[HP]Helen Pan

"What's that?" Draco frowned.

"A kind of exercise." Helen shrugged, she put the basketball on the ground, and then pulled down the rubber band that tied her hair and re-cut her hair before saying easily, "A kind of exercise that can make people grow taller. I'm not tall enough, I'm trying to make myself perfect." Helen turned her head and grinned at Draco, "My goal is a nine-headed beauty!"

The sunlight spilled into the room through the lace curtains, casting patterned shadows on Helen's smooth side face, giving her a layer of mystery for no reason, which made Draco's heart beat violently a few times for no reason. .

"You..." Draco suddenly felt thirsty.

"what?"

"The patterns on the curtains are beautiful." Draco looked away uncomfortably.

……

At the back of the Muggle yard is a simple basket, which Helen's father built here specially for her.At this moment, Helen and Draco were facing each other under the basket.Helen was still wearing a vest and shorts, and Draco's black cloak was taken off by Helen. At this moment, he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of slim-fit khaki pants.

The cuffs were rolled up high, the hair was disheveled because of the movement, and the vigorous activities made the young wizard's breathing fluctuate.Muscle lines are tight and strong.

Draco's motor nerves were beyond Helen's expectations. She simply taught him a few movements of ball control and dribbling, and he was already able to play a few sets with her decently, although he had never been able to break through Helen's Defensive, but the goal is already around the corner.

Another attack, Draco controlled the ball and broke in from Helen's left, Helen reached out to block, the cunning wizard turned around protecting the ball, passed Helen with a misplacement, and successfully made a three-step layup!

The ball wobbled around the rim and then dropped.

"No!" Helen laughed and jumped up.

Draco glanced at Helen in annoyance, then put his hands on his knees, bent down and panted uncontrollably.For a wizard, they never need too much exercise, and today's basketball almost consumed all of Draco's physical strength.

It was about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining strongly on the ground.

The hot air steamed up from the ground, making people restless. Draco took out his wand and cast several cooling spells on himself before he sighed in satisfaction.Helen threw a can of ice water into Draco's arms before holding her own, and asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't you sweating anymore?" Helen touched Draco in surprise arms, cool and neat.

"Magic?!" Helen was surprised.

"Of course." Draco squinted, looking a little smug.Helen always had something to admire about him.

"Can you teach me?" Helen took out her wand and looked at Draco with a kind of hopeful light in her eyes.

"Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school." Draco spread his hands regretfully, for some reason, he just wanted to see her deflated.

"Didn't you use it just now?" Helen smiled a bit wickedly. She lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "I have read the decree of the Ministry of Magic." melon/wizard) using magic.'" Helen jumped back a step, and she pointed to the house and said, "This is my home—a private place." Then she pointed to herself, "I'm using magic on myself .So, it can't be said that I broke the law." After finishing speaking, she stuck out her tongue at Draco childishly.

Want to beat her in law and language logic?

impossible.

"How are you going to repay me?" Helen's eloquence was beyond Draco's expectations, which made it more interesting for him to amuse Helen.

"I...I treat you to dinner?" Helen frowned and thought about it.

Today is the anniversary of my parents' wedding, and the two went out to the world of two.And when she gets home, she can only eat alone. If someone is willing to accompany her, she is very happy.

In fact, the cooling mantra is a very simple and homely mantra, and it doesn't take much effort to learn it.Just ask Helen casually, and her grandfather will be happy to teach her.Unfortunately, she ran into a naughty little snake, so she got a dinner at a loss.

Tall oaks shaded the afternoon sun, leaving only broken, golden spots on the ground.On the girl's side face, there are a few spots of light dancing lively, and the thin fluff is dyed a little golden, reminiscent of the sweetness of peaches.The beautiful unicorn stood quietly, its silver-white fur was so bright that people could not open their eyes, and he was letting the owner comb his fur meekly.

"I said... must you stand there and mess with your unicorn?" Draco stood three steps away from Helen.

The wind rustled through the treetops, and Draco narrowed his eyes slightly.

Helen turned her head back with a smile. She waved her arms and said, "It will be fine soon. We can go home after grooming Alexander." In fact, she was also in a hurry.

There is Manchester United's home game tonight, Helen must hurry back to her apartment in downtown London.

