[HP]Helen Pan

"Hey! Grandpa! Although I trust you very much, anyone with common sense knows that there is no platform nine and four quarters at the train station, right?" I looked at the ticket in my hand and suddenly felt my head swell It hurts.The wizarding world is too wonderful, isn't it?

Surrounded by my father, mother, and grandfather, I was lugging a box almost as tall as I was...and carrying a cage with a cat in it. (a gift from my mother), weaving through the crowd looking for some ridiculous platform nine and three quarters.

Can you imagine?How embarrassing is this scene!

Yes, platform [-] is on my right and platform [-] is on my left.So where is platform nine and three quarters?

"Helen, can you act calmer?"

Grandpa smiled and reached out, taking the cage with the cat in my hand.Then he lifted his chin and said, "Look, platform nine and three-quarters is there."

I looked in the direction my grandfather pointed, and it was a wall.It looks solid enough to be hit by a train.

"You're kidding!" It wasn't me who said that, it was my mother.She put her face in her hands and stared at the wall with the same expression as me.My mother shook her head at her father and said, "This is weird. Let's go home!"

"Oh, Victoria, please trust my father?" The father stretched out his arms to embrace the mother, and the mother obediently buried her head in his arms, and the two looked like glue.It looked like she had completely forgotten about her daughter hitting the wall that way.

"Grandpa..." I looked up and begged.

"Come on! Trust me." Grandpa smiled and put the cat cage back into my hand. He patted my shoulder with an elegant and kind smile.

I bowed my head resignedly and took a deep breath. The feeling was like a free kick. Every nervous nerve tensed up. I didn't think about it anymore. I just closed my eyes and looked at that side. The wall hits.

Ah!

At the last moment, I stopped.My box is almost stuck to that wall.

"Grandfather...please..." I begged and turned my head.

Grandpa walked towards me with a smile.His broad and thick palm patted on my shoulder, not light or heavy, just enough for me to stagger into the wall.

The expected pain did not come, replaced by the sound of the train whistle.

Hogwarts Express.

"How is it? It's not difficult, is it?" Grandpa followed up and said relaxedly behind me.

I rolled my eyes, God knows how nervous I was just now.Great magic makes me feel like an idiot again.

Guess who I saw when I got in the car?

Draco Malfoy.

From a distance, I saw Malfoy and a tall man with long hair walking slowly and gracefully. The man's long hair was also the color of platinum, as if the rich and bright moonlight fell on his shoulders, shining in the sunlight. A faint silver-white halo almost lit up the entire station.

"Hello, Mr. Pan." The tall man next to Malfoy took off his hat and saluted my grandfather, gracefully but with an obnoxiously haughty look.

This man was Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.The same hair color, and that old-fashioned hairstyle with all the hair pulled back with mousse.

Malfoy's father and grandfather talked in an elegant and modest tone, occasionally chuckling.I looked up at my grandfather slightly, feeling that he was a bit hypocritical.This reminds me of that lavish banquet two weeks ago.

"Oh! This is Helen, the lady of the Pan family, always so beautiful." Lucius Malfoy held a wine glass in one hand, and a snake-shaped cane in the other, looking graceful and elegant, he smiled Compliments me, formally, without sincerity.

Grandfather smiled and shook his head. He put his hands on my shoulders and smiled at me, "Mr. Malfoy, I'm a little curious about the little witch that our family has never come out to socialize with."

"Mr. Malfoy, hello!" I followed my grandfather's wishes, bowing my knees to salute him.

"Where is it, I just want to ask my little guest if my banquet has disappointed her." Malfoy smiled, a grin against his will on his pale face.

"Oh! This banquet is wonderful." I looked at my grandfather, trying to remember the etiquette I had learned. "It is an honor to be here with so many prestigious wizards. Especially with Mr. Malfoy It's such an honor to talk to wizards like that."

I remember my mother said that people always like to hear good things.Picking the big ones and flattering them hard, this is called deception in good faith, the art of speaking.

"Draco, why don't you take your future classmates out for a drink?" Mr. Malfoy smiled again, and this time the corners of his lips rose two points.

"Yes, father."

Draco led me to the table, ignored me, and ate and drank on his own.And I slipped out through the French doors, and sat down on the stone steps in the yard with no image.

After sitting down, I took off my new leather shoes and threw them aside. The new shoes that didn't fit had already caused two blisters on my heels.

It was dark in front of my eyes, the moonlight was quietly blocked, I looked up and saw Draco standing in front of me condescendingly, holding a crystal glass filled with fruit juice.

"Where's your ladylike image?"

I raised my head and glanced at him, and then said plausibly, "The image of a lady is for others to see, not for self-torture!" Then, I leaned down and rubbed my poor feet again.

"Hey! How could you make such a vulgar move?" He stared at me, shock in his gray-blue eyes.

I looked at him inexplicably.

"Your shoes! How can you take off your shoes in front of others?" He drank the juice in his hand.

I put the shoes aside neatly, and then said inexplicably, "Master Malfoy, you came here by yourself, how can you say that I deliberately took off my shoes in front of you?"

