[HP]Helen Pan

Although the Halloween banquet was arranged in the evening, various pumpkin lanterns could be seen hanging high at noon. With the thousands of unlit candles, the whole hall looked extremely eerie.

"Hey! Helen, would you like a piece of pumpkin pie?" Ron, who was sitting at the college dining table and devouring it, saw me coming, and immediately handed over a huge piece of pumpkin pie generously.

"Helen is allergic to pumpkin!" Before I could react, Harry frowned and hastily blocked Ron.Then she glanced at him complainingly.

"How do you know?" Ron bit another piece of pie and looked at me inexplicably.

"She said it on the train, and you were there!" Harry whispered.He lowered his head, wishing he could stuff his head into a plate...

With dull eyes, Ron rubbed his head with half a pie in his mouth, innocently indicating that this period of his memory has been emptied.The funny performance of these two people amused me, and I reached out to take the piece of pumpkin pie that Ron was still holding in his hand, I blinked and smiled, "Gentlemen, now is the time to test Madam Pomfrey's anti-allergy pills." It's time~" I said, taking a big bite.

Lunch was fun, I ate the delicious pumpkin pie I hadn't eaten in ages, and then I got a big rash all over my body, with little red bumps that made me want to dance.

Apparently, Madam Pomfrey's allergy medicine wasn't very effective.

After I finished running Madam Pomfrey's Love emergency room, I was almost late for the afternoon class again.When I stepped into the Charms classroom, Professor Flitwick was about to announce the start of class.Although I saw Harry and Ron waving to me in the back row, but because I had to go around in front of the professor, I decided to sit down in the nearest empty seat.

After hastily sitting down in the first row, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, kids. Today let's practice what we learned in the last class. Now, please form a group of two and work together to make the feathers in front of you flutter." Professor Flitwick is writing a large stack of On the thick book, after he finished speaking in a tone, he waved his wand towards a box beside him, and then pieces of white feathers floated out of the box that was slowly opened, and landed on our table one after another. superior.

In teams of two...

I looked sadly at the empty bench beside me.

As the dean of Ravenclaw who values ​​knowledge and wisdom the most, Professor Flitwick himself is naturally a knowledgeable old scholar.His academic style has always been known for his rigor and conservatism.

You must know that although Professor Flitwick stood tall, due to the limitations of his own height, he could not see far.This also created good prerequisites for sleeping in class. Over time, the last few rows of the classroom became a battleground for military strategists.

And I'm sitting in the front row so unpopular that I'm the only one sitting on the entire bench.

Where can I find a partner?

Somewhat at a loss, he looked back in Harry's direction. He was talking to Neville with his head sideways, and Ron was also having a hard time discussing with his partner, Hermione.I pursed my lips in frustration, and just as I was about to turn around, I heard Mr. Malfoy's slightly sarcastic and elegant voice, "It seems that some people have been forgotten by their good friends!"

When I met Malfoy's lazy silver gray eyes, I said silently in my heart, 'If you are serious, you will lose. ’ Then I nodded politely at him, “I think you’re talking about yourself!” With my eyes reminding him to look aside, his followers Bangor and Crabbe were leaning aside to face a feather Frowning with a constipated expression.

Obviously, the Malfoy kid was also left alone.I smirked a little gloatingly.

I looked back gracefully with my chin raised, pulled out my wand and was about to open my mouth to say a spell, when Professor Flitwick suddenly ran over, and he said, "Dear children, although you are not from the same college, I don't think it's the same. It does not prevent you from cooperating to complete this practice."

Then, my partner appeared - Draco Malfoy.

"Why are you so stupid?" Malfoy looked at me in disbelief.

"Can't you just shut up?" I was a little annoyed, "You know? Only menopausal women are so verbose!"

Malfoy was silent for a while, and then he smiled with full aristocratic temperament, "It's really regrettable." He shook his head pretending to regret, and said, "As you can see, after all, I am Man, your analogy is really inappropriate. On the other hand, although you look young, you are as irritable as menopause. Your youth passes so fast." He sighed pityingly.

I was so angry that I turned around and ignored him.But every time I tried to say a spell to the feather, Malfoy kept opening and closing his beautiful lips repeatedly, scolding me.

"It's been said that your gesture is wrong! Why don't you change it?" He propped his head on one hand and sneered leisurely.

I slammed my wand on the table, and with a 'snap', the feather fell to the ground.

"You! You are too violent!" Malfoy glanced at me, then he drew his wand, stood up, and waved the feathers on the ground gracefully and gracefully.

"Wingardium, Leviosa," he said.

Then, the feather seemed to have life, and it flew up flutteringly, shaking on top of my head as if trying to shake off the dust on it, and finally slowly floated down on the table again.

