[HP]Helen Pan

"Harry, this is for you." I opened the package that I had unwrapped from Barbara.The two boxes of chocolates were handed to Harry who was eating a bacon sandwich, "Grandpa gave it to you, he said you liked these spherical cocoa butter bonbons when you lived in his estate last time, so I gave it to you." You brought some."

Harry lifted his head from the plate, hurriedly stuffed the small sandwich in his hand into his mouth, and took the chocolate from me.

"Thank you, Mr. Pan for me." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his emerald eyes narrowed into two curved crescents behind the round gold-rimmed glasses.

Ron glanced at the bright purple box of chocolates, and gnawed listlessly at the small lunch bag.You must know that he received a letter from his mother again today, and every time he received a letter from Mrs. Weasley, he always felt depressed for a while.In this regard, he is very different from his twin brother. At this moment, they have already thrown the letter from home aside, and happily chatted with the girl next to him.

Hermione flipped through that day's Daily Prophet, and then relayed some boring news in the newspaper, such as the Minister of Magic Fudge introduced a certain policy that reflected his political vision, but that policy was too far away from us, so that I was alone Didn't hear the words.

"Don't mention those boring things, okay?" I slapped Hermione's newspaper with one hand, "There is another Potions class this afternoon, and every time I take Professor Snape's class, the feeling is really more tormented than being thrown into the cauldron Right? Harry!" I pushed Harry, and he immediately nodded empathetically, and even Ron, who was depressed just now, followed suit.

Hermione gave me a blank look, and then pulled the newspaper out of my hand, "So I told you to study carefully. By the way, Helen, haven't you been holding the potions textbook every day these days? You may remember more knowledge about medicine class than me!"

"Come on!" I waved my hands exaggeratedly, "Every time I go to the cabinet to get medicine, I feel like a frog stared at by a snake!"

"Don't talk about Professor Snape, Harry has Quidditch training this afternoon, are you going?" Hermione slowly folded the unfolded newspaper and placed it at the bottom of her stack of books.

"I'm going to train today too..." I curled my lips and took a sip of the pumpkin juice on the table.Just thinking about that wizarding jousting gives me a headache.A few days ago, I was very interested in this competition, and I went to the library to check the information.The wizard riding competition originated from the British wizarding aristocracy, and it has a history of more than 200 years.The riders who can participate in the competition and finally win the prize will be awarded the first-class knight medal, which will always be respected.

I once saw this record in the book "Knight Chronicle": "The brave and fearless knight will wade through the river of desire, the swamp of fear, and split the thorns of fate in order to pursue his beliefs. The darkness will usher in the ultimate honor."

There are many obstacles in this competition, and every participating rider must put his life as a bet in order to seek the honor that is higher than life.

I swear that I will dedicate my faithful soul to Allah.

Humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit, these are the creeds I abide by throughout my life.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the prayers I used to say to my grandfather.

Dedicate my soul to Allah...

I can swear eternal allegiance, but who is that Allah?

"Stop drinking!" Just when I was in a daze, Harry suddenly and violently snatched my cup from my hand, and the orange pumpkin juice splashed all over me.

"Hey!" I stood up from the chair in shock, trying to shake off the pumpkin juice that hadn't been absorbed by the cloak.

"Clean it up." Hermione quickly took out her wand and cast a spell at me. The black cloak that was soaked in pumpkin juice immediately became neat and tidy, as if it had just been ironed.

"Sorry." Harry held his glass stiffly, his face a little ugly, "Aren't you allergic to pumpkin?"

"Ah! This!" I shook my cloak before I sat back down. "My allergies are caused by my body's spontaneous rejection of magic. When my blood is fused with the magic creature unicorn , This means that I have truly integrated into the magical world, and the spontaneous rejection is over. This time, the damn allergy is completely cured. Besides, unicorns have a certain degree of healing effect." I shrugged, Taking the cup back from Harry's hand, "The school's pumpkin juice is really good, I want another cup."

Professor Snape's class is still very unlucky, this time he asked us to make a scabies potion alone.I swear I've boiled that little potion to the ideal level the book calls for, but I still only get a D.Looking at Hermione's aggrieved face, I knew that perhaps it was impossible for a Gryffindor child to get a better grade than a D under Snape.

"Look at all the top students in Gryffindor who only got a D!" At lunch, Crabbe shouted loudly at the Slytherin table, so that those young masters and ladies who think highly of themselves and always put on aristocratic airs They cast contemptuous glances at him.But Draco was very happy, and under his indulgence, Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be a bit of a villain.

"Slytherin bastard! Those guys are always so disgusting, like... like slug slime!" Ron bit the baked chicken leg hard, as if he had a Slytherin in his mouth of meat.Hermione sat next to me with a sullen face and seemed to have a poor appetite, but Harry was very energetic, and he kept talking about his fantasies about Professor Snape and the Philosopher's Stone.

When Malfoy left the table, he went around the Gryffindor table, and when he saw me, he looked half-smiling, "The children of the Pan family are really disappointing."

I ate the last bite of risotto without taste, I picked up the napkin and wiped my mouth, "I heard Malfoy got an A+, right?" I looked back at the man's pretty face, "I don't know why such a Achievements can make people proud, or the Malfoy family's requirements have always been...not too high?"

The haughty and cold smile on Malfoy's face was torn apart and replaced by an expression of embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "It's better than getting a D for your flat chest! Of course, someday you can reach a D in some way." , that is also a success, although the probability is very small."

