[HP]Helen Pan

"I wondered for a long time." I hugged Anthony, stroking his blue fur back and forth, he lay docilely in my arms, squinting his eyes as if enjoying, "Because... that day at the stairs I What did you say?" I tried to recall all the possibilities, "Or did I not borrow him to copy homework a few days ago?"

"Helen..." Hermione threw the book aside and stared at me in frustration, "Don't you know that Harry likes you?" She climbed onto my bed and sat next to me , "But, you actually like that guy from Slytherin." Hermione couldn't help frowning, not hiding her dislike of 'that guy from Slytherin' at all.

"Harry likes me?" I was so surprised I almost jumped out of bed.Anthony screamed in dissatisfaction, then jumped off the bed lightly, and ran back to his den.

"And how could I like Draco!?" I looked at Hermione with some complaints, how could she misunderstand me like Ron.

I like Draco?

It strikes me as weird that Hermione is saying that George actually likes Fred.

"Didn't you say it yourself?" Hermione blinked, put her hand on her chin and looked up at the ceiling as if she was thinking. After a while, she said with certainty, "It's at the corner of the stairs."

"Oh..." I covered my face and yelled and fell on the bed, "That's a big oolong!" I said weakly, "Listen, my crush is George, George Weasley."

"What!?" Hermione nearly screamed, brushing her brown curls behind her ears and shaking her head in disbelief. "What do you like about him? How is that possible!"

"Don't ask the reason, don't ask the reason, because I don't know. And I don't think there is anything wrong with him!" I sat up straight again and looked at Hermione's unusually bright eyes with some embarrassment.My mother is right, gossip is an irresistible factor carved into a woman's genes, not affected by IQ.

"He and Fred, these two guys, have no commitment at all, and they are so sloppy!"

"All artists are like this. This is called character."

"They can only be mischievous!"

"This should be called exploration before success."

"They're always playing pranks non-stop!"

"Life is too boring and needs such an adjustment."

"He's almost exactly like Fred!"

"I can figure it out."

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"Helen..." Hermione put her hand on my shoulder in frustration, "Your taste is very unique."

I held Hermione's hand in my hand and said excitedly, "Really? Really? Does that mean that no other girl would like George?!" I couldn't help digressing and jumped with joy Get up, "That means no other girls will fight with me? Then... George will find out what I want sooner or later, right? Right!" I shook Hermione's hand, my heart was excited The ground is about to jump out of the chest cavity.

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched, her helplessness was directly proportional to my excitement, "It should, it should be like this..."

"Okay..." I twitched the corners of my mouth, and then dropped my shoulders in frustration, "One day the two of them came to me and asked me who the love letter was for. Actually, I really wanted to tell George that it was for him." , but I don’t have that self-confidence. If he rejected me in person, I would be very sad. So I made up a pretense, it’s all a misunderstanding anyway.” I drooped my head, grabbing the bedsheets one by one.

"Harry will pass out if he finds out!" Hermione said jokingly, "You know, you don't like him but you like Malfoy in Slytherin, which is a big blow to him. He thinks it's a kind of betrayal."

This is true.

I wouldn't be happy if my friend fell in love with my nemesis.

"By the way!" I grabbed Hermione's hand, then lowered my voice and said cautiously, "Michael said I was too unfeminine, a boy wouldn't think of me. So I want to try to change myself, towards George The direction I like changes, I hope he can understand my intention one day! So..." I stared into Hermione's eyes and said pleadingly, "So, you have to keep this matter a secret for me. Please Now, we are friends, right?"

Hermione sighed, gave me a resigned look, and nodded.

"But you'd better not tell Harry, lest he be upset." Hermione shrugged.

The next day in Charms class, I was ahead of Ron and sat down next to Harry. Ron scratched his head and stared at me. pull aside.

I glanced up at Professor Flitwick, who was dancing and talking about the Water Curse.I pursed my lips and unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, then quickly wrote a line of words on the parchment:

'Harry, I think there is some misunderstanding between us. '

After pushing the parchment in front of Harry, I looked at him almost eagerly.He licked his lower lip, blinking his eyes showing his nervousness.Quickly unscrewing the bottle cap, he dipped some ink and wrote stroke by stroke:

'What? '

'One thing I want you to understand is that I don't feel anything for Draco Malfoy. ' I thought to myself and wrote, 'This is a complete misunderstanding.That day when George and Fred were talking together, I really had nothing to say, so I just made up a cover. '

Harry's quill was hanging on the paper, a drop of ink dripped and splashed an ink blob, he scratched his hair and smiled silly, the smell of orange shampoo faintly wafted, it smelled very good.I curled my lip and went on to write: 'You like me? '

He didn't write, just stared at the parchment and nodded stiffly.At this moment, Flitwick coughed lightly in dissatisfaction, and Harry and I looked at each other guiltily, stretched our necks and stuck out our tongues, and then sat upright with our backs straightened.

