[HP]Helen Pan

what is he doing there

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

I rolled over from Alexander's back neatly, and I made a silent gesture to him, then I tiptoed aside the branches in front of me and looked at Malfoy's back.

At this moment, Malfoy looked around warily, and he threw aside his beautiful wizard robes.The magic wand in his hand waved a beautiful arc, and dots of light poured out from the tip of the wand to form light blue halos.

"What are you doing?" I walked out of the bushes and looked at him with my head tilted, full of doubts.

For an instant.

Malfoy turned back in shock, a pair of gray-blue eyes stared fiercely in my direction, and at the same time the wand in his hand was pointed at me accurately.

"All petrochemical!"

A blue light came straight towards me like a lightning bolt accompanied by a crackling sound.

It’s over.

The distance is too short, even if I go to draw my wand now, it will be too late.

Just when I was about to confess, a white light flashed in front of my eyes.Alexander stood in front of me, shook his head casually to push away the magic, and then sneezed at Malfoy.

"Where did this stupid thing come from?" Malfoy put down his wand with a sigh of relief, and glanced at Alexander with disdainful eyes. The arrogant and arrogant look was completely natural.Just when Malfoy was about to walk towards me, a cluster of gray-blue lights suddenly flashed from the bushes on his left, and in just a moment, there was a gray-blue elephant hanging on Malfoy's arm. Animals like wolves.

"Merlin's socks! All petrified!" Malfoy raised his right hand with difficulty and cast a curse at the wolf. Fortunately, the wolf wanted to use his left hand instead of the right hand with the wand.

"What the hell are you doing?" I took a few quick steps towards Malfoy, and stretched out my hand to pull the stiff wolf off Malfoy's arm. When I got closer, I realized that it was a creature from the Forbidden Forest, called a jackal.

"You take it easy!" Malfoy grinned, maybe my action pulled his wound.

"Why would jackals attack you? They are gentle in nature and never take the initiative to attack humans." I was a little puzzled.I remember I cursed Malfoy in the restaurant for being bitten by a dog when he went out. Could it be that my curse is so effective?Isn't curse a magic that can only be mastered by seniors?

Glancing at Malfoy's bloody arm, I reached into the inside of my jacket to pull out my wand.

"You...I don't want you to bandage! You make it so ugly!" Malfoy saw my movement and wanted to retract his arm, but the force was surprisingly small, and even his tone sounded like a baby.

"I won't bandage you." I gave him a blank look. Last time I tore my cloak to bandage him. Now I'm wearing a back cloak. If I tear it up again, I should have no school uniform to wear, " Back to normal!" I threw a spell at Malfoy's wound, which I just learned secretly from Cedric, I hope I can master it.

Following a light green light, the wound on Malfoy's arm began to heal, the blood had been contained, and the skin tissue began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Are you ready?" I sighed and stretched out my hand to wipe off the blood on his arm, and I could see a few pink scars left on the slightly pale skin, "There are scars..."

I looked up at Malfoy cautiously, guilty, knowing that I should have sent him to Madam Pomfrey instead of showing off.Malfoy's face looked ugly, his chest heaved and heaved, probably about to explode.

"You idiot! Are you infected by that Longbottom of Gryffindor? Are you full of slugs?" He pushed me away and said angrily, "You said now What to do?! You are responsible!"

Malfoy stood up in front of me, looking up from below, his figure looked extremely tall.

"Do you have a solution?" I stretched out my hand and patted Alexander's leg. If I remember correctly, it seems to be recorded in the book that unicorns have the ability to heal wounds.

Alexander lowered his head and rubbed my cheek with his cheek, which seemed to be playful.

"Stretch out your hand." I stood up, shook the dead leaves on the cloak, pulled La Malfoy's sleeve timidly, stared at his accusing eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let Alexander try try."

"Hmph!" Malfoy breathed out his nose, but stretched out his arms very cooperatively.Alexander blinked his wet eyes, took a step back, and lowered his head to put his horns on Malfoy's scar.It may be a hallucination, I seem to see dots of white light spouting from the unicorn's intertwined gold and silver horns, and when those small light spots hit Malfoy's skin, they will turn into smaller dots of light and then slowly fade away, Melting into Malfoy's pale skin.

The light faded, Malfoy withdrew his hand, moved his fingers, the scar on his arm was gone, and the smooth skin was even better than mine.

On the way back to Hogwarts Castle, I remembered the question just now.

"You haven't said why the jackal attacked you."

"I broke the little jackal's foot with a stone, and he came to avenge the child." Malfoy looked relaxed, with a hint of complacency.

"Are you sick?" I blurted out subconsciously.

