[HP]Helen Pan

About a week later, Harry miraculously received a package carried by six long-eared owls.I was tearing apart a new math reference that my grandfather had sent me.

Be aware that certain things are hereditary.Like our family, no one was good at math.

However, the point is not here.My attention was quickly attracted by the cool package.In fact, it wasn't just me, a whole hall was attracted by that mysterious package.

Harry opened the letter that came with the package, and then he almost jumped up in excitement.He held my hand, which was wet and trembling, "It's a broomstick! Professor McGonagall gave it to me! She told me to practice Quidditch tonight!" He tried his best to suppress his excitement.

"That thing is a broomstick!" Malfoy and his two followers chattered to their seats, so loudly that almost the whole classroom could hear him.

I closed the book and squinted at Malfoy, who was sitting down in the row in front of me, "Mr. Malfoy, I think Harry will be very happy that you made him into the Quidditch team by McGonagall." Tell the students!" I glanced at the crowd of troublemakers, and said again, "That is indeed a broom, a Nimbus 2000. It was given by Professor McGonagall."

Satisfied to see the expressions of the people around me gradually changing from surprise to envy, I opened the book and lowered my head again.

"One day you will regret it!" Malfoy turned his head and pressed against my ear, deliberately lowering his voice with a special hoarseness, "You are one of us."

"I think I have the right to freedom of life as a citizen." I frowned and blurted out.His words almost made me feel disgusted out of instinct, when did I become "their person"? !

He raised his head and met his triumphant silver-gray eyes.I stared at him provocatively when he opened his mouth to say something, but he turned around lazily, as if he was too lazy to talk to me.

Looking at his slightly thinner back, I was speechless for a moment.

I suddenly remembered the sentence my mother said one day after she cut off the cucumbers and threw them all into the juicer: "Come on! Who do you think is like you?! Seriously, you lose!".

I think, this time, I did lose...

The feeling of powerlessness and frustration that seemed to be hitting the cotton with a fist with enough strength was really uncomfortable.

Just then, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell, stumbled in.He was small in stature, but he was wearing a heavy turban, which made his overall proportions extremely uncoordinated, and he trembled when he walked lightly.

When the class bell rang, Harry and Ron hurried in and took a seat by the door.Hermione happened to be sitting next to them, and seeing Ron's stinky face and Hermione's head turned away, it was obvious that they were bickering again.

"We're... going, going, going to class." Professor Quirrell tremblingly climbed onto the podium, his frail posture was nothing like a man in his prime.

Perhaps, Professor Quirrell should be suggested to Madam Pomfrey for a cup of tea?

"Today's talk is about vampires." He opened the textbook, propped up the podium with both hands, and said every word with great difficulty.

"Professor!" I raised my hand.

"Yes, Miss Pan, is there any question?" Professor Quirrell raised his head from the book in surprise, and stared at me.

"Excuse me, you said you've seen a vampire, didn't you?" I stood up and asked as respectfully as possible, "So, are vampires really afraid of sunlight, crosses or garlic as described in the book? "

Professor Quirrell put his hand to his mouth and coughed uncomfortably, and then he said falteringly, "There is no doubt that it is written in the book. Please sit down, Miss Pan."

After I sat down, he coughed a few more times before putting down his fist in front of his mouth.Dad said that when a person speaks with their hands over their mouths, the body language expresses the speaker's lack of confidence in the conversation.

Well, Professor Quirrell may not have seen a vampire.Of course, I can't be sure that I have seen it.

It was one weekend four years ago, when I went to my grandfather's house, I saw a handsome young man with bright golden shoulder-length curly hair.His skin was very white, almost pale, and there were faint purple blood vessels on his pretty face.A pair of ice-blue light-colored pupils seem to be indifferent to the world, arrogant and almost rude, but elegant and calm.

In this regard, it seems that Malfoy should follow his example and learn from it.

On top of that, he calls himself a vampire.

He said his name was Lester.

My grandfather told me that he was a friend of 50 years.At the time I laughed at my grandfather for being old-fashioned, pointing at Lester and saying he looked like he was in his twenties at best.At that time, Lester didn't say anything, with a calm expression, he just stretched out his hand to caress my cheek, and the cold touch slowly slid down my cheek. Just as he was about to touch my neck, his hand was pulled away by his grandfather.

Next, Lester says that vampires have eternal youth.

I once intentionally ate a lot of garlic in front of him, then leaned towards him intentionally or unintentionally, and even took the cross from my grandfather out of the close-fitting clothes and brought it in front of him.He just raised his eyebrows, and there was some disgust in his indifferent eyes, as if he was despising my rudeness.

After a while, he waved his fingers gracefully and said with a slight smile that a lady should not let herself smell bad.

Then Lester squatted down, held up my cross and looked at it carefully for a while, then he said with a smile on his lips, it is very beautiful and suitable for you.He tucked the cross back into my skirt, and his cold fingertips touched my neck, which was bone-chilling.

