[HP]Helen Pan

Wandless magic is a kind of advanced magic.This is too difficult for me, a first-year freshman. You must know that performing wandless magic requires extremely fine control over one's own magic power.

"Okay, let's try again." Cedric sat on Esmila's back, keeping a distance of two meters from me and flying flat, "Take a deep breath, keep your mind concentrated, and gather the magic power flowing in your body to your lap, and say silently in your heart—inseparable." He reminded the point again.

I nodded to him, and then tightened my left leg to signal Alexander to make a left-handed swing.But Alexander's movements were too fast, and I obviously couldn't keep up with his rhythm. It was impossible to calm down and cast magic in a hurry.

"It's okay, let's try again." Cedric suddenly slid off Esmeralda's back and landed on Alexander's back.He grabbed my hand from behind and held Alexander's neck, and said, "I'll protect you, concentrate and try again."

In the following time, I fell into Cedric's arms countless times, thinking that one day I would knock him out of his internal injuries.Cedric, on the other hand, always smiled indifferently. His bangs, which were neither long nor short, were lifted by the wind, making the boy's smile look a bit blurred against the blue sky behind him.

The road back to the dormitory from the back mountain is usually not too barren, but it still surprises me to meet Malfoy who is obviously not kind.Subconsciously observed the environment, there were only two people, and it was a great opportunity to kill and silence with no one around.

"Hello." I waved at him, looking at his dark complexion, I instinctively lowered my head and tried to slip away from him.But Malfoy didn't want to let me go, he stood in the middle of the road with his hips akimbo.

"What's the matter?" I squinted at him, and subconsciously reached for the wand in my arms.It occurred to me that maybe in the future I should hide my wand in my sleeve, it would be much more convenient.

"Didn't expect you to fall in love with Hufflepuff idiots." He stared at me, swearing at each other, "Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and your brain can only compete with Hufflepuff and Gryffindor idiots." Dementia together."

I scratched my face, a little impatient.I am already outraged by Malfoy's frequent provocations, because although Master Malfoy is not a good person, his curse words are really poor, and he is completely unable to arouse my anger when he talks.If I use my mother's words, it means that my skin will be thicker after grinding.And according to my observation, Malfoy seems to prefer to cast spells on Harry and the others. For me, he is more inclined to verbal attacks.

"And then?" I lowered my head and straightened my injured leather gloves.Noble Malfoy repeated a few words over and over.

"You..." Malfoy was at a loss for words for a moment, he froze in place as if he didn't know how to continue.

"Do you know what's for dinner today? I'm hungry." I asked.

"Grilled lamb chops." Malfoy said, a little confused.

"Oh. Thank you." I nodded my thanks, and then said to him, "Then if you have nothing to say, I'll go first." Then, I waved him goodbye.

During dinner, Ron gnawed on the bone with his hands in the shapeless ribs, tilted his head and whispered, "Look at Malfoy's expression, doesn't it look like he swallowed a slug? It looks really disgusting." People are happy."

With exam week came my growing affair with Cedric.

My mother said that turning nonsense into fact is what a gossipman is for.Now I can finally empathize. God knows how many people Aisha told me about Cedric and me. There were even rumors that we were already engaged and were about to graduate and get married.

This made me very depressed, but Cedric was not affected much.He always smiled, then shrugged indifferently and said that the rumors about him have never stopped since he entered school.

One cannot live under the rumors of others.

As June rolls around, final exams finally begin.

Flitwick's professor in Charms didn't give us too much trouble, just asked us to let a pineapple tap dance from one side of the table to the other.Professor McGonagall in Transfiguration asked us to turn a mouse into a snuffbox, which was a bit difficult for me, since Transfiguration has always been a headache for me.

The Potions class that worried me the most was an amnesiac potion, and I almost laughed out loud when I got the exam paper.Professor Snape looked at me with an ugly expression. I think he would have deducted points from Gryffindor if he hadn't taken care of the exam atmosphere.

The final History of Magic exam was no suspense for me, because it took me one night to memorize the entire textbook.When I closed the ink bottle after answering the last question, I was even sure that I could get a perfect score.

At the end of the last exam, everyone cheered and left the exam room.Hermione excitedly pulled me to answer this answer, but when I thought about the game in two days, I couldn't get a little bit interested.Ron said that we had a whole week to wait for the results to be announced, and he excitedly tugged at Harry's arm and talked about his plans for the next week, and it sounded like they were going to play like crazy for a week.

"And what about Helen?" Hermione said she planned to go to the library to kill time, and cast her expectant eyes on me.

