fleeting.

"What happened to his hand?" Hermione gasped.

There was a murmur of discussion in the hall, obviously everyone noticed the hand.Dumbledore saw everyone's doubts, and he just smiled, covering his injured arm with his purple sleeves trimmed with gold.

"There's nothing to worry about," said Dumbledore briskly. "Now, let's welcome back our new students, as well as the previous students! You are about to usher in a brand new school year of magical education..."

"His hand is still the same as I saw it in the summer!" Harry whispered. "I thought he or Madam Pomfrey had cured him."

"Is he like this in the summer?" Jane gripped the wand in the black robe, and then glanced at Snape worriedly.

Harry nodded, "But he didn't tell me why."

"It looks like a dead man's hand that way," said Hermione, with a look of discomfort on her face, "but there are some wounds that don't heal—damage from some very old spells." ——and there are many poisons that have no antidote..."

"... our gatekeeper, Mr. Filch, asked me to issue a ban on 'not carrying on your person any prank toys purchased from a shop called Weasley's Wizards and Tricks'. Those who want to join House Quidditch this school year People from the team, please submit their names to the dean of your college according to the old rules. We also need to recruit a new commentator for the game, and those who are interested, please report your name to the dean as well." Dumbledore Having said that, he paused for a moment, then he nodded towards somewhere in the teacher's seat, "This year, we are very honored to invite a new teacher, Professor Slughorn!"

This is the first time Jane sees Slughorn.He stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his belly behind his waistcoat casting a great shadow on the table.Jane seemed to have never seen a wizard who was fatter than him, which made Jane wonder if he could walk on two legs easily.

"Professor Slughorn is an old colleague of mine who has agreed to return to his position as teacher of pharmacy." Dumbledore continued, not paying attention to the sensation his words caused everyone.

"Potion?"

"Potion?"

The same voice echoed in the hall, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

Jane felt her breathing stagnate all of a sudden, and she no longer stared at the man sitting on the teacher's bench, although he was still expressionless, looking as calm as dead.Jane felt that there was a stone hanging in her stomach, and it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

"Potions?" said Ron and Hermione in unison, turning to stare at Harry, "but you said—"

"On the other hand," Dumbledore said, raising his voice, over the noise in the hall: "Professor Snape, will be teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

"No!" said Harry, so loudly that many people turned their heads to look in his direction.

"No!" Perhaps because Harry's reaction was too violent, no one noticed that Jane also said the word at this time.She tried not to rush up to the teacher's table to ask why, the rock hanging around her was messing with her insides, and Jane almost broke her new wand.

"But Harry, didn't you say that Slughorn was going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Hermione asked Harry in a low voice, hiding the surprise in her tone, and glanced at Jane worriedly.She saw Jane's face pale, as if she had been drained of blood in an instant.She was a little worried that Jane would not be able to control her emotions.

"I remember that's right!" Harry said, racking his brains to recall what Dumbledore had said to him, but then he gritted his teeth and said, "At least we have one thing to be happy about, Stu Nep is done for this year."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"That course is cursed. No one has ever been able to teach that course for more than a year - and Quirrell died of it - personally, I can guarantee that the person this time will not live long It's-"

"Shut up!" Jane turned her head, staring straight at Harry.Her voice sounded a little out of control and seemed sharp, but fortunately she still had the last of her reason, and she didn't make her voice too loud: "He saved it! Many times!"

"But—" Harry had never seen Jane so angry, and the blood in his eyes seemed to be drowning.He didn't understand why Brief was speaking for Snape at this moment.

"Harry!" Hermione interrupted Harry in a startled and reproachful tone. She couldn't imagine that Jane would have a fit if Harry continued to speak--Jane loved Snape very much, she knew it all .

"Maybe he'll be back teaching pharmacy before the end of the year," said Ron smoothing things over. "That guy named Slughorn probably won't stay in his position for long either, like Mu Dee."

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