You must know that there is no premium channel for live broadcast of the Premier League here.

"Are you sure?" Draco took a few steps forward and stood in front of Helen.He is now on the same height as Helen, so the two of them are looking at each other with some unknown emotion gently fluctuating in their eyes.

"Huh?" Helen frowned subconsciously.

Draco pursed his lips and put his hands on Helen's shoulders.He leaned forward slightly, and the boy's lips stuck to the girl's slightly parted lips.It was a simple, clean, kiss without any lust.

It's just lip to lip, so close that we can share each other's breath and hear each other's heartbeat.

The slight breeze brushed the hair of the two of them, and brushed each other's cheeks vaguely, leaving a trace of numbness and a slight itchiness.The beautiful unicorn flicked its tail, and he quietly witnessed the first kiss of the two children.

About five seconds later, Draco stood up straight, Helen touched his lips and stared at the flushed boy in front of him with some confusion.Draco clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed uncomfortably before he pointed upwards scribbled to signal Helen to look up.

On the verdant oak wood, there is a fresh parasitic plant.The green leaves sway gently like a dance with the tune of the breeze, making delicate sounds.This was the first time Helen saw a live parasite.

If you stand under a sycamore, it means that anyone can kiss you.

Can not refuse, that is a wonderful blessing.

"Thank you." Helen blinked, then lowered her head slightly.She thought, this shouldn't be considered a first kiss, right?

"You're welcome." Draco looked away uncomfortably.He thought, this should be the first kiss, right?

Draco followed Helen back to Helen's apartment in the urban area with the door key.The landing place was Helen's room. This room was much smaller than the one in the manor, and it wasn't as messy as it was. It was barely recognizable as a girl's room.

As soon as he entered the room, Helen began to rummage through the wallet, and Draco was attracted by the square box on the desk.The thing was shining brightly and beeping from time to time.Helen rushed to the edge of the table, pulled out a box full of buttons from under the table, knocked randomly, and some words jumped out of the box.

Draco wanted to ask what it was, but based on the nobleman's reserve, he coughed and barely suppressed his curiosity.Helen glanced back at him, then pointed to the square box with a smile, and then shrugged, "This is a computer. I'm chatting with Michael on MSN. The guy went to Hawaii for vacation, and he said that the girls there are all in good shape." , This is to make me angry on purpose!" As she spoke, Helen put her hands on her hips angrily, puffing her cheeks and said, "One day I can become a Dcup too!"

computer?

MSN?

What is this all about?

Draco frowned, feeling suddenly annoyed.Looking at Helen's appearance, she knew that these things were common to her, but why didn't he know?What are these things?Why doesn't he understand?What spell is in that box?Why can Helen chat with Michael?

"How did you do that?" Draco asked without thinking, pointing at the computer.

"How did you do it?" Helen repeated his question with some embarrassment. "Uh... the principle is very profound, and I don't know it very well. I only know that MSN uses the Internet to transmit information." She curled her lips, and then He stuck out his tongue at Draco, "I just need to know that this thing is very convenient, as for the principle...that's not what I need to care about."

"By the way, what do you want to eat? I'm going to the supermarket, come together?" Helen waved the wallet in front of Draco who was a little sluggish.

Helen actually understands Draco's mood at this moment, it's like she just came to the metropolis of London from a small town by the seaside of Italy, or the kind of feeling she knew about herself when she just stepped into the gate of the magic world. Dazed, and helpless.

"You know, there are always differences between different cultures." Helen tried to comfort him, "You know Muggles can't tame owls, so they have to think of more troublesome ways to do things that wizards can do with a wave of their hands." .”

It was hard for Helen to imagine what kind of expression Draco would show if he knew that there was a gap of hundreds of years between wizards and Muggles in industry.Voldemort also wanted to destroy Muggles. In fact, this was really funny to Helen.If he really pissed off the Muggles, all he needed was an atomic bomb, and it didn't matter how many lives Voldemort had, he could send you to God.It is absolutely unimaginable for Voldemort to know that Muggles have attainments in the research of weapons of mass destruction.Even if he can dodge again, he can't beat the heat-seeking missiles of Muggles.What's more, the population of Muggles is millions of times or even more than that of wizards. Even in a war of attrition, it is absolutely impossible for Muggles to lose to wizards.

