[HP]Helen Pan

After that night, I didn't see Lester again for a long time.

I asked my grandfather where Lester had gone, and my grandfather replied with a smile that he didn't know, maybe he went to the United States to watch a movie.

I asked why I went to the United States to watch a movie, it was so far away.

Grandpa didn't answer any more, just looked at me and smiled kindly.

Two days later, my parents came to pick me up and go back to the city for Christmas.When Mother saw Harry again, a certain irrepressible emotion surged in that moment, and since the moment she saw Harry, her hand had not left his cheek.He couldn't stop asking about the relationship between Harry and Ron, for example, how long have they known each other?Do you often make double-in pairs?Or whether they are in the same dormitory, etc.After that, when she looked at Ron, she always showed a trace of resentment.

Harry secretly asked me, what happened to your mother?Is there anything weird about Ron?

I replied to him, don't worry, if you replace Ron with Malfoy, then you two will be finished today.

He asked me why I said that again.

I smiled, then stretched out my index finger and said, I can only understand, you will understand one day in the future.

During the Christmas vacation, I enjoyed the life of electrical appliances that I had not seen for a long time. It felt so good to watch TV when I woke up.It is worth mentioning that my father kept his promise and took me to a Manchester United home game with our neighbors, the Wood family.This time my spot did not bring any good luck to Manchester United. On the contrary, the Manchester City team supported by Michael (my former elementary school classmate and neighbor) always had the upper hand, and the two teams ended in a draw.

This makes me glad that after studying at Hogwarts, I have been able to slowly control the magic power in my body.This can be said to be an affirmation of my half semester.

When I saw Harry again, they were on the school bus back to Hogwarts.

"Helen, I like your gift very much." Harry sat down beside me, pointing to the new pair of round glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiling shyly at me.

"That's great, I'm afraid I might get the reading wrong! Is he still wearing it?" I put down the "The Magical Last Aristocrat——Vampire" I was reading.

"Yeah!" Harry nodded.

"Oh! I appreciate your plush socks too." Ron grinned broadly.

"Helen." Hermione sat across from me, staring at me with her eyes motionless, "You mean to give me a hairpin... um... don't you..."

"Well, I think it's what you understand." I smiled and said, "My mother said that girls' hair deserves more care."

After returning to Hogwarts, life is still the same, dealing with class, get out of class, review, self-study, eating, listening to Harry's analysis of Professor Snape's conspiracy.

"Listen to me, Harry, you must be careful the day after tomorrow! Snape is the referee, you must know that he will be biased. Otherwise, you should deliberately break your leg and retire!"

During dinner, Ron almost tossed and turned these few words.And Harry also seemed to be frowning, he propped his head and muttered, "It's impossible for Wood to find another Seeker."

"Why is Snape going to be the referee?" I pushed Hermione beside me, and she gave me a blank look before saying, "It seems that you don't care about Quidditch at all." I turned my puzzled eyes to Harry, "Okay! I really don't care much about the sport. Can you give me a little gossip?"

"It's a game, a Quidditch game," said Harry, poking the beef on his plate repeatedly with a fork, as if the piece of meat had been cut from Professor Snape, "Snape will Be the referee for the Quidditch match two days later."

"Oh... that sounds really bad." My honest condolences to Harry.

"Okay, listen, I have something to say." Hermione pushed the plate aside and looked at us seriously, "Remember Nick Flamel?" Hermione looked at us curiously with satisfaction expression, continued, "Nick Flamel is the only person in the world who knows how to make the Philosopher's Stone."

"The Sorcerer's Stone?" I subconsciously interfaced, "You mean the Philosopher's Stone in alchemy? Wait! What do you say Professor Snape did to steal the Sorcerer's Stone?!" I looked at Hermione and felt that something was wrong. It starts to get complicated.

"That's the question! Does he want the Philosopher's Stone for himself, or...for someone else?" Hermione stared at me, narrowing her eyes slightly.Apparently we were thinking the same thing.

"Hey! Can you worry about the other audience?" Ron said impatiently, "What the hell is the Philosopher's Stone?"

"The Philosopher's Stone, also known as the Philosopher's Stone or the Philosopher's Stone, is a substance with magical powers." Hermione lowered her voice, motioning Harry and Ron to come closer, "The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, It can also be used to make an elixir of life. There have been countless versions of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, and there is only one left of the Philosopher's Stone, which is owned by Nick Flamel."

"So... What Momo is guarding is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Professor Snape is trying to get it." I said softly.

The next afternoon, the Quidditch match started as usual, and when we saw Professor Snape standing in the middle of the grass with a gloomy face, Ron, Hermione, and Neville could only pray for Harry silently.

