[HP]Helen Pan

To get to Professor Snape's office, you must first pass through a dark and deep corridor, and there are scales of wizard portraits hanging on the road completely made of bluestone.It may be because the aisle also leads to the Slytherin lounge. The wizards hanging here are all Slytherin wizards. Most of them look stern and unattainable. appalling.

There seemed to be no one here at this time, and only my footsteps were left in the entire aisle, with a faint echo of kicking and tapping.I sat down on the stone steps in front of Professor Snape's office, looked at the light green envelope in my hand and suddenly felt a little crazy.But if I leave now, it is difficult for me to guarantee that I can muster up the courage for the second time, because it is impossible to have a second time on a momentary impulse.

Looking around, the moveable stone wall leading to the Slytherin common room is at the left turn at the previous fork.And in the aisle on the right, there is a cold wind from time to time blowing on my body with a slight memory, which makes me shrink my neck uncontrollably.I rubbed my hands together, then curled my lips and looked carefully at the words on the envelope - George Weasley.

Maybe, I should write these words in cursive?

After drawing out my wand to erase the words on the envelope, I took out the quill and dipped some green ink in it, when I heard the mechanism open and the sound of stones moving.Then Malfoy's languid and toned voice came over, and he seemed to be talking about something - heir of Slytherin, but I didn't have time to listen.

A platinum-blond head pokes out from the hallway, I subconsciously throw away the quill and stand up and hide the envelope behind my back, and then I can't help but feel frustrated, I'm literally telling people that I have a problem and I'm suspicious.

Malfoy looked at me, he was a little surprised at first, but after seeing my guilty conscience, he smiled maliciously.

"What is it?" He came toward me, Crabbe and Goyle following him like a moving wall.They ate the pastry foolishly, and the crumbs kept falling.

"No! It's nothing." I shook my head at him, then smiled as naturally as I could and moved closer to the wall.

"You're talking nonsense." Malfoy stared at me, speaking firmly.

Pushing the envelope against the wall with my body, I stretched out my hands and shook them in front of Malfoy's eyes.

"Look, I told you that you read it wrong!" Facing Malfoy's suspicious gaze, I smiled pretending to be calm, hoping that my stupid lie could fool the Slytherin's little snake.

"Really?" Malfoy frowned.

I smile and nod.

Malfoy glanced at the guy next to him, and immediately jumped away in disgust, "Are you two idiots reincarnated from trolls? You just know how to eat!" He shook his cloak violently, and then pushed Crabbe a little Turn around and go.

Just when I let out a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned around and ran back, grabbing my hand and pulling it forward forcefully.

There was a "click", the sound of the envelope falling to the ground.

I whispered and bent down to pick it up, but unfortunately, Malfoy had already used the Flying Curse to hold the letter in his hand first.

"Aha!" He nodded slightly.The wind in the aisle blew the candles on the candlesticks beside Malfoy, and the flickering light hit his side face, half of his face was turned into darkness, only the gray-blue eyes reflected the dancing flames, shining like jewels Brighten.

I have to admit that Malfoy at this moment has a certain charm that makes people thump.

I subconsciously looked away, lowered my head and rubbed the floor tiles with the soles of my shoes in embarrassment, my cheeks were slightly hot.

Malfoy weighed the envelope, ran his fingers along the edge of the envelope, and held the letter to the candlelight. The thin envelope was pierced by the light to reveal a dull orange, with a dark heart in the middle.

The corners of my mouth twitched, probably with a distorted expression.

That heart was made by me giggling while hiding under the quilt yesterday.

"Looks like a love letter. Huh?" Although it ended in a questioning tone, Malfoy nodded firmly.

"Yes! It's a love letter." Anyway, I couldn't argue, so I admitted it frankly.Anyway, it's not a big deal, "Please return it to me." I stretched out my hand and spread it in front of Malfoy.

"Why give it back to you?" Malfoy seemed to take a step back as if he felt the pleasure, Crabbe and Goyle seemed to come alive suddenly and walked a few steps to block in front of him, separating the distance between us.

"This thing is so ugly that it hasn't been sealed with wax yet." Malfoy looked at the letter carefully, then raised his head and smiled contemptuously at me, "It's terrible!"

For a moment, there was a tingling pain in my heart, as if someone had slapped me on the cheek, it was burning hot.I clenched my fist, then let go.Although Malfoy's words embarrass me, I have to admit that this letter is exactly what he said - terrible.

I sadly thought that perhaps George would still make fun of this lousy love letter.I even forgot to add the wax seal, and the whole letter was full of mistakes and omissions... Thinking about it, I began to feel hot in my eyes.

"Malfoy! This thing is ugly, and I know you must have received many love letters better than this one, so please return this unsightly thing to me." I said weakly.

Malfoy stuffed the letter into the hand of Goyle beside him, and then folded his arms with a belly full of water. He raised his eyebrows and asked arrogantly, "How do you know that I have received a lot?"

"Isn't it?" I asked suspiciously.

