[HP]Helen Pan

After Hermione and I went back to the dormitory to tidy up Ginny, and when we returned to the common room again, we learned from Patsy that Harry and Ron actually drove a speeding car to report to the school.

"Oh! So cool!" I exclaimed.

"What cool!" Hermione looked a little annoyed, "These two guys know how to cause trouble!" She muttered and sat down on the sofa, "Look, the whole lounge is discussing them now. God knows, the school will Will fire them!"

"It's cool! Don't you think it's cool to come to school in a speeding car?" I asked Ginny for my opinion, and the little girl nodded vigorously in cooperation with me.After getting support, I looked at Hermione again, "Relax, it's not stated in the school rules that students can only report for duty by the Hogwarts Express."

"Forget it! You take Ginny back first! Tell her about the school. I'll go find them now." Hermione frowned, got up and shook her robe, and then said nothing. walked out.

"What's wrong with her?" Fred and George came closer, looking at Hermione's back in wonder.

"By the way! If Ron really dared to drive Dad's flying car to school, he would be so handsome!"

"Yes! So handsome! As expected of our brother!"

George was pleased that Fred seemed in high spirits, high-fiving each other excitedly.The unsmiling Percy leaned over, looked at the twins sullenly, and whispered, "Don't worry about me, a prefect, if neither of you troublesome fellows know about it!"

"Oh!" Fred and George exclaimed suddenly, "Percy is a prefect, a prefect! We just found out today."

"Uh...they're like this at home, they're always at odds." Ginny tugged at my sleeve, looking helplessly at her brother who was making a fuss, "Let's go back to the dormitory! Can you tell me Anything about Harry?" The little girl blushed and asked in a low voice.

I reluctantly glanced in George's direction, then nodded slowly.

Early the next morning, Harry and Ron looked very down, and the three girls in our dormitory looked sick from talking too late last night.But we were saved by the howling letter from Mrs. Weasley, the hysterical screams that I will never forget.

"Hi! Helen, can I sit here?" Michael patted me on the shoulder, then pointed to the seat next to me.

"Of course!" I was a little surprised to make way for Michael, who sat down beside me carelessly, and then vigorously rubbed his head, his brown hair was messed up by him.

"Why are you crazy?" I naturally took out the comb and gave him a haircut.

"The bedside lamp at Hogwarts doesn't turn out to be overnight." Michael poured himself a glass of milk and complained in a low voice with his mouth pouted.

"It's really troublesome." I frowned.

I know Michael can't sleep without a light. When our family went camping, the guy had a fuss all night because he didn't have a bedside light.

"Maybe you can grow a luminous orchid next to your bed." Neville moved closer and kindly suggested, "That thing only blooms at night, and the stamens contain some luminous substance, which will automatically glow as soon as it comes into contact with the air. "

"Who is he?" Harry stared at Michael, his dark green eyes looked very confused behind the glasses.

"Oh! Coincidentally, he is my neighbor and elementary school classmate." I remembered that Harry and the others met Michael for the first time.

"Michael Wood." Michael introduced himself to them.

"By the way! It's almost time for class. Can you find the classroom? Do you need me to accompany you?" I remembered that this was Michael's first day at school, and I couldn't help putting on the airs of my senior.

"No need." Michael waved his hand with a piece of bread in his mouth, he swallowed the food in his mouth and grinned at me with the brightest smile, "There are many Ravenclaw seniors who are willing to take care of me, so you can save yourself It's gone." As he spoke, he turned his head and yelled crisply towards the Ravenclaw table—

"Sister."

All the senior Ravenclaw girls turned their heads and gave him big smiles.

"As expected of a girl killer." I said sinisterly.

"It's easy to say, easy to say! I didn't expect witches to have the same taste as us." Michael raised the corners of his mouth and smiled innocently. "Okay, I should go back!" Someone cleaned up after eating, picked up a paper towel on the table and wiped it. Wipe your mouth, and then run away with a smile on your face.

With a super cute baby face, Michael is very popular with girls from childhood to adulthood, from five years old to 50 years old. Few female creatures can escape his watery eyes.

"He's doing well in Ravenclaw! Why did you come here to eat?" Ron bit the sandwich in his hand, looking at Michael who was surrounded by three or two girls and left the hall.

"You don't understand." I raised my eyebrows while cutting the fried bacon on the plate with a knife, "That guy Michael doesn't look good, if he stays in Ravenclaw, it will destroy his innocence." It's very imageable."

Days passed, and although the story of Harry and Ron driving to school was a sensation, it was forgotten by everyone over time.They weren't expelled like Hermione feared, they were just sent to RTL, which I think is an excellent outcome, although both Harry and Ron complained a lot.

