[HP]Helen Pan

"Are you kidding! What kind of crap is this?!" After being KO for the fourth time, Malfoy's face was full of embarrassment, and he angrily threw the game handle on the ground, intending to step on it again.

"Don't be like this, okay? If you step on it, will you pay for it?" I held the wire and pulled the game handle up from the ground with some distress.

"Cut! Are you afraid that I have no money? How much Galleon is this thing worth?" He looked contemptuous.

"This thing is worth about five pounds and seventy-five pence." I thought for a while, and then answered roughly.

"How much is that?" Malfoy blinked blankly.

"It's about one Galleon and twelve Sickles." I rested my chin on one hand and did the calculations before hesitating to open my mouth.

"Cut! It's only this little money!" He looked disdainful again.

"Well...it's really not expensive. But Malfoy, it's too bad that you don't even have this common sense of life." I shook my head regretfully and threw the game handle aside.Then he shook the mousse jar in his hand, and then said to Malfoy with a smile, "Come on! Isn't it just a change of hairstyle? Look, haven't Harry and the others all changed?" As I spoke, I turned sideways Pointing to the four guys with the latest Beckham-style mohawk hairstyles (commonly known as rooster heads) behind him, he said with a serious face, "Those who say they are easy to lose should listen to those who win. Bet and admit defeat, you can't play tricks."

"I... I don't want this weird hairstyle! Let me tell you, anyone who dares to touch my hair will be finished!" Malfoy stared at the mousse in my hand fearfully, without even a trace took a small step back.

"This is the coolest and most fashionable hairstyle, okay? Do you know Beckham? If you change his hairstyle, you might be as handsome as him!" As I said, I excitedly showed the latest hairstyle Bay's single poster was held up in front of him.

"It's ugly! Take it away!" He waved his hand, habitually trying to reach for his wand.

"I said I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat! It's not up to you!" I carefully put the poster aside, then moved my hands and feet a little, flexing my muscles and bones.

"You, what are you going to do?"

I smiled at him, then threw my arms around his shoulders and threw him to the ground.Probably out of accident, Malfoy was stunned for at least 30 seconds, and at the same time a slight blush appeared on his pale face.He struggled so hard that I had to put all my weight on him to barely hold him down.

"You! Get down quickly!" he growled.

"Of course...but I have to wait for you to change your hairstyle!" I struggled with him.Although Malfoy is very thin, his strength is not small at all.I don't know what it is for, since the first time I saw this guy in Mrs. Malkin's shop, I really wanted to see what this kid would look like with a different hairstyle.

"Guys! Why don't you come over and help? I can't spare his hair!" I put my knees on Marfoul and managed to pull myself up and yell at the four stunned guys behind me.

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"Hey! You George, you got me!"

"No, don't put your elbow on me."

"Ron, get your hands off me, I'm suffocating!"

"Get your feet off, Harry!"

"Helen, you stupid bastard, let go! Stop pulling my hair!"

About 3 minutes later, another copycat version of Beckham was born. I held my chin and admired my work, and suddenly I felt a sense of accomplishment.

"No one has dared to touch my hair like this before!" Malfoy blushed, and he must have felt embarrassing and indignant.

I pouted and looked at him aggrievedly, "I said I would admit defeat. I said earlier, this hairstyle is much more handsome than your original one! David's hairstyle is so stylish!"

"Are you sure this hairstyle that looks like a broom is stuck in the head is called stylish?!" Malfoy almost jumped in anger.

"David's hairstyle is stylish!" I replied seriously.

Can you imagine the look on the faces of Lucius and my elegant uncle when I showed up at the dinner table with five guys with rooster heads?

It's almost indescribable, the look of that pretentious self-confidence and arrogance collapsed in an instant.I even saw the corners of their mouths twitch faintly.

"What does this look like? It's so indecent!"

Uncle Alexis raised his eyebrows and waved his wand like a conductor.In the blink of an eye, my hard-earned hairstyle was gone, and to make matters worse, several of us were disqualified from dinner.But Malfoy went back with his father in the afternoon, so it was only me and Harry who were unlucky.

"Your uncle is so stingy! I didn't expect him to be friends with the Malfoys!" Ron grumbled while rummaging through the kitchen to find a drink.

"Ron, you can't say that about Helen's uncle." Harry reminded softly.

"It's okay, Harry." I handed him the potato and beef pie that my grandfather had left in the kitchen, "George, Fred, food is scarce now, don't you just throw it away for fun, okay?" I put the wand in my hand Putting it aside, he took a big bite of the potato cake in his hand. "I also think that guy is too stingy. I can guarantee that if it were Leicester, he would never do such an inhumane thing as cutting off food." He might directly solve our food of course.