"Are you here to see how Potter fell into the mud?" Malfoy's annoying voice came out of nowhere.I glanced at him sullenly, and he stared back unflinchingly.

"Even if Harry fell off the broomstick, he made a contribution to the team. He is a hero! It's better than some guys who can't get on the broomstick and only know how to point fingers and make sarcastic remarks in the stands!" I said bitterly. push back.Meanwhile, Professor Snape awarded Hufflepuff a serve for no reason.

"You!" Malfoy jumped up from his chair when he was excited, but he sat back with a smile after a while and said, "It's not bad for me to make sarcastic remarks in the stands, it's better than some people who fainted after blowing wind." The guy is strong."

I stared at him, silent.

He was talking about the last time I passed out after my allergies triggered my asthma.

But how did he know I fainted?I didn't tell anyone!

Malfoy was probably pissed off by my words, and suddenly became angry and began to attack indiscriminately, starting from Harry and the Weasley brothers in the arena, all the way to the few of us sitting in the front row of him.

"I want to beat them!" I elbowed Ron, who was gnashing his teeth because of Snape's black whistle.

In fact, in the Muggle world, there is something called football hooligans.And this kind of hooligan has been famous in the seats of the Premier League for a long time, and at this moment I also have the intention of developing into a Quidditch hooligan.

Ron looked back gloomyly at Malfoy, who was scolding him with a beating face.

"Weasley, what are you looking at me for?" Malfoy spread his hands gracefully, "Look at Potter! He's probably picking up gold! Maybe he can give you some! You know you need that." He pointed at Harry who was diving rapidly, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Meanwhile, Professor Snape once again ignored Hufflepuff's gratuitous foul.Ron seemed to tolerate it to the extreme. His facial muscles were tense and he greeted Malfoy with a fist in the face without saying a word.

Malfoy was successfully overturned to the ground, followed by Ron and jumped on top of him, and for a moment the two were inseparably entangled.Malfoy's followers, Crabbe and Goyle, rushed over immediately when something went wrong.I pulled up Neville next to me, "Crabbe on the left is yours!" As I said, I grabbed Goyle's arm and dragged him down.

In fact, purebred wizards rely too much on wands and magic, and they hardly exercise their physical fitness.So in terms of fists alone, their stature is almost a display.With almost no effort, I knocked Goyle to the ground.

"You bastard, get the hell out of here!" Gore, who was subdued to the ground, became furious, with blue veins popping out on my forehead.The flesh all over his face bulges out in strange postures.

"Shut up! You bastard!" I clenched my fists and waved to his chin.The thick sensuality didn't make my fist feel painful, but instead aroused my desire to punch again.

At this moment, the Gryffindor stand, which was so tense that it was about to explode, suddenly boiled.Hermione jumped up from her seat screaming.

"Stop the fight! Harry caught the Snitch! We won!" She yelled and pulled me off Goyle, I was a little stunned.Looking up at Ron, Neville, and Malfoy Crabbe, who were injured in different degrees, I pulled the wizard robe on my body in a good mood, and I was the only one who won the victory!

After the Quidditch ended, Harry became more determined about Professor Snape's desire to steal the Philosopher's Stone.He even thought that Quirrell, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, was stubbornly resisting Snape.Maybe he's right, but I really can't relate that guy who can't walk with his center of gravity to a hero.

Closing the book "Fantastic Magical Creatures" in front of me, I turned my head and looked out from the window of the study room. The sky was gray and gray, and the numbers in the yard were blown by the wind and showed distorted shapes.

I subconsciously breathed into the palm of my hand, it's really cold today.

Harry and the others told me to go to Hagrid's cabin this afternoon if nothing happened. They said that Hagrid raised a dragon. If I'm interested, I can go to open my eyes.This made me feel very excited, after all, it is not every day that a living dragon can be seen.

"You're going to that half-giant's house? What's hiding in his house?" Malfoy's voice suddenly came from the woods behind him.I turned around in shock, and saw him walking slowly from behind a tree with his wand raised.He raised the corners of his lips as if to smile, but this involved the wound at the corner of his mouth.

"Merlin's socks!" he cursed under his breath.It was only then that I realized that something was wrong, I just let him down a few days ago, he must be here to seek revenge now.

I hastily drew my wand from my pocket, but before I could point it at him.One of his 'disarmament' spells threw my wand out of my hand and it flew far away.

Now I am unarmed, and he will definitely not give me another chance to fight melee.Subconsciously swallowing my saliva, I stepped back in small steps.