[HP]Helen Pan

With the sound of a loud whistle, the train started shaking, and the people on the platform backed away quickly, and soon I couldn't see my grandfather clearly.

About 3 minutes after departure, the door of the private room was opened again.This time it was a tall boy with red hair and freckles.

"I can..." He raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly and pointed to the empty seat in our private room, and after looking back and forth between me and Harry, he said slowly, "You know...the other cars are full... ..."

"Of course! Sit down!" Harry smiled and pointed to the empty seat beside him.

The boy smiled, and he sat down next to Harry and said with a big grin, "Ronald Billius Weasley, of course you can call me Ron. How about you?" He gave a big smile.

"Helen Pan."

"Harry Potter."

Harry and I were almost on the same page.But you have to understand what the name Harry Potter means to a wizard.So I wasn't disappointed when Ron completely ignored mine and just gaped at Harry, dumbfounded.

The first time I saw the scar on Harry's forehead, I was very envious and thought maybe I should get one too.But when my grandfather told me the origin of that scar, I immediately dismissed the idea.

"What's in your pocket?" I pointed curiously at the twine-like thing winding out of Ron's pocket.

"Oh! It's Scabbers!" Ron grabbed the 'hemp rope' and dug it out of his pocket. "It can't wake up all the time. You see, it's sleeping again."

I don't know how normal people should react when you see a palm-sized mouse falling in front of your eyes and still shaking.But before I could make a decision, Anthony in my arms reacted first.He stretched out his paw and tried to reach the rat that was being lifted upside down.

At the same time, the mouse, which usually fell asleep, suddenly woke up.It writhed and tried to break free from Ron's grasp.And Anthony seemed even more excited. He stood up, one tail sticking up straight, and a pair of golden-green eyes sparkling.

Scabbers struggled harder.

"Oh! My God! Take care of your cat!" Ron yelled, and Scabbers' tail slipped from his grasp.The palm-sized gray mouse disappeared in an instant.

I hugged Anthony and yelled, and jumped onto the sofa.

Then, the whole car was in a mess. Harry and Ron sprawled on the ground looking for Scabbers scurrying about, while I managed to get Anthony back into the cage, who was screaming.

Ron's face was almost scratched by Anthony in the confusion.

"Hey! There's something dirty on your nose." After Ron finally caught the sleepy Scabbers, I took out a tissue and put it in his hand, pointed to his nose, and signaled him to wipe it off.

"Honey, do you want to buy some food in the car?" A woman with blond curly hair and a slightly bloated body pushed open the door of the box, poked her head in and asked with a smile.

Harry bought every variety of snacks available in the car.I could only shake my head at the lady after being disappointed that the only drink served in the car was pumpkin juice.

"Aren't you hungry? Have a pumpkin pie?" Harry ate a pumpkin pie while stuffing other food into Ron's and me's hands.

"No! Thanks, I'm allergic to pumpkin and it gives me rashes." I waved at Harry in horror.

God knows how long I've been plagued by those painful, itchy, unsightly rashes I developed after eating my mother's pumpkin pie when I was five years old.

"Then eat...this?" Harry picked up another food with an even weirder package and wanted to hand it over.

"Oh, no. I'm getting motion sickness and I'm afraid I'll throw up after eating. That's ugly." I smiled, embarrassed. Both Harry and Ron looked at me worriedly, as if I were pitiful.I looked at them seriously and said with a blank face, "If you don't pay attention when eating, you will stuff food into your nostrils."

For a while, the three of them laughed together.

"What's this?" Harry picked up a small package, tore it open in one go, and a black mass came out of the box and rushed towards me.

I yelled and jumped up, and after a closer look, it was a frog, but it was chocolate-colored.

"Hey! Relax! It's a chocolate frog," Ron shrugged, reaching out and pinching the frog lying on the seat.He sent the frog back to Harry's hand, and took another bite of the pumpkin pie in his hand, "It's chocolate, it's just been enchanted with a simple magic. Eat it at ease! By the way, who is the card on the box? Show me , you know I'm collecting."

I squinted my eyes and reached out to touch my nose. The magical world is so wonderful, even the snacks are so different.I could swear I saw the chocolate frog's legs move as Harry bit down.

The rest of the itinerary was a bit boring. It seemed that there was only the spitting chatter of the two boys and the monotonous shaking of the train.Within a minute of the time, the motion sickness reaction became more severe.In the end, I even felt that liquid lead was poured into my head, and I felt dizzy, so heavy that I couldn't bear it.

"Hi! Helen, do you need anything? You know...you look ugly." Harry frowned.At the same time, Ron moved closer to me, so close that I could see every freckle on his face.

"Maybe she needs some motion sickness pills." Ron fumbled in his pockets awkwardly, and then he said apologetically, "Unfortunately, I didn't bring them. Mom asked me to bring them."

I struggled and moved my body, the dizziness made my whole body soft like a puddle of mud.I licked my dry lips and said, "I think I need a glass of water, clear water."

"Oh! Of course! I'll go out and ask for you!" Harry got up and was walking to the door, reaching for the doorknob, and at that moment the door opened.

There were two tall boys with red hair who were almost identical in appearance.I began to suspect that motion sickness was hallucinating me.

"Hey! Ron! Guess what, we just gave Slytherin idiot Peterson a discoloration potion and you know his whole face turned purple!"

A overlapping sound.

"Totally bright purple!" one says. "Can you believe it? He's so beautiful that way. His fat face is like a purple balloon," another says.

"Hi! Fred, George, Mom told you not to mess around at school." Ron stood up, his voice raised once.

"Hey! Ron, take it easy, isn't this still at school?" There were overlapping strange voices again.

As if realizing that Harry and I were still in the car, they joked and started introducing themselves.

