[HP]Helen Pan

Seeing me like this, Michael glanced lazily. He slowly sat up straight and took out the ballpoint pen in his mouth and stuffed it into his schoolbag. He yawned and said, "You used to at least smile with me. It can be seen that you have less and less sense of humor."

Michael always seemed to be this laid-back, and I never recall him showing undue concern about his heir in Slytherin.He just took all the precautions the professors ordered him to do, and lived his life heartlessly.In his own words, instead of worrying about the uncertain factors beyond my control, it is better to try my best to do what I can, and then leave everything to Merlin.

The professors sitting in the front office stood up one by one. Professor McGonagall shook the brass bell in his hand, and the evening self-study was over.We will return to the common room of each college under the guidance of the professor, and then return to the dormitory under the guidance of the prefect.

"Helen..."

Ginny followed me slowly after packing up.She called me softly, her voice sounded a little trembling.I turned my head to look at her, and I couldn't find the usual girlish pinkness on her pale cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I involuntarily slowed down and reached out to test the temperature of her forehead.

Ginny shook her head, avoided my hand and hugged the book in her arms a little tighter.She said in a low voice and quickly, "I don't know what's wrong. I feel very cold...very cold." As she spoke, she looked up at me, and her originally transparent amber eyes were now more like Fragile faience.

I looked up in embarrassment. Percy was leading us through the passage behind the portrait of the fat woman.For Hogwarts now, it was extremely unsafe to sneak out of the dormitory at bedtime.I wanted to stop Percy and tell him to take Ginny to the hospital wing, but Ginny held me back, and she said, "I think I can take it until tomorrow, let's go to Madam Pomfrey tomorrow!"

After returning to the dormitory, I immediately tried to get Ginny to lie down, and called Blue, the elf from Gryffindor Tower, to bring Ginny some honey water.

"Is it better now?" I sat down beside Ginny's bed, lifted her up and carefully poured the sugar water into her mouth.

Ginny didn't answer but swallowed passively, with her head bowed, her red hair fluttering in the wind, and then fell melodiously all over her shoulders, making her look thinner than she actually was.

wind?

Are the windows open?

I frowned and turned my head subconsciously, only to find that there was a burst of mist gushing out from the open diary on the desk, and my eyes were hazy, like the steam in the bathroom.The cloud of white smoke tumbling, converging, tumbling, converging, and finally managed to piece together a figure - vaguely a handsome young man.

I felt the bed under me creak and lighten suddenly.

Looking back, she saw Ginny holding her wand. At this moment, her expression was stern and gloomy with the vicissitudes of life.I realized very quickly that the person in front of me was not the Ginny Weasley I knew.I frantically reached for the wand in my arms.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Then came a dazzling fluorescent green light, and he seemed to be alive, swimming like a snake, from the top of the wand and into my chest...

That wasn't Ginny's voice, it was the voice of a grown man with a hint of voice.

This is the last memory I have before I fall.

I seem to have fallen into a chaotic world, my senses have degenerated, I can't hear or make any sound, and my chest is stuffy and painful.I can vaguely feel that my vitality is gradually drying up, and the beating of my heart becomes slower and slower.The blood seems to be mixed with sand, and I can feel them gradually stagnating in my veins.

Are you going to die?This idea gradually became clear in my chaotic thinking.

The soul floated away from my body, and I was looking at my limp and gradually stiffening corpse with an attitude of indifference.I clearly know that I should be sad now, but at this moment my heart is nothing but despair.

Do not!

I don't want to die yet!

I wanted to scream, tried to get help, but I couldn't make a sound like the other ghosts at school.I struggled like crazy to no avail.Anthony wandered lingeringly beside my body, sticking out his tongue and licking my cheek from time to time, as if waking me up every morning and calling in a low voice.

Soon he noticed my strangeness, and Anthony's voice became irritable.He tentatively patted my face with his paws, arched his head against my body, once, twice, three times...

My body was turned by him and I lay on my back.

I saw the metal crucifix my grandfather had given me slip out of my collar.The old metal showed a heavy sense of time, with the warm golden color rubbed off from his body, it was not dazzling, and looked particularly comfortable.

Oh, God!

Please help me!

I don't want to die yet!

I clasped my hands like every time I prayed before, and fell to my knees devoutly.

At that moment, I thought I was dazzled, and a cross-shaped light burst out from the plain cross.The soft light wrapped me tightly like a net.Bathed in this holy light, I felt my soul feel more liberated than ever before.

I vaguely heard a deep voice whispering far away:

I swear that I will dedicate my faithful soul to Allah.

Humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit, these are the creeds I abide by throughout my life.

I swear that I will fight against evil for the rest of my life.