It wasn't until Professor Flitwick looked away and started to continue with the rest of the lesson that I quickly wrote with a quill, 'Oh, then we started as friends and developed naturally.You know, we feel good as friends.Maybe it can be developed further. I finished writing quickly, then looked up to observe Harry's reaction, he wiped his nose and smiled a little shyly, "However, I don't seem to have anything particularly attractive to boys. ' I continued to quill the sentence, frowning involuntarily at the thought of Michael's comment.

Christmas this year seems to be overshadowed by the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin, with most students staying overnight.George and the others didn't intend to go home, and even Master Draco submitted an application to stay in school.I was depressed, which meant that my grandfather's plans for a Christmas party were in vain.

"Are you really going home this year?" Hermione sat on her bed with a thick magic book spread out on her lap.She was trying to find any clues about the heir of Slytherin from the book.Just the other day, Harry's fanatical admirer Colin, Hufflepuff's Justin, and even Gryffindor's ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, were all attacked, and they are still lying hard in the hospital wing on the bed.This almost made Harry a target of public criticism. He could use Parseltongue, and Justin, who had had a dispute with him, was attacked again. This made people suspect that Harry was the murderer who dragged the entire school into the shadow of death.I can't help but feel frustrated when I think about it. Hufflepuff students are always spreading lies behind Harry's back. I even got into a fight with Ernie for it.

"Of course." I shook my head, then shrugged, stuffing a civilian suit into my handbag.You know, I don't want to be unconventional in a wizard's robe in downtown London at all, "Christmas is about being with the family, of course." My mum is Catholic and takes Christmas very seriously.And I don't want that needless horror creeping over Muggle families.

Merlin doesn't even know what my mother can do if she gets this earth-shattering news?

Maybe "Daily Sun" can issue a special issue for Hogwarts. The most important thing is that the heir of Slytherin's purpose of murdering Muggle students is definitely not to get out of the legacy of his ancestors.I can even imagine my mother biting the pen holder and chanting.

"Merry Christmas to you then." Hermione curled her lips, looking disinterested.

"By the way, how is your compound soup going?" I asked casually, it was really hard to imagine the feeling of mixing other people's hair in the soup and drinking it.

My words seemed to make Hermione irritable. She threw the book in her hand aside, picked up another notebook and flipped through it, and then she pointed to a certain page and said, "Generally, it's almost done, what needs to be done?" The herbal medicines are also complete, and they only need to be boiled for two more days before they can be used."

"You really think Malfoy would know?" I looked at the top of Hermione's head and frowned.I always feel that Draco should not be stupid enough to tell this kind of secret to Crabbe and Goyle.Or, I don't think Lucius Malfoy should be so ill-considered to let his teenage son keep such a big secret.Besides, Draco told me that he doesn't know who the heir is, and I'm willing to believe him in this matter, because his gloating and regretful expression really doesn't look like a fake.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Hermione looked up at me.

Also.

I nodded silently.Went to the desk looking for a book to pass the time, only to find a blank diary open on the common desk, with the date on the open side, but no words.I vaguely remember that Ginny seemed to have a habit of keeping a diary, which probably belonged to her.

Fortunately she did not write.

I pursed my lips and shrugged, and reached over to close the diary and put it back in the drawer where Ginny used to keep him.

"Really, I don't know how to put away my things." I muttered and complained.

"What do you think the monster in the secret room will be?" I took the "Illustrated Book of Known Mystical Creatures" I just borrowed from the library a few days ago and sat back on the bedside.I swipe my finger across the catalog and read them one by one, "First of all, the monster must have been put in by the founder of Slytherin, then it must be an ancient creature." I muttered and turned the page to the ancient creature section, Then I flipped through a few pages and threw the book on Hermione's bed, "If you have time to read this book, you may find monsters that meet the requirements. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be fully prepared." I said, standing up, With the small suitcase in my hand, the train home departs at [-]:[-] p.m., and it's time for me to gather at the distribution station.

"By the way, I borrowed the book from the library. You can return it for me when you have time." Before leaving, I added another sentence to Hermione, and she picked up the book and nodded vaguely at me.