[HP]Helen Pan

It may be that I played crazy on the day of the game. I developed a high fever that night, and my grandfather took me home directly with the principal's permission.

It was a pity that I didn't make it to the Hogwarts House Cup banquet, and it made me even more depressed to hear that Gryffindor had won the long-awaited House Cup while I was lying in bed at home.

I was even more depressed that night when my grandfather told me that Harry and the others had foiled a plot by Voldemort at school during the two days I was competing.I buried my head in the cup in a low voice, and said sullenly that it would be great if I could be in school at that time.

At that time, my grandfather smiled, touched the bangs on my forehead, and said softly, Helen, even if we are friends, we cannot stay together forever.You have to remember that everyone has their own way, and when you reach a fork, you need to go on by yourself and go on bravely.

The summer vacation was as usual, and I went to Naples, Italy with my parents. I can swear that the moment I got off the plane was the best moment I felt in more than a year.

In the far distance, the sea water of the Bay of Naples reflected the sun, shining like gold.

Neat and narrow streets, high and low roads built against the mountains, the houses on both sides are not too new or even mottled and faded.Teenagers galloping by from time to time, wild cats dexterously walking through, men and women shouting loudly, and the smell of baked pizza and freshly brewed coffee in the air, wrapped in the strong sunshine of the Mediterranean, these things are beautiful It has to be nostalgic.

Messy and intimate, this is the Naples I remember.

After crossing the main street and going around several alleys, our family finally arrived at a small independent two-story building in the north.Grandfather and grandmother ran a coffee shop, which was their main source of livelihood.

At around [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the business is neither salty nor slow, and customers sit in the store in twos and threes, drinking coffee and reading newspapers, so leisurely that people are jealous.

As soon as the wooden store door was pushed open, the screams of the grandparents came along with the sound of the copper bell. The grandmother held up the newspapers curled up in her hand and chased the grandfather through the entire store.

"Grandfather." I wasn't too surprised by the sudden appearance of my grandfather. After all, the game of cat and mouse is a daily routine between my grandparents.

"Oh! Helen, my sweetheart! Oh, my little princess Victoria!" My grandfather looked very excited. He hugged and kissed my mother and me respectively, and then gave my father a big hug.

"Gonzalo!" Grandma chased all the way out.

"Oh! For God's sake, save your poor old Gonzalo!" The grandfather hid pitifully behind his mother when he heard her grandmother's voice.

"What did you do again?" I took a step back and asked in a low voice beside my grandfather.

"God knows, I just undercharged a lady." The grandfather cleared his throat, and then said righteously, "As a knight, how can I embarrass a poor lady?"

oh!I knew it!

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at my grandfather, an Italian old man who stubbornly followed the rules of medieval chivalry.

"Even this young lady, has she been eating and drinking for nothing in your shop for nearly a month?" Grandma gritted her teeth, and she quickly grabbed grandfather's ear and picked him up.

"Oh! No!" Grandpa wailed, but had to follow in Grandma's footsteps.

"My sweetheart, Helen, and Victoria, can you go upstairs first? You know, I've already tidied up the room for you. Although, I want to have a good chat with you now, but..." the grandmother said Watching my grandfather go upstairs, he turned his head and smiled at me gently, "You know I have to settle some things with your grandfather first."

My father leaned over and held me in his arms and followed my mother upstairs. He smiled and said, "It's incredible every time I watch it. Gonzalo's temper is really good." My father didn't understand Italian, and in his eyes Just a poor old man and a domineering old woman.

"What do you know?!" The mother turned her head and glared at her father. She raised her pointed chin and said proudly, "This is the love of a knight."

Seeing my father looking at me suspiciously, I kindly added, "For a knight, a woman is enough to be his life-long belief. Grandma is the belief of grandfather. She is the most noble princess in his heart. A knight can never disobey own princess."

Just like the love of medieval knights, it contains the concept of loyalty and never pursues equality.

"Helen! Helen! Get up, my little one!"

My grandfather's voice disturbed my sweet dreams.You must know that I went to play beach football with those old friends in Naples yesterday afternoon. I haven’t exercised decently for a long time, and I feel like my bones have been torn apart, and I can’t stand up straight anymore.

"For God's sake, let me sleep a little longer!" I begged to tighten the quilt, still reluctant to open my eyes.

"Today is Sunday, my little Helen. If you don't get up, we will miss mass!" My grandfather would never give up easily, and he would always mercilessly dig me out of the quilt at the last moment.

When I returned to my grandfather's small café after the ceremony, I was so hungry that the little bread and wine I received at Mass were not enough to fit between my teeth.

"Grandma, I want fried rice balls and seafood pizza!" I shouted towards the kitchen as soon as I entered the house.

