[HP]Helen Pan

Every year on Halloween Hogwarts holds a huge Halloween dinner.There will be countless pumpkin lanterns, fluttering bats, flickering candles, and of course piles of exquisite food.

Hermione and Ron are said to have eaten a lot in Hogsmeade, but they still ate the second food.The atmosphere at dinner was good, and Harry seemed to be happier.He told Hermione and Ron about Snape's delivery of medicine to Lupine, and Hermione basically agreed with me, and even if Snape wanted to kill Lupine, he couldn't do it in front of Harry.

After the dinner party, the three of us went to the dormitory together, but those who walked in front were all blocked in front of the portrait of the fat woman, making a lot of noise.Percy yelled suddenly after squeezing to the front, and he said to send someone to find Headmaster Dumbledore.

"What's going on in front?" Hermione and I exchanged glances, then tried to squeeze forward to see what happened.

"My God!" Hermione leaned forward, then turned around and clutched Harry's arm tightly.

The fat woman's canvas has been destroyed, and she herself has disappeared.All that remains is the torn canvas hanging despondently on the frame.

Everyone was relatively silent, and we all knew one thing clearly in our hearts-Sirius Black was here, and he was probably lurking in a corner of the school at this very moment.And it's a well-known secret that he intends to harm Harry.

Dumbledore arrived later, his expression was very serious, and he immediately decided to gather all the students of the academy into the auditorium.He said that the school needs to conduct a thorough inspection of the school, and we may need to spend the night in the auditorium.

While everyone was lying down and secretly biting their ears, Harry told me in a low voice that all his bad luck started with seeing a black dog.Hermione and Ron seemed to know it a long time ago, my face changed, and I couldn't help but think of the black dog I saw in the Forbidden Forest this afternoon, but my intuition told me that he was not malicious.

Hermione gave me a blank look, then turned over and lay on her back looking at the ceiling with the illusion of starry sky, "You are always busy, so there are many things you don't know."

I grinned and tickled her armpit, "Are you complaining that I don't care about you?"

Hermione squirmed and dodged, trying to make her tone more serious but more comical, "You are always busy with those Muggle lessons with Michael, but you don't know about Hagrid's latest troubles. Know?! Malfoy actually accused Buck Buckbeak is a dangerous creature, and his father even asked the Ministry of Magic to execute Buckbeak!"

"Kill Buckbeak?" My hands froze. "Why?"

"Isn't it because Buckbeak embarrassed him?" Ron said viciously, out of his nose, "That small-minded man! I definitely won't do that!"

"Yes! If you know that Ron is so fussy, according to the frequency of his embarrassment, he must be surrounded by floating corpses." I spoke harshly, and Ron flushed with anger, but Hermione couldn't breathe with giggles .

This round of turmoil ended in failure to find Blake and let it go.In a blink of an eye, the Christmas holiday was approaching, and Hermione and Ron planned to stay at school with Harry. They were worried that Black would take this opportunity to do something to Harry.And I wanted to stay, but a week before the Christmas holiday, my grandfather's owl Barbara brought me a letter. In the letter, my grandfather said that it would be best for me to go home this Christmas.He said there was a Christmas reception at the Ministry and he wanted me to join him.He also told me that if I wanted to save that poor hippogriff, I'd need to talk it over with Mr. Malfoy Jr.

In conclusion, I must go home.

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"Grandfather... Do you really want to give these to me?" I hesitated and turned back to look at the slightly trembling voice of my grandfather who was smiling kindly behind me.

In front of me was a huge jewelry box with piano lacquer details decorated with pure gold inlays, and my legs trembled unconsciously.On the top of the box was a family crest of solid gold, with a curlicue capital 'P' half-hidden by wings wrapped in hyacinths.This is a jewelry box that represents the identity of the mistress of the Pan family. The jewelry inside is almost all the most precious and most loved by the owner.The box was lined with a dark red velvet liner, and it probably contained enough jewelry to be worth as much as Dad's well-run law firm.The gemstones are clear and bright, all about the size of an egg, and the cuts are extremely meticulous and flawless.There is also a long string of pearls, all round and plump, showing a mysterious and delicate silver gray color, and the pearls are faintly tinged with purple as the light changes.The sizes of the individual particles are almost the same, and they are all about the size of my fingernail.

