[HP]Helen Pan

Lavoisier once proposed the law of conservation of matter. Before today, I also firmly believed that in the universe, there is also this delicate balance of character. At least you cannot use limited steps to clear a person's character.

But now I feel that I may be streaking out of a character vacuum.

Speculative skipping, bloodshed.

Beloved items, destroyed.

Prohibited items, confiscated.

Trespassing, active.

I wanted to eat, but I was blocked.

Yes.When I sent Anthony back to the dormitory and was about to finish my dinner, I started to think about whether I should go find a piece of wood and touch it to get rid of the bad luck.

The road from Gryffindor Tower to the Banqueting Hall is not the same as Slytherin's, but I ran into Mr. Malfoy, the guy who rose to No. 1 on the 'Most People I Hate' list.

At that time, his followers Crabbe and Goyle and the cute Pansy who made my teeth itch stood far away at the corner of the corridor, while Malfoy stood in the middle of the road carelessly.

After a little hesitation, I walked towards him with big strides.

"Mr. Malfoy!" I said before he tried.

If you seize the opportunity, you have the upper hand; only by mastering the dominance of the dialogue can you be invincible. —BYPeterPan (My father who is a lawyer.)

"What?" He frowned, with a slightly uneasy expression on his face.

"Look! I decided not to care about you tearing up my poster." I said calmly but with great distress.

He snorted, acting very disdainful.

With a beautiful and thin chin, slightly raised, Malfoy's face is completely full of arrogance that only belongs to nobles.

"But, you humiliated me in public, you should apologize!" He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a bad tone.

"Yes, I apologize." I nodded.

Malfoy smiled with satisfaction, a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks.Those silver-gray eyes flickered and moved for a moment.It reminded me of his father, a man who was so handsome that he could even be described as beautiful.

This reminds me of how my mother often held her hands together and sobbed in self-pity, "Men are so beautiful, so where should women go!" I remember that every time my mother finished saying this, my father would take off his glasses and throw them away. The case being studied then picked up the mother horizontally and went into the room to do some kind of exercise that they said it was not convenient for me to know.

"Then go eat!" He curled his lips, and then frowned as if remembering something, "Is there anything wrong with your health? I told you not to talk to such stupid Muggles, and the Weasley family How do you get into Gryffindor?!" He took a few steps forward, but I didn't see me following.

"...Are you really a fool? Why don't you keep up?" He stood still, half-turning his body.

"Mr. Malfoy." I folded my arms to make myself look more imposing.

"As you said, I am a student of Gryffindor, and you are from Slytherin. I don't want to hear you humiliating my classmates and friends. You. Also, I don't know what misunderstood you. As you said, I am also a stupid Muggle in your mouth. For your pure blood and noble status, you should stay away from me next time , so as not to infect me with the Muggle virus!"

After saying these words in one breath, I suddenly felt elated.

Had a cold war with Hermione last night as usual.I lay on the bed bored and recorded Malfoy's actions one by one.Finally, according to behavior and logic, it is concluded that Malfoy's behavior can be called awkward identification.

But my memory is not bad. The first time I met him in Mrs. Malkin's shop, I was still impressed by his obvious disdain and indifference to me.But since he attended his banquet and his grandfather talked with his father, his attitude changed obviously, and he even automatically divided me into his group of people.

Based on my logic cultivated by the three Sherlock Holmes detective novels, I make the following conjectures.

Obviously, this matter probably came from his father's instruction.

why?

A former Death Eater had his son befriended the granddaughter of a government official.

Obviously, he wanted to win over my grandfather through me.

Surrounding Wei and saving Zhao, this can be said to be the first step in luring my grandfather to the path of no return to corruption.

Perhaps, they were trying to get grandfather to join the ranks of Death Eaters.The thought makes me shudder!You must know that in my heart, my grandfather is undoubtedly an upright and tall man.I absolutely do not believe and cannot allow him to stand on the side of the mysterious man who should have rolled into the coffin - Voldemort's group!

Therefore, it is necessary and my responsibility to keep a safe distance from the guy named Malfoy!I clenched my fists and shouted inwardly in a sullen state.

"Hey! You know what? I just saw on the table in Hagrid's room..."

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Harry and Ron talking furtively together.

"Ah! Professor McGonagall!" I shouted in pretended surprise standing behind them.Those two people were so frightened by me that they immediately sat upright and sat upright.

"Hey! Guys! I'm joking!" I patted the stiff shoulders of the two men, and then mysteriously put my head in front of them and said in a low voice, "What were you talking about just now?"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and glared at me and said, "Oh! Merlin! You almost scared me to death!"

Harry put his finger on his glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled at me and was about to speak when Hermione snorted.The three of us looked up at her in unison, and the great high-achieving lady said, "We will have flying lessons with the Slytherin students next Thursday."

"I have to thank you for telling us this news, but dear Miss Granger, are we all blind in your eyes? Can we not see such a big notice posted in the common room?" I Asked back, the tone became unhappy.Hermione's words reminded me of another announcement posted in the common room.

