[HP]Helen Pan

"You bullied her?" Ron stared at me and said in disbelief.His voice was loud, with his usual recklessness.Harry stood aside, tugged at Ron's sleeve, moved his mouth but made no sound.

The stove in the common room was burning vigorously, the firewood inside was crackling, and a faint burnt aroma filled every corner of the room.Harry and Ron stood at the entrance of the passage, and the light was dim so that their expressions could not be seen clearly.

I swallowed, then straightened up silently.Although I wanted to explain, I felt that there was nothing to say. I was really embarrassing Ginny just now.

"Ron Weasley."

Just as I hung my head and waited for Ron to explode, Fred or George's voice came.I turned my head and saw George, Fred and their friend Lee Jordan standing at the door of the dormitory with wizard poker. They probably ran out after hearing the movement here.

George handed the poker in his hand to Fred, then frowned and took a step forward, "Ron Weasley, your sister just ran over crying. Are you still here? Why don't you go up and coax her ?”

"Beware of Percy making trouble for you." Fred stuck out his tongue, and he joked out of shape. "Ron is turning a blind eye to Ginny again. He always doesn't care about his little sister."

"Hey! Isn't Ginny your sister?" Ron's eyes widened. "Why don't you go comfort her?"

George and Fred said in unison, "Percy told us to stay away from Ginny, saying we were only making her feel worse." They both slumped their shoulders at the same time and said sadly, "Is it Aren't our pranks funny enough? Why is she always being made to cry by us?"

"Maybe, she doesn't like the shape of a headless ghost." George stared at Fred seriously.

"Then let's get a flaming skull and place it at the corner of the stairs tomorrow, maybe she will like it." Fred suggested, holding his chin.

"Great idea!" George and Fred clapped hands at the same time.

"I said, can you two be serious! Why don't you ask Ginny why she's crying?!" Ron opened his mouth wide and put his hands on his hips.There was a look of helplessness on his not pretty face, as if he was ashamed of the pair of brothers who were off-line.

"Come on! Do you think it was Helen who made Ginny cry? Helen bullied your sister and she viciously hurt our little Ginny." Fred said in a strange voice, "Evil Helen Witch! Do you know what's wrong?!"

George tapped him on the shoulder like Fred was telling a joke.Then he seemed to remember something, cleared his throat and pursed his mouth, rubbing his eyes with his hands and making a crying nose, "Your sister cries every day at home, and most of them are made by brother Ron, whom she hates." crying."

"When Ron was three years old, he disobeyed his mother and stretched at the dining table, and then knocked poor little Ginny out of the chair with a wave of his hand." Fred looked at George.

"There was another time when Ron took Ginny out of the yard to be a pet goblin, soaked it in water and died." George added.

"Another time, Ron said to Ginny's face that her rare new clothes seemed to be bought from an old people's clothing store." Fred insisted.

"Oh! Poor little Ginny!" Lee Jordan put his hands on his forehead immediately after hearing what George and Fred said, his voice full of sympathy.

"That's right, that's right! And that time..." George snapped his fingers and planned to continue.

George and Fred were chattering in the corner like this, which made Ron's face redder and redder, and with his freckles all over his face, his face looked like a ripe strawberry at this moment .

"I... I... go to Ginny!" Ron left this sentence vaguely and ran away quickly.

Harry looked at Ron, then at us, then nodded hastily, "I'll go, I'll go see him." Then he ran off with Ron.

Seeing the two of them running back and forth, I turned my head and looked helplessly at the three who were still chatting and laughing.George paused, tilted his head and waved at me with a smile.

For a moment, I felt that the blood all over my body rushed to my head, and my chest cavity was swollen and swollen by something. It was a feeling of happiness that I had never felt before.

"Ron's brain is not working." George frowned and pointed to his head. "Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"That guy is just a little stupid, but he's still a good guy." Fred said, and Lee Jordan nodded in agreement.

"No, he's not stupid. Very stupid! I often think he's better than giants." George retorted with a smile, then he lowered his head and sighed in self-pity, "It's really hard for us to have a brother like that. Poor." Fred hammered his chest, his face full of your unkind smile.

"But to be honest, Ginny is just a little shy." After George laughed, his expression became more serious. "Ginny will get over everything once she cries. Don't mind too much. Girls like to cry."

"Look at what you said!" Fred laughed and pushed George, "Are you saying that Helen is not a girl? She never cried."

George staggered from being pushed by Fred, making such a movement that he looked like he was about to fall.I exclaimed, and quickly reached out to pull it, but George just swayed a few times before standing up straight again.

"Girls who don't cry are cuter." George rolled his eyes at Fred and said very naturally.

Girls who don't cry... cuter...

My mood was sweeter than a gallon of honey.My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I could almost hear my own strong heartbeat.The air around my feet was spinning in circles, making me feel like I was floating on the clouds in the sky, my feet were soft, and my head began to feel dizzy.The whole person was shrouded in a hazy sense of happiness.I couldn't help giggling, and George reached out and tugged at my curly hair, straightening it and watching it curl back, like it was a good game.I looked up at him, only to realize that my hand was still tugging at the corner of his clothes, I immediately withdrew my hand in embarrassment, then lowered my head and coughed twice uncomfortably.

