[HP]Helen Pan

Can you play football at Hogwarts?

Of course you can, as long as there is football.

As usual, Michael ran to the Gryffindor table to grab some food. Professor McGonagall walked behind him and coughed slightly dissatisfied. He lowered his head deeply and stuck out his tongue mischievously at me.

I, less at ease than he, added a spoonful of diced raspberries to my cereal and stirred listlessly.Hermione across the table gave me a hard wink while Harry looked down, and I threw my hands at her to show my helplessness.At this moment, Harry raised his head inadvertently to my direction, I raised the corner of my mouth and smiled at him, he responded to me a little stiffly, and then hurriedly looked away.

Compared with the anger a few days ago, now he looks more like he is fighting?

But where did I offend him?

Swallowing a mouthful of cereal without a taste, Michael suddenly pushed me.Unprepared, I deflected the spoon I was delivering to my mouth, and immediately the sticky porridge stuck to my nose.

"Uh... you're too bad!" Michael was the villain who complained first. He grabbed the napkin on the table and greeted me vigorously in disgust.

Michael is worthy of my best friend for many years, and he is very good at braking in time when I am on the verge of a seizure.Just when I threw the napkin away to teach him a lesson, he suddenly said in a low voice mysteriously, "Do you want to play football?"

"Play football? What kind of ball? Quaffle?" I was a little confused.

"Football." He winked at me.

"Of course I want to! But there is only Quidditch in Hogwarts." I propped my head on my hands in desperation, trying to blow away the bangs hanging in front of my eyes with my mouth.

"What if we have a ball?" Michael continued, whispering in my ear, "I asked my mother to send one yesterday."

Hogwarts doesn't have a decent football field, so I thought about it and took Michael to the Quidditch training ground.Anyway, if they are training, they are flying in the sky, and we will work underground so as not to disturb them.

"Hey! Watch the ball!"

Because there were no goals, Michael and I played the absolute randomness of street football and simply found a corner to play bullfighting.But just when I was about to pass him while protecting the ball and bumping left and right, he suddenly stood still.I quickly brought the ball over, but there was no sense of accomplishment at all.

"What are you in a daze for?" I stepped on the ball with my left leg and looked at him with my hands on my hips.He didn't speak, but pouted his lips to signal me to look to the sidelines.If my eyesight is fine, it looks like the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the Slytherin team had a dispute.

Standing in the middle of the Slytherin team seems to be Draco, he entered the team?

However, he seemed to have done something, which made George, Fred, and Ron so excited that they wanted to jump over and tear him apart.

what's wrong with george

I kicked the ball away from my feet and ran towards them quickly.

"What's wrong……

Before I could say anything, Ron angrily pulled out his wand and cast a spell on Malfoy.But his wand was broken, and instead of hitting Draco, the spell he cast caught him.Hermione had sharp eyes and quickly ran over to help Ron who was about to fall.At the same time, a small boy appeared with an old-fashioned camera and snapped Harry's shots.

"Draco, what good thing have you done?" I looked at Ron who was constantly spitting out snot, and rolled up my sleeves to help, but was held back by Michael.

"You're a thick-handed fellow, so don't make trouble!" he whispered to me, while Harry and Hermione had helped Ron up to go outside.

"Where are you going? Aren't you looking for Madam Pomfrey?" I called out to their backs.

"We have to go to Hagrid, I think only he knows what to do! Besides, it's closer to the cabin." Hermione shouted back with difficulty.

At this moment, Draco gradually restrained the ironic smile on his face. He gave Michael a hard look and then took my arm and pulled me to his side, "And why are you dressed like this? Too I lost my temper!"

Inexplicably, I looked down at my attire, jacket, shorts, stockings, sneakers, my standard attire when I usually play football.

"Don't change the subject for me! What did you do?" I lowered my voice and asked viciously.

"Cut!" Draco snorted contemptuously, and then he glanced at Michael standing aside as if looking at garbage, "Why do you like hanging out with those mudbloods?"

"I warn you not to insult my friend!" I was a little emotional, and quickly pulled out the wand hidden in my cuff and pointed it at Malfoy's face.

I had heard him say that last term, so I asked my grandfather what it meant.The answer was that it was the worst possible insult to a Muggle-born wizard.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy stared at the wand with some horror, "You woman! Put down the wand for me quickly!" Seeing that something was wrong, the Slytherin captain pulled out his wand and wanted to come to help, but Michael swung it away The broom was knocked out from behind.

"Oh! I'm sorry, although I'm not very good at riding this broom, but I can still hit people when I pick it up." Michael shrugged gracefully at Captain Slytherin who was staring back at him.And George and Fred immediately booed, and the combined Gryffindor players subdued the remaining Slytherin players.

"What do you want?" Draco yelled angrily.