"Two days later... I have a match." I retracted my gaze from George, silently pinching the tickets in my pocket, and wanted to invite them to watch my match, but felt that it was more likely that I would make a fool of myself in public.At this moment, Harry suddenly let out a low cry, and he pressed his forehead tightly, and the frown showed his pain.

"Damn it. My forehead hurts again. And it's worse than it's been in a while." He said in choked-up gasps.

"Shall we send you to Madam Pomfrey?" I pocketed the ticket again, staring nervously at Harry.

"No." He waved his hand, "This is not a disease, but a hint. It hints at something ominous..." Halfway through Harry's words, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall who came from a distance.Seeing the eager look of the professor, we glanced at each other, silently thinking about the mistakes we did recently.

"Helen," Professor McGonagall walked hurriedly, panting heavily, her chest heaving.After standing still in front of me, she let out a long sigh of relief, and said kindly, "My child, are you ready?"

"Preparing for what? Professor." I stood up awkwardly.

"Of course it's a riding competition." Professor McGonagall took me to the direction of the dormitory. "We have to prepare some daily necessities quickly. The carriage to the Myrtle Racecourse is about to leave."

"Miss Pan, is it really appropriate to bring only two sets of wizard robes?" Pumbaa, a house-elf who lives in Hogwarts and specializes in cleaning up the students' houses, carefully folded the wizard robes and looked back worriedly. I asked in a low voice.

"Of course." I nodded, and at the same time threw out my riding boots and leather gloves for Pumbaa to pack.I just found out that the players participating in the competition must report to the competition two days before the start of the competition.

"There is always a feeling of being on the verge of an enemy!" I stepped off the bed in frustration, and Anthony jumped off the bed in fright. He shook the fur on his body, and then stared at me worriedly.Peng Peng folded his hands in front of his chest, and he was also staring at me, his eyes kept rolling like two ping-pong balls, and he was frightened.

Then I remembered that my grandfather's Lulu told me that some wizards like to abuse house-elves as a way to vent their anger.So house-elves will always be more neurotic around an emotionally unstable wizard.

"I'm sorry to scare you." I hugged Anthony and smiled at Peng Peng, but it elicited a bigger reaction from him.I saw Peng Peng kneeling on the ground shaking like chaff, his ears drooping, his voice trembling and thin, "Peng Peng did something wrong! Peng Peng shouldn't have made Miss Pan unhappy! Peng Peng shouldn't be talking too much! Peng Peng Peng is a bad thing!" As he spoke, he began to slap himself repeatedly.

When I was at a loss, Professor McGonagall, who was waiting at the door, came in.

She glanced at me, then said to Peng Pengli, "Go back!"

With a puff of green smoke, Peng Peng disappeared without a trace.

"Are you ready?" Professor McGonagall eagerly reached out to pick up the package for me, then held my head and looked at it as if to confirm, "Let's go quickly! Don't make the principal wait. "

"Principal?" I was held by Professor McGonagall, and I walked passively.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall hurriedly turned back, "Principal Dumbledore insisted on personally sending the two little knights from our school to the arena, and he hoped to watch you go to the arena. By the way, you and Mr. Diggory's family also Received the invitation." As she spoke, Professor McGonagall smiled, even though her face was no longer young, the smile was still warm.

When sending me into the carriage, Professor McGonagall bent down and touched my head, "Remember, Helen, you are the pride of our college no matter what."

It was only after getting into the car that Cedric was already waiting inside. He leaned on the back of the chair and looked very relaxed.

"Aren't you nervous?" I was a little surprised.

"Nervous?" Cedric laughed, "Why?" He reached out and rubbed my hair, saying in a mischievous tone, "Little guy, don't think too much!" Then he took out a box of Candy stuffed into my hand.

Headmaster Dumbledore was the last to get on the carriage. He was tall but the roof of the carriage seemed to be extendable, and he seemed to have no trouble getting into the carriage.Purple robes, long beards, half-moon eyes, and that signature cheerful smile, this is our principal, the greatest white mage of this century, who always makes people feel reassured for no reason.

The principal patted Cedric on the shoulder, and then jokingly said, "Young people are like young trees, the days and nights are long, and they have grown so tall after only a few days of seeing each other." He sat down next to me , an aroma of caramel hits the face, it seems that Mr. Dumbledore must like sugar very much.

"Oh! Helen!" He rubbed my head and suggested with a smile, "Maybe you can consider growing your hair long."

"Okay! Are my little knights ready?" Dumbledore took out his wand, then turned his head to gesture to us, "We are about to set off!" He said, pointing the carriage with his wand.

There was a faint sound of wings flapping in my ears, and the body of the horse began to shake and bump. After a run-up, the carriage soared into the air, and the magnificent Hogwarts finally turned into a faint scenery under the clouds.