"What about your manners?! Do you know that this is disrespect for the other party?" Draco was obviously a well-educated young master.

"That's just right, you pure-blood wizards don't have to respect me anyway, do you? It's each other!" I remembered the unhappiness caused by Pansy just now, and my tone became harsh.I waved at Draco, turned my head away not wanting to talk to him, and he turned away angrily.

……

Feeling that their conversation didn't seem to require my participation, I looked away just in time to see Malfoy's half-smile, his mouth curled up, looking around from time to time, as if bored with everything.

"Oh! Miss Pan, this is what you left at my house, I brought it to you." Malfoy suddenly laughed when he felt my gaze, he took out a cardboard box from nowhere and delivered it to my before.In amazement, I took the paper box from his hand, shook it lightly, and immediately knew what was in the box—the pair of leather shoes I took off.

I remember that night I was picked up by a passing Lestat, and I forgot to take my shoes because I was hugged...

"Thank you, thank you." Obviously my skin is not thick enough, I hang my head, at a loss.Looking at the big box at my feet, I decided to find something to do for myself.

Probably because I often play football with boys, I am much stronger than girls of the same age.But I still can't seem to move that damn big suitcase.

Did mother place weights in this broken box?

The suitcase fell heavily on the ground again, accidentally startling Anthony who was sleeping in the cage, and the shrill cat meowing made me the center of sight.

"Draco, as a gentleman, don't you think you should help this lady?" Malfoy's father raised his eyebrows, slowly removed his gloves, and nodded at me in a kind tone.But for some reason, I found his expression frighteningly indifferent.

Malfoy, who had been smiling at the corners of his mouth and looking like he was enjoying the show, suddenly restrained himself after hearing his father's words.The playful smile faded away from his pale and beautiful cheeks, leaving behind a gentle and gentle look.

Malfoy reached out his hand towards my box, but I dragged the box alertly and took half a step back, "I don't think I should bother you, Mr. Malfoy."

I'm afraid you'll dirty my box.

Malfoy smiled, and withdrew his hand noncommittally.He straightened the sleeves of his jacket on his own, and his demeanor appeared magnanimous and graceful, but his silver-gray eyes carried an arrogance that could not be concealed.

Grandfather chuckled, and took out his wand from the inner pocket of the windbreaker. He waved it smartly, and my box flew up unsteadily.Can you imagine a box of about fifty pounds flying by itself?Anyway, I was stupid.Then, I heard Malfoy's cold laugh.

Looking at the express train beside me, I suddenly became uneasy.Where am I going?school?Yes, but an unheard of magic school.

That was an unknown world for me...

"Okay, Helen, it's time for you to get in the car." Grandpa coughed, walked behind me, and put his hands on my shoulders. "I'll ask Babala (grandfather's owl) to bring you letters and candy snacks." Grandfather's voice seemed to carry some kind of stable force, which made me feel that I was really just registering for school.

When I sat on the sofa in the private room, the hands of the watch reminded me that the time was 10:35 in the morning, about 25 minutes before the departure.I pulled a brand new dark green cloak out of the trunk, and fumbled on it.

The cloak is made of velvet material, and as the folds of the light change, the material itself will emit some pearly luster.I touched the cloak on my body with some unease, but the notice said it was a black cloak.But my mother insisted on making me a set of dark green. She said that this color is actually very similar to black.According to her words, a group of children in black cloaks felt depressing just by listening to them.Still, my grandfather kept me a black set just in case.

I opened the cage in my hand and gently lifted my Anthony out of the cage.

Anthony is a Russian blue cat.He has a nice fur.The soft and smooth fur is as bright as water, emitting a faint light.A pair of golden almond eyes are slightly squinted, and the whole demeanor is leisurely and lazy.

To be honest, Anthony was the first pet in my life. He was soft and small, as if I could crush him with a little force, which made me extremely nervous.

"Hi! Are you okay?" I carefully stroked his forehead all the way to his tail.He squinted his eyes and lifted his chin, obviously enjoying it.I seemed to be encouraged, smiled and touched again.

The door of the carriage was slammed open with a bang. Anthony jumped from my arms to the seat next to me, bared his teeth fiercely at the person who entered the door.

"Um... can I sit here?" The people who were near were obviously frightened by Anthony, and they all stammered.

"Of course!" I looked up, trying to grab Anthony back into my arms.

"Hey!" After seeing the person at the door, I couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Potter, long time no see!"

"Yeah! Can you call me Harry?" He sat down in front of me, and after pulling the hem of his loose clothes, he smiled at me, "You know, calling me by my first name and last name is very strange .”

"Of course! Then you can call me Helen!" I hugged Anthony and laughed.God knows how many lessons my grandfather taught me on the subject of wizarding etiquette.Those deliberate respectful titles just give me a headache.

"Anthony, say hello to Harry!" I grabbed Anthony's front paw and waved at Harry.And Mr. Cat didn't seem to like my teasing him, he yawned, then wrapped his tail around his body, curled up in a ball and took a nap in my arms.