"Should I say thank you, my little mouse." A pleasant and teasing voice sounded in the darkness, as if it was right next to my ear.I looked up, and suddenly saw a beautiful dazzling face.His face was so pale that it even glowed faintly in the darkness.The blond curly hair was softly attached to his cheeks, making him look sacred and mysterious.His aqua blue eyes seemed to sparkle like two jewels.

Lester's footsteps have never been soft, so I shouldn't be surprised when he appears in the kitchen in the most perfect position without a sound.

"Night, good evening!" I quickly threw half of the pie in my hand into the trash can, and then wiped my mouth carelessly.

Lester tilted his head and looked down at me, frowning slightly.

"Good evening," he said.

"Gentlemen!" He squinted at Harry and the others for no apparent reason, squinting his eyes lazily and said, "Are you full? If you are full, go back to sleep! Oh, yes, Helen, my lovely child , come with me." He looked at me, but there was no kindness in his eyes that was in his voice.Afterwards, Lester smiled and nodded at Harry and the others, then turned and left.

"Is it all right?" Harry asked quietly.

"It's okay..." I replied softly.

This was the first time I entered Leicester's room. I thought his room should be the same as his taste, full of retro and luxurious decoration.

But in fact, I was wrong.

I think Lester's room is probably the simplest one in the house.

A bed, a wooden coffin, a piano, a floor-to-ceiling window, and a wardrobe are all in his room.

"Sit!" Lester sat down on the piano bench, then raised his hand to signal me to sit on his bed.Seeing that I didn't respond, he raised his head, tapped his lips with his index finger, and whispered, "Why don't you sit on my coffin?" As his words faded, the wall lights in the room slowly turned on stand up.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" I was sitting on pins and needles, knowing that it doesn't feel good to be in the same room with a vampire in the middle of the night.

"It's okay." He shook his head, "I'm just bored." As he spoke, Lester put his hands on the keys and played deftly.The sound of the piano poured out from his fingertips like running water, and the white window screen fluttered with the breeze, blowing on his body as delicate and lingering as a sympathizer's caress.

"This is..." I looked around in a daze, and then I found something densely packed and intricately written on the wall behind me. When I got closer, I could see the heads of some people.

"It's your family's genealogy." The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and only the soft sound of the night wind beating against the glass windows remained in my ears.

"Let me see! By the way, your grandfather is here!" Lester walked to me slowly with his arms folded. After squinting his eyes for a while, he pointed to a corner of the wall . "You are here." He pointed again.

"Uncle Alexis!" I quickly found the pretty face, and poked it with my fingers as if to vent my anger.

"Hate him?" Lester folded his arms gracefully.

"Yeah!" I pouted and nodded, "Slytherin guy, racist, disregards human rights! Backward! Feudal! Boring!" I scolded the photo viciously.

"Hehe..." Lester chuckled, and then teased, "Maybe he should also know what his niece thinks. You know, he will be very happy."

"Don't be kidding. I'm just complaining." I looked at Lester deflatedly, sometimes the guy was subtle and childish, "Why is he so beautiful?" I looked at the mural on the wall, Alex Compared with his brother, Kexis looks too good!

"Let me see! Yes, your grandmother has Veela blood." He pointed to a beautiful woman on the wall—my grandmother. "Unfortunately, only Alec has inherited this bloodline."

"Wait! Why are you here?" I frowned. It was so strange that a vampire lived in the most important room in the ancestral home.

Lester smiled without saying a word, just staring at the wall in front of him.A moment later, his fingers landed on another spot on the wall.Lester looked at it seriously, and then slowly rubbed his fingertips against the head portrait on the wall, making a slight rustling sound.

"Great-grandfather?" I asked.

"Yeah. He brought me back." Lester changed his stance and continued to look at the head portrait. "I was very down at that time. He stretched out his hand to me, and I followed him back. Do you know? This is the first time I have met such a fool." He smiled and looked at me calmly.

The current atmosphere is very delicate, and a kind of thing is spreading out.

I think if my mother was here, she would yell passionately, Yes!There is an inside story!

But I can only feel a faint sadness.

Lester said that vampires have eternal youth, so his life must be very long, long enough to experience encounters and misses again and again.The static time and the flowing world never meet.Cain was the first vampire because he was the first kinslayer.So, vampirism might mean a kind of eternal punishment, right?

They have everything and nothing at the same time.

"You can give him eternal life, can't you?" Almost subconsciously blurted out.

Lester squinted, gave me a look, then turned back to the piano bench.

"Yes. My gift may be his burden. One person already resents me for it. I don't want another one," he said.

"The one you were waiting for?"

"Helen!" he cried loudly, breaking his sanity for the first time, "you should go back to sleep."