"What is a supermarket?" Draco asked again, he didn't seem to care about what Helen said just now.

"Supermarket..." Helen thought for a while, and then answered Draco happily, "A supermarket is a larger grocery store that sells everything. It's very convenient... Well, because Muggles can't use fireplaces and chimneys to move around, So one-stop shopping is more suitable for us." Helen added.

This was probably the first time in Draco's life that he was walking on the streets of London. He looked at the Muggles coming and going, feeling an unspeakable weirdness in his heart.What is that little box they are holding in their hands, what are they stuffing in their ears, and what are the colorful dynamic figures hanging from the tall buildings?

Seeing Draco's puzzled expression, Helen would introduce these things to Draco one by one in a way that would not hurt the wizard's self-esteem, but rather Muggle self-mockery.

It was a mobile phone, and Muggles could only use that without an owl.

It was an MP3, and Muggles don't have goblins for entertainment.

That's a TV screen!You know, Muggles don't have as good photography skills as wizards!

Draco didn't say a word but just listened silently, while secretly observing Helen's expression.The education he has received since he was a child does not allow him to be overly surprised, even if his heart is overwhelmed, on the surface he must be clear, calm, and reserved.And Helen has been talking enthusiastically, chattering endlessly, like a bird in spring, but it makes people feel kind for no reason.

At this moment, Draco felt as if he had broken into a completely strange world, and an inexplicable sense of helplessness enveloped his heart.If Helen's face shows a little bit of impatience or contempt now, the young man's slender heart will definitely be hurt a lot.And Helen vaguely understood this point. Although she really wanted to represent the Muggles in front of purebred wizards, she was very worried that doing so would hurt the purebred young master's self-esteem.

"Are you sure you want to cook by yourself!?" The expression on Master Draco's face was extraordinarily shocked. He saw Helen wearing an apron, and his mood was beyond description.

Does she know that she is a wizard noble lady?

Does she know that such behavior is cheap?

Did she know she was doing elf work right now?

Helen acted as if it should be taken for granted. She quickly cut open the tomato, and then asked Draco with a smile, "Are you asked to cook? Then I dare not eat it."

"Hmph!" Draco snorted coldly.

He won't do it!

And if she dared not eat the food he cooked, he would strangle her to death!

Draco walked back and forth in that modest apartment, admiring every decoration in the living room, as well as the set of things that Helen called the speakers.

He discovered a strange thing. There were countless Muggle photos in Helen's living room, and most of these photos were photos of her and Michael, from childhood to adulthood.

They are so familiar?

Helen walked behind Draco holding the glass jar containing strawberry salad. She followed his gaze and smiled, "This is Michael, you know him."

"You know him very well?" Draco couldn't explain why, but felt a little uncomfortable.

"He lives upstairs." Helen blinked, and with her hands still stained with sauce, she picked up a strawberry from the basin and brought it to Draco's mouth, "Try it! It's delicious. "

"Why are you so unhygienic? And..." Before Draco finished speaking, he was stuffed with a strawberry, "...well, while cooking...while eating, well, it's very boring... Uneducated!"

Helen didn't care about Draco's nagging, she just squinted at him and smiled sweetly, then turned around and ran back to the cooking counter to work on her butter-baked vegetables.

The meal was completely Mediterranean style, simple dishes without any particularity, but Draco felt that he had a rare good appetite.After dinner, Helen put away the dishes casually, and stood in front of the TV to wait for the game to start. Draco was also curious about this sport that fascinated Helen so much.But the dark red jewel on his left hand suddenly lit up, and he knew it was his father calling him home.

There was no reason to stay any longer, but he didn't want to leave.

Draco frowned unconsciously.

"Are you going back?" Helen looked back at Draco's embarrassed expression, and took out the grandfather's house key from her pocket very understandingly, "I will lend you this first. Go back quickly! Don't let your father Wait in a hurry." As she spoke, she turned her head quickly, and Beckham on the TV was dribbling in with the ball, instigating an attack.

Draco closed his fists, holding the key with body temperature, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Helen didn't know that Lucius had already returned home, and Draco didn't need to go back to the Pan family's house. Of course, she didn't know that she would never return.