"My dear little Helen!" my grandfather laughed, putting his hands on my shoulders, and said in a gentle tone, "the mistress is not the only one. There are countless jewels lying on the ancient ring You know, you are my only granddaughter, the only princess in our family, who else can I give these things to if you don’t give them to you?" He then reached out and took out the string of pearls from the box, He gently wrapped it around my neck three times, and then he picked up a simple chain with a light blue-green diamond the size of a pigeon egg on it. "You know?" He said, "This one The diamond is called Orlov, and he was inlaid in the eyes of the Brahman statue in the ancient Indian temple earlier. Brahman masters the communication channel between gods and humans in Buddhism, and occupies the most noble position in society." Said, He put the diamond on my neck, and then moved it to the back, and the cold texture seemed to slide across my back.

It is said that the banquet held by the Ministry of Magic is actually a means for Fudge to win people's hearts and expand his social circle.So the venue for the banquet was in Fudge's villa somewhere in London.

Grandpa got out of the car one step ahead of me, and then opened the door for me in a gentlemanly manner.When he held my arm, he lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "My little princess, you are so beautiful today!"

I immediately turned my head and gave my grandfather a sweet smile, "I think so too."

Lulu carefully painted me the most exquisite makeup at the request of the old Jock butler.She is wearing a champagne-colored tube top dress, which is tucked in at the waist and followed by a wide tutu skirt, which makes the wearer look delicate and lovely.The curly hair was neatly pulled up by the elf Lulu and fixed with pearl hairpins.The jewelry around my neck was so heavy that I had to straighten my back.Although the stiletto heels on the soles of my feet made my feet miserable, they also gave me a certain degree of confidence.

I think the reason why my grandfather let me dress up so grandly is probably because this is the first time I really stepped into the high society of wizards.

Different from the simplicity of attending Draco's entrance banquet two years ago, the grand banquet this time left me speechless.Soaring roofs, dazzling crystal lights, and a long dining table that can't be seen at a glance.Beautiful teenagers carried dinner plates to and fro among the crowd, and the wizards and witches dressed up in extreme ways to show their status.The bright and dazzling jewels, the crisp and expensive dresses, the meticulous hairstyles, everything looks so luxurious.But most of the adult witches seem to have chosen long skirts from the head and neck to the arms, and the girls also chose the unconservative style. Standing among them, I am a bit different.

"Grandfather..." I tugged at my grandfather's sleeve in a state of bewilderment, "Am I wearing too little?"

Grandfather's big hand covered mine, he squeezed his fingers together slightly, and then whispered in my ear, "I think you are beautiful, and you also think you are beautiful, that's enough. We don't need to talk to those old-fashioned The same people." As he spoke, he smiled with some kind of deep meaning.

I suddenly felt that my grandfather was expressing some kind of political position?

Didn't it mean that Weasley and grandfather were the only ones who were close to Muggles?

"Oh! Helen, come and talk to your Uncle Cornelius Fudge. He is a gentleman of great reputation." Grandfather moved the cane to his other hand, and then pointed to me with his right hand to stand In front of me was a stocky little man smiling with a glass of champagne.

"Hello! Mr. Fudge." I saluted him politely, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and his big belly made him look amiable.This is our Minister for Magic, and he seems like a nice guy.According to my grandfather, he was indeed a good minister, except that he was a little headstrong and occasionally confused.

"Oh! The granddaughter of the Pan family is really beautiful." Mr. Fudge rubbed my head affectionately like a grandfather I have known for many years, "Helen, right? She must be a beautiful lady in the future. Arthur, I dare I'm sure the Pan family will have another excellent witch." Fudge looked up at his grandfather, and what he said was entirely in praise of my grandfather or the Pan family, not me.