Lester doesn't like basking in the sun, but he likes watching movies.

He used to spend all day in the cinema, watching the same movie over and over again.I asked him if he particularly liked watching movies.He shook his head, and after a moment he said he was looking for someone.That person likes watching movies.

I asked him again, haven't found it yet?

He said he found it.

Why don't you watch it with him?

He looked at the screen as if he didn't hear my question.After a long time, at the end of the show, he murmured, I was waiting for him but he was avoiding me.After waiting for too long, I hope to wait forever, otherwise... I will not get used to it.

"Miss Pan? Miss Pan!" Professor Snape's voice sounded suddenly, which reminded me that I was in the Potions class that gave me the most headache.

"Yes, yes, Professor..." I stood up hastily, almost spilling the cauldron containing the boiling tartar remover in front of me.

"Okay!" Professor Snape slowly stepped up to me, but he didn't look at me but stared at Harry next to me with cold eyes.Then he said in a drawn-out tone, "Mr. Potter, can you explain why the whole class's potion is mushy, but the pot between you and Miss Pan is still so-thin? You want to drink this as a drink What?" He seemed to be in a happy mood and tapped his wand on the table, and the Slytherins headed by Malfoy also endured a lot of hard work with a smile.

"Think about it with your Gryffindor-specific stupid brains, which potion did you miss? Don't tell me, you forgot Gaborano grass! I thought everyone should know!" Snape Turning around, you can feel his pleasure just from the sound.

"Mr. Potter, I think you and your partner need to stay to clean the classroom and clean all the cauldrons before you can understand the reason why you can't desert in class. One point for Gryffindor!" He turned around happily .

"Yes..." Potter hung his head dejectedly.You know, since the beginning of school, Harry and I have almost done the cleaning of the Potions classroom.

"I'm sorry..." I was very guilty, because we had agreed in advance that I would say the ingredients, and Harry prepared them by himself.It was my distraction that made the soup as thin as water.

Harry stopped scrubbing his hands, and after a pause, he grinned.He put down the things in his hands, then stretched out his arms and wiped my face with his sleeves, "Your face is stained with dirt." He lowered his head and vigorously brushed the cauldron.

I blinked, then unconsciously wiped where Harry had brushed...

Since it was Halloween, the hallways of the school were decorated with all kinds of pumpkin heads early in the morning, and there was even some wonderful aroma of roasted pumpkins in the air.

"Hey! Little girl! Stop!" A thin bamboo pole suddenly jumped in front of my eyes.

When you keep your head down and walk fast forward, anything that appears in front of your eyes can hit your fragile nerves.At that time, I was thinking about the equation problem I just studied by myself, and I was really startled by a sudden voice.The person in front of him is too weird, the pumpkin head doesn't look like a hood, it looks like a pumpkin has grown completely from his shoulders!

"Say! What bad things did you do today? Get punished by Snape? Lose points for Gryffindor?" The pumpkin monster approached me, grinning fiercely.

"George?" I took a step back subconsciously, and I could vaguely recognize the person from the voice.

"Hi!" Fred came out of nowhere. He applied a transparent jelly-like substance on Pumpkin George's forehead, and then there seemed to be a hole there, and the huge head seemed to be poked. The broken balloon instantly shrinks back to its normal state.

"This is something we specially made for Halloween, pumpkin man jelly, you can have a pumpkin head in no time with just one swipe!" Fred lost no time in selling their new products of this season to the students who came to watch the excitement.

George tousled his hair casually, heaved a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Although you are not the first person to recognize me today, you are the fastest to recognize me!"

Judging by the way he speaks, should I be proud?

I tugged at the sleeves of my sweater and said, "It's hard not to recognize." Only you and Fred are so boring...no, talented.

George raised the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly, then he blinked mischievously, and took out a rubber mouse from his pocket, "Look! This is a gift to reward you!" He moved closer and said in a low voice, "This is George’s self-developed magic rubber mouse is still in the experimental stage! Take it back to Anthony to play with, and give me feedback!” He smiled mysteriously, then pulled the mouse’s tail fiercely, and then the mouse The rubber mouse, which should have been motionless, suddenly doubled in size!It almost came to life, jumping up and down trying to escape from George's grasp.

"That's funny!" I took the jumpy rubber thing from George and almost let it run away.

George smiled and pressed the mouse's forehead lightly again. The mouse seemed to be deflated, and it shrank instantly and stopped moving. "This thing can definitely pass the time of being a cat." George spread his hands with a smug expression.

"Hey!" I put the mouse in my pocket, then smirked and bumped George with my elbow, "Maybe, you should send another one to Professor McGonagall."

According to my observation, Professor McGonagall's greatest pleasure is to become a cat to observe us to pass the time.