[HP]Helen Pan

I took a step back, and Malfoy took a step forward, pressing harder and harder.

"Say it! What the hell are you doing in that half-giant's house? Huh?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, with an expression of excitement similar to debunking a conspiracy.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We're just reading and studying in Hagrid's room!" I looked at him, stepping back, thinking about the next lie, "Hagrid's rock cakes are delicious!"

"You're lying!" Malfoy glared at me, his pale cheeks flushed with excitement, he took a big breath and approached me step by step, "You, a Gryffindor, don't want to fool Slytherin!" He said Satisfied, his gray-blue eyes shone with rare excitement.

The wind in the woods did not weaken at all, but became stronger one after another. The original faint fragrance of the pine branches drifted away in the strong wind, leaving only the tense rustling sound that could be heard endlessly.My mind ran through countless ways he might attack me, similar to the Leg Lock Charm he used on Neville, or the Petrification Charm, or something else.

I suddenly began to resent myself for neglecting my magic class, an unarmed man against a wizard with a wand, and the results seemed obvious.

"Say it!" Malfoy moved the wand in his hand, his expression was restrained excitement, "Are you waiting for me to cast a curse if you don't speak again? What are Harry and the others secretly planning?"

It seemed that there was no way to retreat, and when I shook my head in embarrassment and stepped back again, my outstretched foot stepped on the air.I subconsciously reached out to grab something, and at this moment my hand suddenly held a warm and skinny hand.

"Damn it! Hold me tighter!" Malfoy took my hand.

Seen from below, his pale face was blood-red from the exertion.

I stretched out my hands and tried hard to grab the ground, but the force of the fall was too great, and he was still carried down by me after all.

"Don't you bastard have eyes? Back up! Back up! What's there to do?"

Malfoy angrily patted off the dead leaves on his robe, then stroked his somewhat disheveled hair before standing up and looking up at the entrance of the cave.

"Whose eyes grow behind?" I just sat there, observing the burrow secretly.Visually, the hole is about three meters deep, in the shape of an upside-down spindle, and the space below can probably accommodate three children.

"Damn! What's this?" Malfoy began to curse again, but there was a little panic in his voice, and even a tremor at the end.I looked up and followed his line of sight, a silver spider about the size of two plates was entrenched on the rock wall, confronting us.

The spider had eight blood-red eyes that radiated something ominous.It was covered with shiny silver fluff, and its eight long legs stretched out freely, occupying most of the cave wall, and made fine noises as it moved.

"Spider, spider!" I stammered unconsciously, straightened up and pressed my back against the dirt wall behind me.Malfoy was standing beside me, and I could see his nervousness.

Cold sweat poured out of my palms uncontrollably, I grabbed Malfoy's hand subconsciously, and he grabbed mine back, both hands were equally cold.

"I think that purebred wizards should be trivial to such a little spider?" I stuttered.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and glared at the eager spider, then said viciously, "If I hadn't dropped my wand, this would be a piece of cake, of course!"

"What should we do now?" I asked.

"Go up, go up!" Malfoy also became less agile.

"What? Are you joking?" I stared at him sideways in disbelief, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, isn't what he said nonsense?

At this moment, a silver light flashed in front of my eyes, and I could vaguely see traces of abnormal light in the spider's blood-red eyes.Malfoy subconsciously stretched out his hand and knocked the spider aside.

"Ah!" Malfoy screamed, and he slid slowly to the ground clutching his left hand, "I was bitten by it!" He looked at me, his gray-blue eyes full of fear and panic.

I looked pessimistically at Malfoy, who was sitting on the ground and panting heavily, and the big spider entrenched on the other side of the cave, and then I closed my eyes and yelled, rushed towards the spider, and stomped on it.With a clicking sound, and a texture of sap splashing, Malfoy suddenly shouted, "Are you enough? You trampled all the spiders!"

Hearing his voice, I slowly opened my eyes, and I looked down at my feet, a piece of viscous body fluid.Regardless of how disgusting I was, I threw myself at Malfoy's side again.

"What do you decide now?" I stammered, not knowing where to put my hands.It was the first time in my life that I encountered such a situation, God knows I was so anxious that I wanted to cry.

"I feel dizzy." Malfoy replied weakly, clutching his left hand.

"What should I do? What should I do?" I looked at him and said to myself.Suddenly some fragments flashed in my mind, and I tried hard to recall the knowledge of survival in the wild that I had learned in the past.With trembling hands, I took his left hand and was about to bring it to my mouth.

"You, what are you doing?" Malfoy stammered and tried to withdraw his hand.

"I'll suck the poison out for you! Yes, that's what the Discovery Channel says!" I said incoherently, "Come on! Press your wrist to prevent the poison from spreading!" I pressed his right hand against my left after the wrist.

"It might hurt, bear with it!" I stared at Malfoy, feeling my heart beating violently in my chest.After seeing him nodding, I wiped the back of his hand with the pulp of my thumb, then took a deep breath and attached my lips to his wound.