"You are sick!" He looked at me again with idiot eyes

"You idiot!" Malfoy put his hand on his forehead and made a headache, "I'm here to practice the speed of swinging the wand. The jackal's movements are fast and agile. Only by practicing at this speed can you improve your ability to cast magic. Speed, isn’t that what you do at home?”

After entering the school hall, he made his way quickly to the Slytherin table, looking disdainful for my company.

I'm 11 years old, should an 11 year old girl be in a relationship?

I do not know.

But 13-year-old Juliet and 17-year-old Romeo have died in love. As Italians, I feel that I am under a lot of pressure.

A letter from Mama was added to the list of letters that Barbara brought this morning.This made me feel very surprised, you know this is the first letter from my mother I received in Hogwarts, but after opening the letter, I deeply felt that my mother was an ace reporter of a gossip magazine.

In just three hundred words, the theme is clear, the stalk is clear, and every word is pearls, all of which revolve around my emotional life.Of course, a small part of the content mentioned Harry and Ron, and asked me to start a follow-up report on the campus life of the two, and reply to her with a short draft of about [-] words.

"What's wrong? You look ugly." Hermione sat next to me and looked at me worriedly.We stayed up late last night reading, and I helped her prepare a potion that I saw in the library's Potions Book.

"No, I'm just excited because I received my mother's letter." I bit my lower lip and nodded to Hermione, thinking that when I got home, I must realize that my mother had two boyfriends when she was 11 years old. Tell Dad about it.

"Come on! I expect to receive letters from my mother all my life." Ron's expression was ugly, as if he had swallowed a fly alive.I glanced at him, then nodded silently, and on this point I felt the same way.

How many reasons does it take for a person to like someone?

I don't know this either.

I only know that I am not normal now, every time I see a boy, I will stutter unconsciously, my heart is beating violently in my chest, as if it will pop out of my throat in the next moment, and my head suddenly goes blank, that kind of dizzy feeling It felt as if the air around my feet began to swirl, as long as it was related to him, it would become particularly beautiful in my eyes.

I think I'm in love.

The object is - George Weasley.

The beginning of this crush seemed so ordinary.

It's just that one morning, I was holding the thick stack of magic books that Hermione and I borrowed from the library and was struggling to walk up the spiral stairs leading to the library.At this moment, a group of senior boys running rampantly appeared from behind. I was hit by surprise, and a quill pen placed on the top of the book was knocked down in front of me. On the second flight of stairs.

The stack of magic books in my hand made me unable to bend down, but I just leaned forward and stretched out my hand vigorously to reach the gray-white quill with my fingers.

"What's the matter? Did you drop the pen on the floor?" A nice, naughty boy asked.

With a hand behind his back, he slowly picked up the quill and put it back on the stack of books.That finger is slender and strong, the palm is not fair but very beautiful, with well-defined muscles and bones, and the nails have been carefully trimmed to a very beautiful shape.

George Weasley took two steps forward and stood on the stairs two steps above me.He smiled and reached out to me to take the books from me, then stuck out his tongue and said, "Come on! We shouldn't let the lady do rough work, I'll help you."

The weather that day was rare in the UK.Bright light came in from the stained glass at the corner of the stairs, pulling out multicolored halos, and the rainbow-like light fell softly on George's shoulders, hair, and body.

George's naturally curly short hair was slightly raised, and the disobedient hair was dyed in the color of the sun so that it was almost transparent.And the rest of the hair was so bright that it burned like a flame, and it was so red that it pierced straight into my heart.

In the air, there are fine details, and dust is flying in rolls. The interior of the castle is full of age, exuding the smell of thick wood products. Suddenly, I feel as if I have fallen into an old movie. It makes people unwilling to wake up.

George's smile was so bright and warm that I felt the urge to squint my eyes and smile.Sometimes I don't quite know whether it is the bright sunshine outside the window that day or the boy whose smile is as blazing as the sun.

"Hey!" Hermione's hand waved in front of my eyes.

"What, what?" I came back to my senses, and hurriedly buried my head in the textbook in front of me, trying to hide my panic.

"You..." Hermione stared at me with scrutiny. She threw away the book on her lap and slowly moved from her bed to mine. "You have a problem." Hermione pulled Anthony over Hugged in my arms, each person and cat looked at me brightly.

"Really?" I smirked and chatted with her, "Probably...probably..." I desperately typed the draft in my stomach, and I always felt that people have become stupid recently, "Probably, I have been too tired from training recently. You know that riding competitions are very demanding. I, I have tried several times and haven't mastered the technique of making an emergency stop in the air." As I said that, I sneaked a glance at Hermione.She didn't seem to care about what I said at all, but she was teasing Anthony in her arms wholeheartedly.