I would like to use my body to wipe out the evil in my eyes.

……

Something rough and warm rubbed against my cheeks, I waved my hand, and muttered to Anthony to let me sleep for a while, but the cold and hard texture under my body told me that I was not lying on the bed at the moment.

The consciousness came back to me in an instant, and I sat up straight with my mouth wide open and panted continuously.Anthony hovered beside me, rubbing his head against my arm intimately from time to time.I took him over, held him in my arms, and slowly recalled the somewhat vague memories.

I, just now, died?

My heart was at a loss, and I subconsciously reached out to grab the cross on my chest, only to find that my chest was empty.Hastily pulled out the silver chain around his neck from the neckline, only to find that there was no trace of the cross on the silver chain.

Where did it go?

I groped for a moment on the floor beside me, but found nothing.

"Ginny, did you see my cross..." I asked without thinking, and quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

It was then that I suddenly remembered what happened to me being attacked by Ginny last night.

what on earth is it?

Who is that shadow?

I stumbled up from the ground, and just as I was about to open the door, I found that after a puff of white smoke passed in front of me, Lester stood in front of me like a door.

I gave him a weird look, "Something happened to Ginny! We have to go save her! She... she was kidnapped by a man. No, by a ghost!" I said incoherently, trying to Tried to pull Lester away from the door so I could get out.I'm going to check out Myrtle's bathroom, I remember the last time Ginny was there.

"Go save her!?" Lester's tone seemed to be telling a joke, he grabbed my hand and threw me heavily onto the armchair, "How many lives do you think you have? Do you think you How many holy crosses do you have at home!? In your eyes, what do you think of the Dark Lord? A wild dog on the side of the road? Anyone can kick him?"

I blinked blankly.Lester's anger could not be accepted for a while.

Lester gritted his teeth, his handsome face was full of sternness, very ferocious.

"Your ancestors are ashamed of you!" The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and then he added in a low voice, "No matter which side of the ancestors it is!"

"It's not your turn to worry about saving lives! The professors at the school, as well as your two Gryffindor friends, are working hard on this matter." Lester turned his back to me, Friends of Gryffindor' is accented, as if some kind of sarcasm, "A bunch of stupid fools! Waiting to die!"

"If you're a wizard, you must be a Slytherin wizard. A ruthless guy." I lowered my head and whispered, but this angered Lester even more.

He grabbed my neck and lifted me up!

In my widened eyes, Lester's expression was distorted.The real feeling of suffocation made me open my mouth involuntarily. I kept patting his arms and waving my hands and feet trying to make him put me down, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, even with a certain A sinful greed.

Just when the extreme suffocation was about to seize my consciousness, Lester said, "Have you tasted enough of death? Do you want to continue?"

I shook my head with all my might.He swore and threw me away.

Before he left, he put some kind of magic on my door so I couldn't open it from the inside, and he slammed the door, cursing, "Stay here and wait until the dust settles. Damn Arthur will make trouble for me ! Look at his fine granddaughter!"

what should I do?

I lay on my back on the bed, silently staring at the tassels pouring down from the bed curtain.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny, they were probably going through a lot.Hermione was already in a bed in the hospital wing, and there were more Muggleborn students who might have been hurt.

They need help.

As their friend, how can I stay out of it at this time?

Just now Lester said that this was all a trick created by Voldemort, which means that Harry may now stand opposite the Dark Lord again!

But what if I go?

What am I?

I looked at the wand in my hand with a wry smile.

I'm probably good for nothing but trouble.

I suddenly remembered what Dumbledore said to me after I lost the wizard's jousting.

"Helen," he said, "remember, when we had hope and courage, we had the whole world. Bravery is the spirit of Gryffindor, and we despise all dangers because we have The belief in winning and the courage to overcome difficulties. We are never afraid of failure, because one day we will win in the most beautiful way."

Turning over quickly and getting up, I waved and opened the thick magic blackout curtains.The bright sunlight rushed into the room like a tide, and the dazzling light made me subconsciously cover my eyes with my hands.

Open the window hard, and the moist and fresh air is driven by the wind to flow into the room.

I took a deep breath and smiled.

Stepping my legs out the window, I spread my arms and imagined myself like a bird out of its cage.

The wind quickly passed over the cheeks, slightly stinging, to make people feel comfortable.

Alexander gave a long cry and appeared in front of me in response to my call, holding me firmly.

Dumbledore once told me, "Helen, our mounts can take us anywhere. As long as our faith is firm, there is no place that mounts dare not go!"

"Alexander! Take me to Ginny's side!" I reached out and patted the unicorn's head.Alexander threw his head back and hissed, and then he punched back and forth in the air, then plunged into the white light that appeared in the air.