"What kind of spider is this?" Malfoy gasped continuously.

I spit out a mouthful of his bloodshot saliva, then wiped my mouth and remembered the magical creature textbook I read today, "This is a silver fluffy cave spider. Hmm..." I pressed his hand to suck the blood again, to make sure the saliva After the smell of blood faded away, I began to tear the hem of the cloak to bandage him.

"This kind of spider is native to South America and lives in caves. Its lifespan is about five to eight years." I bit the torn cloth strip with my mouth, and carefully held Malfoy's hand so as not to touch his wound, "They were In his life, he will dig a hole about three meters deep, and then wait for the stumbled animals to fall into his trap. The most important thing is... The most important thing is..." At this point, I suddenly couldn't continue , even the movement stopped.

"What's the most important thing?" Malfoy frowned and moved closer to me.

"The most important thing is that this kind of spider is non-venomous and mainly feeds on dead animals." I looked at him and said dully.

He looked at me and stopped talking.

And I seemed to realize something, I just touched the corpse indirectly with my mouth...

Suddenly, there was a tumbling in my stomach.I turned my head and spat vigorously.Then I looked back at him, and we both hummed in unison as we tossed our heads the other way.After a while, I realized I was still holding Malfoy's half-bandaged hand.After wrapping up his wound indiscriminately, I hummed and shook his hand away.

"Hey! What do you mean by that?" Malfoy stared at me angrily, clutching his left hand, "Do you think you're dumping trash?"

"How bad do you think it is?" I squinted at him.

"No matter how good things pass through your hands, they will become trash!" Malfoy pulled the messy cloth in his hand with disgust, and then glared at me provocatively.

"Then tear it down!" I grabbed his hand, and at the same time added more force to his wound.

"Let me go!"

After being pinched to the sore spot, Malfoy's expression suddenly became ferocious.He yelled and jumped up, struggling to shake off my hand.I couldn't dodge for a while and was pushed to the dirt wall behind me by him.

With an angry expression on his face, he put his elbows against my chest and suppressed me immobile, "Give me some sense! Don't think that the Pan family is anything special! You half-breed!"

I calmly looked at his hand across my chest, struggling slightly but he pressed it tighter.I took a deep breath and then looked up at the small hole above my head, trying to speak calmly, "I never thought the Pan family was anything special. But, I think as a gentleman, you shouldn't touch a young lady's chest so directly ’” After saying that, I felt like my face was hot enough to fry an egg.

And Malfoy let go like an electric shock.

"Damn it!" Probably because of shame and anger, his entire face was almost blushing.He lifted his cloak to vent his anger and wiped his hands as if they had spider fluids on them.

"I haven't felt ashamed of being bitten by a dog, what are you ashamed of?" I suddenly felt a little awkward, and I always felt that my roles and his roles seemed to be exchanged.

"Come on! I feel sick." Malfoy seemed to have been stepped on by me once.He raised his head quickly and stared at me viciously, with a blush on his face, "As a woman, you are too peaceful!"

Is it bearable, what is unbearable?

A woman who is accused of being flat-chested and calm is not a woman.

"Draco Malfoy! You pompous, narcissistic, over-the-top guy, what right do you have to accuse me of having flat chest?! Do you have big boobs? Do you have pecs? Do you have abs? Come on! Look at you, little one, are you underdeveloped? You look pale all day long, and your vitality is low. I think you should ask your father to take you to the hospital. By the way, I think Wake up, on the way to the hospital, you better go to the barber shop again, look at your hairstyle, it's done according to the most popular style in the 40s?" I stared at him, almost speechless.

When I finished these words in one breath, Malfoy almost turned pale with anger, he opened his mouth repeatedly and finally choked out only one sentence, "You are not a cute woman!"

"I don't need your appreciation either!"

"Hmph!" We looked away from each other contemptuously at the same time.

Just then, Harry and Ron called from above the hole.After the two of them pulled me up with a hemp rope, I wiped the slime off my boots with fallen leaves on the ground.

"Pull Malfoy up too!" I suggested.

"I don't want it!" Ron jumped up with his eyes wide open, and he said loudly, "It's good for a guy like Malfoy to stay down there! I don't want to help him!" He rubbed the corner of his eye that was hit by Malfoy. The bruises that came out showed a displeasure on his face.

"Harry. Help me!" I cast my gaze on Harry.I was the one who pulled Malfoy down, and my conscience will never allow me to keep him down.

"Okay!" Harry blinked, then he lowered his head and stroked his hair, "Although I don't like him, I'm willing to help you."

Facts have proved that the fable of the farmer and the snake is very philosophical.

When Harry and I struggled to fish out Malfoy, the little snake, not only was he ungrateful, but he picked up his wand and patted his ass with a harsh word and left.

"Look! I said I shouldn't have saved him." Ron spread his hands.