"Did you see the movement of my wrist?" He smiled at me in a complacent way, "Let's practice hard! Mixed blood~" He deliberately dragged out his tone.

Later, when I know more about him, maybe I should also be thankful that he said mixed, not bastard.But at the time, all I could feel was humiliation.

"You!" I was so angry that I patted the table and stood up.

The entire classroom simply didn't notice the two people in the first row, who were cheering for Hermione's success in becoming the 'first' person to master the method of the Levitation Charm

"Me what?" Malfoy looked at me innocently.

"Miss Pan, why are you standing? Do you need help?" Professor Flitwick asked kindly.

"I..." I frowned deeply as I looked at the white-haired kid in front of me who looked like he was about to be beaten.

"Okay! You look so stupid, sit down! Unless you want to deduct points from your house!" Malfoy looked at me like he saw an idiot.

"No wonder no one in the class can stand her!" Ron yelled angrily, walking down the crowded corridor, looking really irritated, "She's like a nightmare!" He looked at me suddenly, and then said empathetically, "Helen, I finally understand why you are always in the common room. Sharing a dorm with her is a disaster! It's unimaginable!"

"Oh! Come on! Don't complain to me!" Looking at Ron's appearance, it reminded me of my nightmare-like charm class, "You can't even imagine the feeling of partnering with Malfoy. Terrible! The tone of his voice is unbelievable!" I almost growled at Ron.

Harry tried several times to interrupt, but failed.He could only stand on the side, exhaling helplessly.He seemed to understand the bitterness between me and Ron, and he couldn't get in the way.

That's how people are. When they vomit their bitterness, they always feel that others are more pitiful than themselves.I can't wait to describe myself as the most pitiful person in the world.

"Come on! I deserve more sympathy!" Ron said loudly again.

At the same time, a person walked quickly from behind, and she squeezed past Harry in the crowded corridor.

"It's Hermione!" said Harry, glancing in the direction Hermione had gone, before adding, "She's crying."

"She must have heard you!" I glared at Ron. "You know no girl can stand that! I think you have to apologize."

Looking at the direction Hermione left, Ron touched his nose with a guilty conscience. After a while, he whispered, "She should have known that she didn't have any friends. I'm telling the truth..."

I stretched out my hand, pinched Ron's arm fiercely, and said in a low voice, "It's one thing to know it, but another thing to hear it from other people's mouths!"

Ron shrank back screaming in pain, rubbed his arms vigorously before saying, "Can't I apologize? You're really hard on yourself..." He muttered.

"For boys who bully girls, tenderness is a waste!" I raised my chin and said in a good mood.

Unfortunately, Ron didn't see Hermione until the end of the second period.As we were walking down the hall for the Halloween dinner, Paviti came running up to me and told me that Hermione was crying in the ladies' bathroom and had told the rest of the group to leave her alone.

"She always likes to give orders, and she doesn't forget even when she is crying." Paviti shrugged helplessly, and then walked a few steps quickly to join her friend Levante.

The hall at this moment looks even more magnificent than it did at noon.The floating candles were all lit, and the flickering candles were fanned even more spookily by the circling bats in pairs.Just like the banquet at the beginning of school, in the blink of an eye, all kinds of delicious and attractive foods suddenly appeared on the empty dinner plates one after another. The index finger moved.

After sitting down with Harry and the others, I was completely uninterested in the piles of food in front of me.

"No!" I slammed the fork on the table angrily.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I'll go find Hermione!" I stood up and said to Ron, "I'll get her, and then, you apologize."

As soon as I walked out of the hall door, I saw Professor Quirrell running up the stairs in a hurry. He was panting quickly, and he looked extremely flustered.

What happened?

I thought about his back for a moment, then shook my head and decided to deal with Hermione's affairs first.

I had only gone down a few flights of stairs when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.Stopping and turning around, it turned out that Harry and Ron rushed over in a hurry.

"Have you discovered your conscience?" I looked at Ron in surprise.

"Yes, it's a troll!" Harry gasped and said staccatoly, "Professor Quirrell says a troll has broken into the school! I think we have to remind you and Hermione."

"By the way! We just saw Snape!"

"So what?" I unconsciously interfaced.As a professor at the school, you should be surprised if you don't see him at school!

Harry said as he ran down the stairs, "I already thought there was something wrong with him! He sneaked up the stairs! Remember? The secret room where the three-headed dog lives is upstairs."

Just when I was about to say something, a strange smell hit me.It was like socks that hadn't been washed in a week mixed with the stench of going to a public toilet.

"What did you smell?"

Me, Harry and Ron exchanged glances, then looked back silently...