I often see three or two Slytherin girls secretly discussing him, and even in class, people often secretly look at him.Hermione also said that if the girls in Slytherin were honey, then Draco Malfoy would be a walking flower.

"I prefer silver to green." Malfoy raised his chin slightly and said with disgust.

"Malfoy..." The point now is not what color you like, but to return the letter to me quickly.

"Why do you always call me Malfoy, are we strangers?"

"Okay!" I nodded, then tilted my head and shouted, "Draco." Seeing the satisfied expression on his face, "Can you return this to me now?" As I spoke, I stood on tiptoe and reached for the envelope in Goyle's hand.

"Is there any reason to take back what I gave to others?" Malfoy frowned and opened my hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I stretched out my hand to grab it from Goyle's arms again, "Forget it! I wanted to give it to George when he came out of Professor Snape's office. But I didn't have much confidence. After you As soon as I said it, I felt that there was no hope. Now I don’t want to send him out, I want to take him back to the dormitory and burn him.”

"What?" Malfoy's complacent expression instantly collapsed, and turned into a hideous expression.He snatched the letter from Goyle and demanded, "You said it was for Weasley?"

"What's for Weasley?"

this voice...

I swallowed, and turned around slowly.

After careful identification, I was sure that the one who was standing by the door was - Fred Weasley.

When did he come out?

Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Professor Snape push Fred away and come out. The last one who came out was George who didn't know the truth. He winked at Fred, but the latter spread his hands to express himself. Outside the same situation.

Professor Snape is tall, so when he lowers his head and stares at you with those thick black eyes, there will be an invisible sense of oppression.

"You guys..." Snape folded his arms and glanced past me and Malfoy, "What are you doing at my office door?" He tilted his head, staring at me with a close inspection look.

Malfoy gave me a vicious gouged look, then stepped forward and impatiently handed out the envelope in his hand.When I saw Professor Snape's pale fingers touched the edge of the envelope by the black robe, my heart seemed to be pulled by something.

It's over, it's over this time.

"Miss Pan."

"Yes……"

"What's this?" Snape held the envelope up in front of me.

"Yes... yes... yes..." I glanced at Fred and George who were standing aside, so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"If you won't say it, then I'll open it?" Snape raised his eyebrows as if asking, but the wand in his hand was already raised.

I almost closed my eyes in despair and accepted the reality.

At this moment, the door at the other end of the corridor was pushed open, and the weird creaking sound echoed heart-poundingly in the empty and quiet corridor.

For a moment there, I thought Merlin heard me calling.

At this moment, Lester, who just woke up from a coma, still looked a little sluggish, his face was as pale as paper, and the veins under his skin were faintly visible.

"It's for Professor Lyoncott!" I shouted decisively.

Facing Snape's obviously questioning eyes, I continued to edit cautiously, "I think the professor's class is great, and I admire him very much..." The voice gradually weakened, and even I felt that I lacked confidence.

"Oh?" Professor Snape's voice did not fluctuate, and his gaze was cold, but there was obvious disapproval.

"Please allow me to interrupt."

Lester's voice.

"Severus, if you don't mind..." Lester stood behind Professor Snape and smiled at him, "Please allow me to take the letter that belongs to me." He reached out and pulled the light green envelope from the Take it from Professor Snape's hand.

"What are you doing here? Do you want some tea?" Lester glanced at the rest of the students, and after seeing Malfoy and Fred and George walking away, he showed an elegant look to Professor Snape Smiling, "If there is nothing else, please allow me to take this young lady to my office for a while." Saying this, Lester turned around and at the same time gave me a look to signal me to follow.

"So... dear, can you tell me when you fell in love with me?" Lester slapped the letter paper on the desk with a surprisingly ugly expression.

"George Weasley, huh?" He gasped, fidgeting.

I stare at him, dumbly.

Lester can almost be regarded as an elder who watched me grow up. In front of him, all the grievances I had just now surfaced, and I played my temper childishly.

But I soon saw that his discoloration was not from anger, but from a physical problem.

It suddenly occurred to me that as vampires, they are desperate for blood when they just wake up.Although vampires are creatures of the night, they are actually a type of zombie.It is also divided into two categories, one is the vampire zombie who receives the blood of the vampire to resurrect after death.And the other is Lester, who received the blood of a vampire before he died, and then transformed into a vampire.Such vampires are called vampire counts in their race.They have a very high status, and a mysterious talent, they have unparalleled beauty and eternal youth.But if you want to drive a dead body well, you must get some energy. For vampires, this energy is undoubtedly-blood.

I took a cautious look at Lester, and found that the blue veins on his pale face became more obvious.

"Lester..." I pursed my lips, and then said, "You know, if you need, I can supply you with a small amount of blood." Controlled to the amount that can maintain my physiological characteristics.

Lester glared at me suddenly, and he raised his lips to show his sharp canine teeth, "Your blood is not good!"

what the hell?

No return on a good deed.

How do you know my blood tastes bad if you drink it?