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and the last class on Friday was History of Magic.Due to some special reason, the classroom was changed from the sunny to drowsy classroom on the third floor to the cold and damp basement, which was located next to the Potions classroom.But the harsh teaching environment did not stop the students from pursuing knowledge. History of Magic, which had a high skipping rate, suddenly became the most popular subject. I think this is all due to the charm of the professor himself. The students in the whole class were unprecedented. seriously.I think that if Professor Binns saw this scene, he should shed phantom tears.

They are also ghosts, why is there such a big gap?

"Miss Pan, what did I just say?" Lester stood still in front of me, leaning over to my ear and asking in a whisper.

"How would I know?" I asked subconsciously.After finishing this sentence, I felt that something was wrong. I slowly turned my head and met Lester's smiling blue eyes. He nodded gracefully with his lips pursed, and then straightened up and said, "Maybe you should come next Stay in class and let me tell you what I said."

"Okay! Do you need a drink?"

In the office, Lester was lying comfortably on the chair, with a pair of long and straight legs dangling on the desk, "Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of thing here. Of course, if you want something ..." He straightened up and pointed to the snow-white parrot in the cage behind me.

"No, thank you." I straightened my back and shook my head vigorously, and then asked the question that had been stuck in my mind for nearly a week, "Why are you here?"

"Dumbledore said there was a vacancy in the school, and asked me if I would like to teach, I agreed, and then I am here." Lester's elbow was on the large desk, and his slender fingers were playing with a blade , as if it was a fun thing.

"Why did he come to you?" I was very surprised.

Doesn't Hogwarts College care whether its teachers are human or not?

"Why? Probably because I have seen living people with the names that appear in this book!" Lester threw "One Hundred Great Men in the Magic World" in front of me, then shrugged and looked at me indifferently. curled his lips.

"A living person?"

They have been dead for a long time!

"You know I live longer." Lester got up and walked past me, the bloody air flowing around me.He mercilessly wrung the white parrot's neck and dripped its blood into the tall crystal cup little by little.The scarlet liquid left a meandering trace on the blue-purple cup wall, which looked somewhat sad and beautiful.

"Why did you say yes to Dumbledore?"

I don't think Lester is a guy who loves education.

"Hehe~" Lester held up the crystal cup and chuckled, the liquid in the cup swayed and gave off a vague smell, "Has no one told you? Hogwarts is safe." He was condescending He looked at me calmly, his light-colored eyes without any emotion.He turned and walked to the corner, and lifted the velvet cloth from an object, revealing a delicate wooden piano-painted coffin.

"One last question." I said before Lester gave the eviction order.

"What?" He drank the blood in the cup, then sat down on the coffin, swinging leisurely with his left leg on his right.I've heard that vampires don't have any desires other than blood. In other words, the moment they drink blood is the most satisfying and most relaxing moment.Looking at the faint but genuine smile on Lester's cheek now, I think this statement may be true.

"I'll be late or skip class in History of Magic class in the future, can you not deduct points from Gryffindor?" I think it's too bad for such a big acquaintance without personal favors.

"You want me to cover you?" Lester laughed.

"You said that you are my godfather." I said solemnly.

"Okay! My lovely godson, your godfather is going to bed." Lester winked at me, and I think he agreed to my request.

"Helen! Pass this to Mr. Diggory of Hufflepuff for me!" A girl in the same grade who rarely talked to me blocked me in the middle of the road. She stuffed an envelope into my arms and nodded. Don't go back and run away.

"What is this?" I frowned and looked at the kraft paper envelope in my hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

You must know that since I don't need riding training, I have very few chances to see Cedric, and the senior students are generally very busy.

"Of course it's a love letter!" Hermione raised her eyebrows as it should.

"love letter?!"

"Of course! Digory is very popular with girls." Hermione nodded, and then pointed to Michael who was surrounded by a group of Ravenclaw girls not far away, "Maybe you will receive a request to forward to His love letter."

Hermione really hit the nail on the head, and a few days later I was speechless with a pile of signed letters addressed to Michael Wood.Just in the morning, the girls sitting two feet away from me were discussing something intensely.

Girl A: "What, you wrote a love letter to Jonard yesterday? Have you confessed?"

Girl B: She nodded shyly.

Girl A: "He accepted?"

Girl B: Nodding shyly again.

Is it that simple to confess?

Just as I moved closer to listen more carefully, George and Fred suddenly squeezed between us.

I secretly watched George's every move with a squint. I suddenly thought of something.

Maybe……

I should write George a — love letter?