The qualifiers for the Wizard Riding Competition will be held in the near future. Students who are interested in participating are welcome to sign up.

The competition has no restrictions on the participants themselves, which made me a little eager to try, but the only rule of the event kept me out.Competitors must have mounts of magical creatures, such as: unicorns, griffins, hippogriffs, night steeds, etc.

It is said that our school has only had one competitor in recent years, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff.

"Helen?" Harry bumped my arm.

"how?"

"You and Hermione don't get along?" Harry pursed his lips and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

I spread my hands, "Indeed."

The next morning I overslept and my dear roommate Miss Granger didn't wake me up.When I hurried out of the dormitory, it was already past breakfast time.Trotting all the way through the corridor, unfortunately I ran into Professor McGonagall, our dean, at the corner of the corridor.

"Miss Pan, you are always so reckless!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.A pair of eyes looked at me without any warmth.She's always so serious that just looking at her makes you want to admit you were wrong, even if you weren't wrong at all.

"Sorry..." I lowered my head and muttered softly.

"By the way..." Listening to her tone, she seemed to think of something, "I heard from the principal that you went to look in the mirror yesterday."

Mirror? !

Because I am actively mobilizing all the cells brewing in my stomach-about the confession triggered by the Walkman.So much so that Professor McGonagall's question made me almost at a loss for a while.

He could only nod his head in a daze.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath before moving her thin lips again, "Miss Pan, may I know what plans you have for the future?"

Future plans? !

I suddenly found that Professor McGonagall's thinking was very jumpy and divergent.

Flicking my bangs awkwardly, I said in a deep voice, "Lawyer. I want to be a lawyer." Because my father is a lawyer.

"Lawyer?!" She seemed surprised, "Don't you want to work in the Ministry of Magic like your grandfather, or become an Auror?"

"Of course not!" I shook my head, "That's right! Professor, does Oxford University recognize Hogwarts qualifications?"

"Oxford University?!" She seemed even more surprised, every wrinkle on her face unfolded in a strange gesture. "What is the wizard doing there?"

very good!

I understand!

If I want to study in the alma mater that my parents know and love, I have to start from now—self-taught!

In the next flight lesson, I was worried about my bleak future, but Harry and Malfoy fully confirmed that the hormones of young people are more irritable and extreme factors.

Harry's flying display was brilliant, but the look on Malfoy's face after he was taken away by Professor McGonagall was even better.

"You wait for the great Harry Potter to take the early train home tomorrow!" Malfoy said to Ron and me.

At that time, Ron was so excited that he wanted to rush over and punch Malfoy's schadenfreude face, but when he knew that Harry was introduced to the Quidditch team by Professor McGonagall because of his excellent flying skills Sometimes, he wanted to dance with Malfoy again, because Professor McGonagall would not have discovered Harry's genius without him.

"What!? A duel?!" When I heard Ron happily explaining the rules of wizard duels to Harry, I almost spit out the corn juice in my mouth.

"You and Malfoy?" I looked at Harry in disbelief. "Are you stupid?"

I reached out and touched Harry's forehead, he shrank back unnaturally, blinked at me and said, "Is there any problem?"

"Night tours are against school rules!" I looked at him and said seriously, "According to Article [-], Clause [-] of the "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Student Dormitory Management System", your duel at midnight is a violation of the students' bedtime rules." Regulations! Violators, if caught by the guards, will be handed over to the dean for handling, and the college points will be deducted at a minimum of [-] points!"

"Hey! Take it easy! We can't be unlucky enough to get caught!" Ron leaned over, his expression soaring that even his red hair became more colorful, "You don't know the situation! Malfoy Standing here..." As he spoke, he stood up and made a comparison, and then said, "He just pointed at Harry to provoke! If we don't accept it, it will be a disgrace to the academy!"

"..." I looked at him, speechless.Of course, I know Malfoy's virtues, he must have nothing good to say.

Seeing that my attitude softened, Ron came closer again. He winked and whispered, "Hey! You go too! Watch Harry beat those Slytherin idiots all over the place!"

This sentence makes people feel excited just thinking about it, and I was bewitched.

"Yeah!" Harry lowered his head shyly, and then he asked in a low voice, "Are you going to see it? Of course... If you find it difficult, just forget it!" He added hastily.

"Go! Of course!" I nodded. "That sounds like my blood boils!" I said excitedly, grabbing Harry's arm.It was wonderful to imagine Malfoy's mouth being smacked crooked for good words.

"However, why should I feel embarrassed?" I tilted my head and looked at him, blinking my eyes.

"You and Malfoy aren't friends?" Ron rushed to answer, then he squinted and said in a low voice, "I don't know how you choose your friends!"

"Hey!" I hurriedly clarified, "I don't know Malfoy well!" Malfoy and I didn't talk very much, so I took Harry's arm and pointed at Ron, saying, "Look, You and I are friends!"