Lee Jordan asked me if I wanted to play cards with them, and I immediately nodded vigorously in agreement.During the last holiday, my grandfather taught me how to play wizarding cards. I am now very addicted to cards. I often take Hermione to accompany me in the dormitory, but she always prefers to read books.If I were to play poker with Michael, he could always make me lose completely with his talent in prophecy.

Of course, George and Fred seemed to have a natural tacit understanding, and they were invincible in playing cards together.Li and I had already put notes on our faces, and only then did I understand his intention of dragging me to play cards together.Two people lose together, it is better than one person, no matter what, there is a setback.

When I got back to my dorm that night, Ginny still hadn't come back.I sat down at the desk and tried to open the drawer where Ginny kept her diary, but it was locked.

How did the diary get back into Ginny's hands?

I just remembered one thing.A few mornings ago, Harry's face was very ugly, and he seemed absent-minded in everything he did.According to Neville in their dormitory, Harry dropped something.Hermione was also talking about it, and she said that the Gryffindor students must have stolen it.But I was discussing the changes in the Premier League table with Michael at the time, so I didn't pay attention to it.

So, Ginny stole the diary back from Harry?

Harry said he was going to see Hagrid tonight, so what did they know from Hagrid?

Not long after I lay in bed that night, I heard the sound of Ginny opening the door and entering the house.I blinked and decided to have a calm talk with her when I got up tomorrow.But Ginny shook me awake herself, her eyes red and haggard.

"Helen, I lost control of my emotions just now." She lowered her head and whispered, "I'm sorry, I've always been like this lately... I don't know why." She buried her face in her palm , The shoulders trembled slightly.I put my hand on her shoulder to try to calm her down.

After a while, she continued, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I always do something in a daze, but I can't remember anything afterwards. Several times I found myself covered in blood. Blood, straw on the cloak, but I can't remember what I did. I'm starting to suspect that I did it, and I'm getting more and more sure of it lately. But I really don't remember anything I don’t remember anything... But I did it, I did it, I hurt everyone..." As she spoke, Ginny began to sob softly, "What should I do... what should I do?" What should I do... Helen, what should I do..."

I silently patted her on the back, feeling at a loss in my heart.

what can we do about it?

Who to consult with?

Harry and Ron?

No, they are also 12-year-old students.Besides, Ron will definitely not accept the fact that his sister is the murderer.

Leicester?

No, he will definitely not give me any answers.

Dumbledore?

I suddenly thought of Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes that would squint into crescents when he laughed.

Yes, he will definitely have a way!

But unexpectedly, the next day, Hogwarts changed.

Albus Dumbledore is gone.

Hogwarts has lost its headmaster.

When Professor McGonagall announced the news in the morning, her body trembled slightly as if she was suppressing some huge emotion, and the pressure made her already tall and thin body even weaker.Professor Snape sat silently in his seat, his expression unchanged, but his eyes became heavier than usual. His greasy hair and black cloak enveloped him like a thick black shadow.Lockhart rushed to the podium after Professor McGonagall, saying he would keep every Muggle student safe in Dumbledore's absence, but the exaggerated smile on his face made him look like a jumper clown.

Harry and Ron lowered their heads and ate and drank silently, while the group of self-righteous guys at the Slytherin table were in a mess, and Draco was sitting in his seat laughing non-stop, with a smug look on his face. A generation.

"I said, do you need to stare at me every day? This will hinder me from communicating with the beautiful seniors." Michael moved his buttocks in disgust and moved himself a little farther away, then raised his head towards the long table A Hufflepuff girl on the opposite side narrowed her eyes and smiled, while that girl blushed almost instantly, and then hurriedly lowered her head.

I bumped him hard with my shoulder, and then said righteously, "I'm also your senior sister, although I'm not pretty, you just make do with it and communicate with me more."

"I said, you don't need to be like this!" Michael propped his head on his hands and said vaguely with a ballpoint pen in his mouth, "The lounge is completely sealed, and there is a professor escorting after class, so there is nothing to worry about. You Could it be that you really want to protect me or something?" Michael glanced at me like a silent mockery.This stung my fragile nerves, and I didn't know what to do with myself.

These days, I can't wait to watch Ginny all the time. I can only be sure if she is doing anything else by looking at her.But in the common study room, I'd rather stay with Michael and make sure he's safe.I told him that I guessed that the chamber monster was a basilisk, and that I asked him to keep a mirror with him, but I couldn't be bothered.My heart was suffering all the time, watching Harry and the others busy looking for all the clues, but I kept silent because I promised Ginny to keep the secret.

Just the day before yesterday, I had learned how to turn a book into a rooster.Naturally, there is no reason to go to the office to report again.But as I left the Leicester office, he looked at me and made no bones about my incompetence.He told me again that I was just a piece of trash in the way, and I should be thankful if I didn't cause trouble for others.And when Draco saw me, he just sneered and reassured me.He said I'm only a half-breed, and it's probably my turn when all the Muggles are dead.

"Helen." Michael suddenly took my hand, he held my hand tightly, and then whispered into my ear, "Although I'm just a little man, I don't like to be protected by women. So, if you are willing to say that you are seeking my protection by staying by my side, I will be very happy, and maybe I will let you be my girlfriend."

Just think of the pile of cards Michael received on Valentine's Day to see what an honor it was to be 'Michael's girlfriend'.

I turned to look at Michael tiredly, then pulled the corners of my mouth and squeezed out a dry smile, "This joke is not funny at all. You are getting less and less sense of humor."