"Helen!" My grandfather stared at me with a gloomy face. He raised his hand and shook the cross in his hand to remind me silently, how sad you should make your ancestors by doing this. blood.

"Okay... I know." I muttered and took out my cross from my collar, and followed my grandfather up the stairs.

In the attic was a room so narrow that a grown man could stand up straight without bumping his head.

The house was clean, save for a well-polished armor, an ornate shield, and two interlaced bronze swords.

Kneeling down on one knee following my grandfather, facing the shield and sword, I hold the cross tightly and piously swear in a low voice:

I will be kind to the weak.

I will be brave and against the strong.

I will fight the all who dowrong.

I will fight for those who cannot fight.

I will help those who call me for help.

I will harm now woman.

I will help my brother knight.

I will be true to my friends.

I will be faithful in love.

(translate:

I swear to be kind to the weak

I swear to fight bravely

I swear to fight everything wrong

I swear to fight for the defenseless

I swear to help anyone who asks me for help

I swear not to hurt any women

I swear to help my brother knight

I swear to treat my friends in good faith

I swear I will never change my love to death

———The above content is from Baidu Encyclopedia. In fact, these two guys should speak Italian, but that is too tragic, I don’t know.Let's all make up our minds...)

Happy times always go by so fast, and it’s already mid-August, no matter how unwilling I am, I still have to set foot on the plane back to England.

It was my father who came to pick me up. He sat on the plane and flipped through the newspaper, and then said funny, "Sometimes I always think this is incredible. Knights and wizards, hehe."

"Yeah!" I held the free juice on the plane and drank it in small sips, "I always feel that one day, I will tie myself to a cross and burn it."

The first thing I did when I got back to England was to go to Privet Drive to find Harry. His birthday was coming up, and I wanted to give him a gift in advance.After all, I haven't contacted him for the whole summer vacation, and I want to give him a surprise.

No. 4 Privet Drive, a small house with a single family, looks very comfortable, and looks more like a home than my parents' apartment in central London.

After knocking on the door twice, someone answered immediately.

A big fat boy, I think that's Harry's stupid cousin Dudley, he was wheezing and wheezing, and it looked like it took a lot of energy for him to open the door.

"Who are you?" He frowned impolitely.

I smiled at him politely, and then asked politely, "You know, I think Harry should live here, I'm his friend." The boy gasped with wide eyes, almost in disbelief. Staring at me, I was a little uncertain, "Doesn't Harry Potter live here?"

"Oh! My God! Dad! Harry's friend is here! His friend must be from that place too!" Dudley seemed to be frightened, he suddenly flung open the doorknob and ran to the inner room screaming.Not long after, Harry appeared with an excited face, followed by the Dursleys with stunned faces.

"I'm so sorry..." On the swing in the garden in the middle of the street, Harry hung his head, and he kept twiddling his fingers nervously.Just now, Harry's uncle threw the two of us out of the house.It's hard to imagine how this family can be so impolite, not even the hypocritical Malfoy family, at least they are not so simple and rude.

"It's okay." I was swinging on the swing, and put the gift box in front of Harry, "Happy birthday, I think the gift should be given to you in advance." I don't think the Dursleys will celebrate Harry's birthday A party, and birthday gifts shouldn't be left behind.

"Thank you!" Harry's eyes widened, and he took the gift box with surprise on his face. He blinked quickly, and at the same time quickly removed the wrapping paper.

This is a box of ivory combs in all sizes.It comes with a razor and some magic styling pomade and shaving foam and stuff.Although I don't know when Harry will get a razor, I think his messy head of hair needs a good deal of attention.

"I hope you like it." I said quietly.I asked my grandfather to order this, and I don't know if it will be with Harry's heart.

"Of course!" Harry raised his head, his thick bangs were blown away by the wind, and the lightning-shaped scar loomed.I stretched out my hand and stroked it to cover the scar, always feeling a faint uneasiness in my heart.

My father also knew about Voldemort, but he was extremely disdainful.My second uncle was said to be a Death Eater, and he sneered at him, saying it would be a fool to go after that murderer.

After all, his father was a lawyer. Even though there were not too many homicide cases, the cases he studied were enough to show that there were far more Muggles who killed people than wizards who killed people in this world.

He once said that Voldemort is a murderer and a terrorist leader, and there is no need to be too afraid of seeing him detour.

My father once said that, after all, no one takes killing as a hobby.

Then I asked, what if he just likes killing people?

Father shrugged and said, that's the problem, we have to go around when we meet people who like to kill.Because he is mentally ill, he is not criminally responsible for murder.

I once thought my father was very great. After all, except for him, I have never seen anyone from a wizarding family dare to ridicule the Dark Lord-Voldemort like that.