Crashed.

I was stabbed in the pain and froze on the spot.

Many times, I suspect that Malfoy's hobby is to make people angry, and then watch them jump their feet for fun.

"What did Malfoy just say?" Harry looked at Malfoy's leaving back with his head poking his head, and he blinked his eyes in a particularly naive manner.

"He said he wanted to die." The steel fork was twisted into a twisted shape in my hand, "May Merlin bless that poor child to be bitten by a dog when he goes out!" I said, standing up with my hands on the table .

"Where are you going?" Harry was clearly taken aback by me.

"Go ride a unicorn." I replied blankly.

When I ran to the back mountain angrily, my anger seemed to be blown away by the gentle wind, and suddenly I couldn't restrain the urge to smile.

The handsome young man was sitting sideways and leaning on a heroic griffin, playing the flute. The melodious and melodious tunes flowing from his fingertips were as refreshing as spring water in the mountains.

The teenager closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a feathery shadow under his eyes.He shook his head intoxicated, the well-length and short hair on his forehead swayed slightly with the rhythm, and the short chestnut-blond hair shone like a handful of broken gold in the sun.The three-dimensional straight nose makes his face more obvious and deep, and the eye sockets are naturally deep, a typical Greek-style handsome man.

At this moment, there was a strong breathing sound from behind, and the warm gas was sprayed on my neck, which made me scream out in fright.I turned around and realized that it was Alexander who came over when I was in a daze.

"Is it Helen?" The young man under the shade was startled, the beautiful flute sound stopped, and the griffin behind him also opened his eyes, stood up, spread his wings and shook his feathers.The griffin stared in my direction with his piercing eyes.I swallowed, and led Alexander out of the bushes.

"Hi, I'm Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff." The young man smiled slightly, the sunlight shot from behind him, casting a layer of dazzling light on the ends of his blond hair, " This is Esmeralda." He pointed sideways at the griffin behind him, and Esmeralda flapped her wings in a face-saving manner, raised her neck and let out a long cry, and the loud and clear bird song echoed in the woods.

"Hello. I'm Helen Penn. I'm a student of Gryffindor." I reached out to shake his hand awkwardly, "This is Alexander," I patted the unicorn's back, and then smiled, "Ah Smeralda is in good spirits."

"En!" Cedric nodded, and at the same time took out a mouse from his side pocket and threw it into the air. Esmeralda raised her upper body, bit the mouse tightly with her sharp beak, and then snapped swallowed.

"Then let's get started!" Cedric suggested with a smile.

"what!"

After falling off Alexander's back again, I squinted at Alexander, who was standing two steps away, recovering, and then slapped my fist on the grass in frustration.

Originally, I thought that the appearance of a unicorn was similar to that of a horse, so it shouldn't be too difficult to drive it.But the reality always runs counter to the ideal. The wizard riding competition requires the horse's hooves to be at least five meters away from the ground.In other words, this is not so much a riding competition, it is more appropriate to say that this is a flying competition.

"It's okay! Unicorns don't have wing joints, and the rider's legs are not fixed and it is easier to fall off the horse." Cedric landed beside me with Esmeralda, reaching out to pull me up.Just as I was about to stand up, a burning pain in my knee made me pause and then fall back down heavily.

"What's wrong?" Cedric slid off Esmeralda's back, stood beside me and squatted down.I slowly lifted up the trousers, and a bruise appeared on my supposedly white knee. A small part of the skin had been scratched, and blood was slowly oozing from the wound.

"Don't move, let me take a look." Cedric looked up and smiled at me, then slowly took out a delicate purple wand from his pocket, "It's back to normal!" He pointed at my wand with the tip of his wand. Wound, shaking the wrist to draw a wonderful arc.

The magic took effect, the skin at the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bruises gradually faded away.In less than a while, my knee was as good as ever.I tried to stand up and move my hands and feet, and I was even more flexible than before the injury.

"This is a good magic." Cedric smiled with his lips pursed, looking very warm.He raised his head and put one hand on his forehead, looked in the direction of the setting sun, and then suggested, "It's late, let's go back!"

He stood up and helped Esmeralda straighten her feathers, "Man, go back to your den! I'll come see you tomorrow." After speaking, he patted Esmeralda on the head, and the lion The vulture raised its head and let out a long cry towards the sky. It flapped its wings and soared into the air. Its vigorous figure completed a beautiful maneuver in the air. She glanced at her master one last time, and then flew towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest without looking back. go.

"Cedric, you go back first!" I patted Alexander's neck, then turned over and climbed up his back again, "I want to practice for a while." As I said, I put my hand on the unicorn's neck After touching it, Alexander raised his neck and pawed the ground with his hoof, then trot forward and soared into the air.Just kidding, I haven't even mastered the balance in the air so far, let alone such things as emergency stops, turns, turns, and air postures.The qualifiers are just three days after the end of the exam week, which means I only have one month left to train. If I don't work hard, I will lose ugly!

The wind is often strong in high places, and I dare not let go of Alexander's neck, for fear that the wind will blow him off his back in the next moment.

Just as I was riding Alexander hovering over the woods, I vaguely saw a figure among the trees. Judging from the white head, it should be Draco Malfoy.

what is he doing there

Frowning, I patted Alexander on the head for him to land.