"Oh! That's it!" Hermione didn't look up, she scratched Anthony's chin with her fingers, and the latter squinted his eyes comfortably and raised his head, "Then don't be too tired, I will worry, you know Your face is all red."

face, blushing...

I think I can honorably write back to my mother...

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Draco Malfoy

Helen, the beauty in Greek mythology.Just because of her beauty, a group of heroes broke out the Trojan War.

Beauties and heroes are always so beautiful in stories.

But stories are always stories, at least the Helen I know doesn't have such an overwhelming beauty, even though she looks... well, not ugly.

When did you first meet Helen?

It seemed to be the holiday before Hogwarts started.

In Madam Malkin's shop.

The weather was fine that day, but my mood was not very good.My father said that the Parkinson girl would come over with his father at dinner, and it gave me a headache, and every time I saw her acting it made me sick to my stomach.

The afternoon sun poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the store at an oblique angle, but it didn't fall on me, but a large piece of gold fell in front of me.Suddenly, the copper bell hanging on the store door rang, the door was pulled open, and the golden sunlight rushed in from the door, piercing into my eyes and making me unable to open them.

"Very few people do their hair like that anymore."

This was the first sentence she said to me. At that time, I was a little inexplicably dull, and I didn't even understand what she meant for a while.She seemed to have a problem with my hair, which amused me.

Growing up, Malfoy's was right, and no one ever disputed it.

This made me start to look at this girl seriously, with black hair and dark eyes, I have rarely seen such pure black in purebred wizards.She came in with Arthur Pan from the Department of Magic, so she is a child of the Pan family?

The daughter of a Squib and a Muggle?

She seemed like an uncivilized Muggle, and she couldn't hide her surprise about everything in the wizarding world.

Stupid half-breed!

This is what I thought of her at the time

But two days later I dismissed that idea again.It was a dinner specially prepared by my father to celebrate my admission. Helen was very beautiful that day. She was wearing a white skirt with black dots, and her specially dressed appearance was still attractive.

This should be her first time attending a banquet of this nature, and I noticed her a few times intentionally or unintentionally.She is like a mole, secretly hiding in an inconspicuous corner, she looks around but seems to be tired of all this.

Then, Pansy seemed to deliberately go to trouble Helen. It's not uncommon for young ladies from aristocratic families to belittle others in order to elevate themselves, but I just wanted to watch some excitement.

But out of my expectation, facing Pan Xi's blatant sarcasm, she just pushed back lightly, with no trace and a superior move.

Looks like she's not too stupid.

Immediately afterwards, Helen showed me what it means to be double-decker. Her etiquette in front of the elders was almost perfect, and she looked like a noble lady.

It seems that she is the same as us.

This made me look a little sideways at the education of the Pan family. You must know that the Pan family is the only wizarding family that is close to Muggles, except for the poor Weasley family.It's rare that they can still maintain the appearance of aristocrats, and they seem to have a set.

I looked at the grinning face of that old Arthur Penn, whom my father had said was an uncertainty.His second son, Alexis, was the servant of the mysterious man, and he didn't say anything about it, being surprisingly calm.The neutral position is often the most difficult link in the balance. You must know that as long as his position changes slightly, it will have a considerable impact on the entire situation.

My father said that Mr. Pan has no weaknesses.Yes, if a man doesn't even care about his own interests, what else can affect him?I looked at his kindness to Helen and thought maybe we could do something to her.

The father said, "Draco, look! That half-breed of the Pan family may become one of the threats of the mysterious person. You must know what kind of blood is flowing in her body. That fellow Arthur Pan is not stupid, although he is not Will look down on Muggles, but not willingly let Muggle blood flow into their family tree."

A threat to You-Know-Who?

Although the Malfoys are Death Eaters, our allegiance and pursuit are eternal interests, not... a certain person.

Perhaps, this matter will become very interesting.

The sorting result was beyond my expectation, Helen got into Gryffindor!

You must know that most of the people in their family entered Ravenclaw, and a small number of people entered Slytherin. If I remember correctly, she was the first person to enter Gryffindor. !

It seems that she is still getting along well with the savior Harry Potter. Could it be that she has misjudged her?

As the days went by, the magical talent she displayed was disappointing, given that her understanding of the curriculum was on par with someone from a Muggle family.Even sometimes she is not as good as those Muggle children, Merlin knows how this person grows!Even being blown by the wind will make you sick.

What is that disease called?

By the way, cold air allergies.

How funny.

When I saw this guy was sick, she was lying on the ground with her hands tightly covering her chest, looking like she was having difficulty breathing.I wanted to go back to the dormitory, but this guy stood in my way.

I thought, let me do something nice...

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