"It's very simple, I want you to apologize to my friends. Immediately!" As I said that, I tightened my grip on his wand.

"What if I say no!" He glared at me.

"There is no such if!" I gritted my teeth and stared back.He insulted Hermione and Michael at the same time, it was just too much!

Draco's gray-blue eyes were burning with anger and resignation, he stared at me tightly, his eyes pierced my heart like a sharp knife, and I blinked a little uncomfortably.

At this moment, Michael who was standing aside suddenly ran over and pulled my hand holding the wand off.

"Go!" he whispered.

"What?" I took a few steps passively, staggering.

"Professor Snape is coming!" He turned to look at the entrance of the training ground, "Get away from them, or you will suffer!"

Just as Michael was speaking, Professor Snape's cold voice, like a snake crawling past his skin, rang in his ears. He looked a little angry, squinting at the Slytherin players Subdued Gryffindor players.

"30 points deducted from Gryffindor!" Professor Snape glanced across each of them, and then stopped on me and Michael, "I thought Ravenclaw students at least had some brains. Mr. Wood, You amaze me."

"Professor, please forgive me. I think that being insulted to one's parents without knowing how to fight back is not called forbearance but cowardice. You don't want your students to be cowardly and incompetent, right? Besides, I thought Slytherin with noble blood You won't say foul words uneducated." Michael stood two steps away from him, looking at him steadily, without fear.

"Hmph!" Professor Snape twitched the corners of his mouth with a smirk, and then said, "I hope Ravenclaw students are self-aware guys, and don't go to the upper class to make trouble." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and slowly pinched the hem of his cloak, "Ravenclaw deducted 5 points. You...follow up!" As he spoke, he tossed the cloak and slashed at the players of the two teams with his eyes. , turned and left.

"Don't we have to follow?" I craned my neck to look at their leaving backs.Michael silently picked up the football, cast a shrinking spell on it with his wand, and put it in his pocket.

"Why are you following? Are you impatient to be dealt with by Snape?" Michael pursed his lips, his face was not very good-looking, "Besides, we can't make things too big. Looking at Malfoy's young man, if he Injured, his father will definitely not let us go easily. Besides, if I don’t help you, I’ll see how you end up. I bet you didn’t even think of what magic to use.” Michael shrugged and walked away Walk towards the exit.

"How do you know?" I hurriedly followed his pace.

"what?"

"It's just that I haven't thought of what kind of magic to use." I asked without the shame of being a wizard.

"Is there any way I don't know?" Michael's expression looked helpless, his eyes scanned me up and down, and then he said, "As long as it has something to do with the person you care about, don't you never think about it?" Rushing out like a fool? So..." As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and pointed at his head, and said easily, "There is a gap between people."

"Bastard!" I wish I could kick him, who am I standing up for!

"By the way! How did you know that Professor Snape would appear?" Before entering the restaurant, I suddenly thought of this question.

It's so weird isn't it?

"Don't you know that there is a kind of wandless magic called divination?" Michael glanced at me, with a half-smile that was not a malicious smile, "To be honest, I have been gifted in this area since I was a child. When I stare at a person seriously , there will always be some sporadic and irregular clips that pop up in front of my eyes. Some of them really happened, and some didn't. This was my secret. I didn't understand something until I received the admission letter from Hogwarts .It’s magic, and I’m a wizard.” Michael chuckled. He stroked his hair casually, and said with twinkling eyes, “It really sounds like a dream. I can’t believe it until now.”

"Oh..." I held my chin and thought for a while, "This kind of magic is very practical. Why don't we study the numbers of the next lottery ticket?"

Halloween dinner.

"Ginny, hurry up and get ready, it's almost time for the dinner party. There must be a lot of delicious food today, I think it's sardines baked with pesto." The messy hair was combed back into a ponytail.Compared with the shoulder-length length when I first entered school, my hair has grown a lot.With this length, I can have curls when I get home from Christmas break.Grandpa said that this year he was going to throw a Christmas party for me and invite the Weasleys to it.Maybe George will...

"Okay, okay!" Ginny hurriedly opened the drawer and said something was thrown in. The loud noise brought me back to reality, who was already a little bit in the air.

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny sat at the long Gryffindor table, fidgeting.She keeps pursing her lips and looking around, looking nervous?

"She said she, Harry, and Ron went to Nearly Headless Nick's death-day party." I reached out and patted Ginny on the back, "Are you feeling well?"

"No, it's okay..." Ginny pushed me away in a panic, and I even saw the sweat on her forehead.

What happened to her?

"Hi! Halloween pumpkin candies!" George and Fred followed a large group of seniors into the auditorium, sat down next to me, and dropped a few orange candies.I hurried to pick it up, and one fell into George's arms without standing still!

Me, in, George's, arms?