"Fred Weasley!"

"George Weasley!"

The two spoke at the same time.Then they began to complain to each other about stealing their lines.

"They are my brother, twins." Ron spread his hands helplessly, then shrugged, "They always like to quarrel like this. My mother always said that they are a pair of little devils who only know how to make trouble."

"Harry Potter." Harry nodded and shook hands with them one by one, "This is Helen Pan." He kindly spoke for me.Obviously, in front of Harry Potter's name, my name was once again ignored.

Of course, I can understand.

Who can expect to attract attention while standing next to Michael Jackson?I'm not Marilyn Monroe.

"Oh! I'd love to talk to you guys a little more...you know, those childhood things. But I have to go out and get some water for Helen now, she's getting carsick." Harry pointed at me, smiling awkwardly .

"Is she motion sick?" One of the twins leaned over me.The corners of his mouth naturally raised into a beautiful arc and smiled at me. There are some freckles on his face but it's not ugly.He reached out and touched my forehead, and lifted my eyelids like a doctor, then he turned around and said nonsense to the people behind him, "I think she is indeed motion sick."

"Hey! Is that Helen?" He winked at me again, his thick eyelashes fluttering, "Don't worry, I have anti-motion sickness potion." Then, he took out a purple, distorted shape from his pocket jar.He poured two purple peas out of the jar, and he carefully squeezed them to my mouth.

I pursed my lips and shrank back. The medicine was purple.God knows, will I turn into a purple balloon after I take this medicine? !

"Hi! It's okay, the medicine works quickly, just take it." He smiled, two dimples were sunken on both sides of his face, and a pair of emerald eyes shone like emeralds.

I looked behind him, Harry and the others were looking at me, as if encouraging me to open my mouth.

"Is this medicine really edible?" I asked in a low voice.God knows, the pills seemed liquid, and they were shaking in the boy's fingers.

"Of course!" He laughed again, and he simply sat down beside me, and said as if singing, "George's medicine is sweet, it is sweet."

Probably dizzy, I swallowed, and tentatively opened my mouth slightly.Almost just a slit, and the pill slipped from George's hand and into my mouth.

He didn't lie to me, it is indeed sweet, and it is the kind of sweet that makes people tired!

"Ah! It's so sweet!" I jumped up from the chair with my throat stuck, and at the same time, George sat on the seat and spread his hands, "Look! How effective my new potion is."

The Weasley brothers left like a gust of wind, and I fell asleep groggy from the side effects of the medicine.I don't know how long it has passed, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Who could it be?" I opened my eyes in a daze.

"Who knows?" Harry replied nonchalantly.

There was a round-faced boy at the door. His cheeks were a little wet and the tip of his nose was reddish. He had obviously just cried.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I wanted to ask if you saw my toad?"

"Your... what?" I swallowed and asked word by word.

"Toad." He reached out and wiped his face indiscriminately, and focused his eyes on me dully.

toad

——a cold-blooded, disgusting, slippery, ugly, bumpy, screaming, amphibious reptile.

When all I knew about the toad came to my mind, I yelled and jumped on the seat again. Harry, Ron, and the boy searched and found nothing before I managed to calm down.

When I sat down again, I found something hard under my buttocks.I got up and saw that it was a picture in the chocolate baby.

On the picture is a man's face, he wears a pair of half-moon glasses, a long straight nose, silver hair and beard hanging down, the whole person looks kind and kind.

This is my Headmaster - Albus Dumbledore.

"Hey! Harry, can you give me this picture?" I waved the thing in my hand to Harry.

"Of course!" he said.

When I looked down at the picture again, I found that Dumbledore smiled at me, a very kind smile, which made people feel very kind.

I smiled and turned the picture over, and there were some notes about Dumbledore's life on the back.

"Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts

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With partner Nick Flamel in alchemy..." I whispered each word, while the cubicle door was pushed open again rudely.

"Anyone see a toad? Neville lost a toad."

It was a girl's voice, but there was something distinctly domineering and conceited about it.

I looked up and looked down, she was a girl with brown hair and front teeth.

"Hey! We've already looked for it just now, there are no toads here!" Ron spread his hands and said.But the girl seemed so focused on the wand in Ron's hand that she couldn't hear him at all.

"You want to cast a spell? Can I have a look?" she said to Ron.That's when I realized Ron was trying to turn his Scabbers yellow.The girl pointed to the place where Anthony's cage was next to me and asked me, "Is that okay?" But before I could answer her, she had already lifted the cage and put it on the ground, then turned around and sat down.

Ron cleared his throat and began to say a spell.

He was waving his wand as he muttered, but Scabbers, still clad in his gray fur, didn't respond to anything other than a loud belch as he gnawed on the sugar ball.

"Are you sure you didn't say the wrong spell?" She lifted her chin and said with a hint of arrogance.Then she said a lot, similar to the fact that she had tried a few simple and effective spells at home, or that she had read a lot of books on magic, and a large part of it was about Harry.

She talked a lot, and I tried several times to intervene, but without success.Thankfully, she finally stopped after saying her name was - Hermione Granger.

"If I were you, I'd find a way to find all the books that mentioned me." She said to Harry.Then she lifted Anthony's cage up and peeked inside.

"Your cat?" she said, looking at me. "I don't think his fur is very beautiful. I don't like the dark color."

She looked at me with her brown eyes.I realized that it seemed to be my turn to speak, I licked my dry lips and said in the most polite tone, "Could you please stand up?"

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzled while holding the cage.

"Miss Granger, I don't think I asked you to sit down." I reached out and took Anthony's cage from her, "You took his place! Also, I like Anthony's beautiful blue fur .Now, Miss Granger, please stand up, thank you."