"Oh! That's right! Connelly, what do you think of my little Helen's little Muggle dress? I think it looks great!" Grandpa picked up a glass from the tray held by the waiter. Champagne, take a sip.

"Let me see! This looks so beautiful, it looks like Helen... um... lively, cute. Yes! Lively and cute!" Fudge thought for a while, and then kept saying, "Girls should be so energetic!" He raised his hand Cup, drink with grandfather.

"What should girls do?" A thin, uncomfortable female voice.

I saw a short and fat woman in a pink dress coming over, and naturally stood next to Fudge, and she looked at me wantonly from above with a pair of harsh eyes.I bit my lip secretly, took a step forward to meet her gaze, and saluted her, "Miss Umbridge, hello!"

Mama said that any old woman likes to be called Miss, as if she is still in her prime.

Sure enough, a funny and cute smile appeared on Umbridge's fleshy face, and her voice softened, "You know me?"

"Well! You are very famous. I heard that you have assisted Minister Fudge and have made remarkable achievements." I said things against my will.All I know is that my grandfather told me that Fudge had a mistress who wasn't very pretty, and that the two of them were doing no good together.When I see them now, I sincerely feel that the two are very suitable, and they are generally short.

"Hehe..." Umbridge covered her mouth and laughed foolishly. Grandpa lost no time in introducing me, and then she glanced at me, "Little girl doesn't wear much..."

"It's pretty, though." Fudge said, and Umbridge glanced at him, then nodded with a very bright smile.

The rest of the time made me a little nauseous. My grandfather took me around in groups of people. I knew he was creating a social circle for me, but those fake smiles and words really made me tired.After a circle of socializing, I found an excuse to find an unnoticed corner to quench my thirst with a glass of champagne.

"Beautiful lady, do I have the honor of asking you to dance?"

I looked up in surprise. Draco was wearing a silver-white dress with a straight placket, a snow-white shirt with complicated lace, a silver-white bow tie embellished with a ruby, and a hair that was meticulously tied behind his head. hairstyle.I remember that I used to criticize his old-fashioned hairstyle, but now, he is so suitable to stand here.Behind Draco are the wizards who are walking and talking, and those handsome wizards have become the background of Draco at this moment.

At this moment, this room, this hall, this world, everything made him look so extraordinary, and the aristocratic temperament was fully revealed in his gestures.

"Beautiful lady, do I have the honor of asking you to dance?" He smiled and repeated it patiently.

"Draco?" I wondered.

"Huh?" He tilted his head.

"You still know me?"

"Of course!" There was a puzzled expression on his face.

"Then why are you being such a gentleman to me?" I looked around, the corner where we were standing was very lonely, and there was no one around.I remember Draco the guy never pretending to be a gentleman in front of me after getting strong at his entrance banquet.

"You..." Draco's expression was a little astonished, and turned into disbelief.He looked at me and laughed, "You're such a spoiler!"

"It's average..." I took another sip of champagne, and the fruity sparkling wine made people like it very much.

"What drink?" Draco frowned and took the glass from my hand, and put it on the long table beside him, "Go! Come dance with me!" He said, took my hand and put I dragged to the dance floor.

"Hey! Wait!" I shake off his hand and barely stand still, "Why don't you find another girl to dance with? Look, Pansy is standing there!" I complained as I rubbed my wrist.I just saw Pansy Parkinson, and she looked at me like she was going to punch two holes in me, and I think she would love to dance with Draco.

"It's up to you who I want to dance with." Draco looked at me with folded arms.

"Don't I have the right to refuse the invitation?" I muttered.

"why?"

"I can't dance!" As soon as I finished speaking, Draco took my arm and walked towards the dance floor, "What are you doing!?" I followed him passively, and the high heels on the soles of my feet made it impossible for me to stand stable.

"Teach you to dance." Draco turned his head and glanced at me with a half-smile, his eyes full of mockery.