[HP]Helen Pan

After the Hogsmeade incident, Harry seemed more and more happy, and his face was always full of happiness that couldn't be concealed.His Hedwig was rushing in and out every morning these days, delivering messages from Sirius and the Ministry of Magic news about Peter Pettigrew's trial.Hedwig's temper has exploded these days.I think the workload of the past few days must have exceeded the sum of its three years.But this is also a good thing, knowing that Sirius is Harry's godfather, it means that Harry Potter finally has a family, and he may never need to move back to his uncle and aunt's house.

By the way, after that day, I specifically asked Michael why he didn't tell Dumbledore about his prophecy.At that time, he was flipping through the brick-thick "The Wealth of Nations" with his gold-rimmed glasses very bookishly.That look caused the Ravenclaw girls in the library to turn their heads frequently.

"Hey! I think if Professor Dumbledore knows about this, then he will definitely give you more room for development in divination. By the way, where did you get The Wealth of Nations? Hogwarts books Does the library have this book?" I glanced at Michael's book, put the book in my hand on the table, and sat down.The Ravenclaw boys around Michael probably thought I was too noisy, and after indifferently glanced at the two of us, they moved their positions one after another.

"Take it easy." Michael made a silent gesture, then put a bookmark on the bookcase and closed it.He shrugged, and then said softly, "I don't think so. You know? Divination has been a fringe science since the fourteenth century. Many people say that it shouldn't be called magic. Because Divination It is a very unfounded subject, and in this name to suppress fortune-tellers, making most fortune-tellers miserable. And if you have read the book "Glasses to See the Future", you will find that the real fame in history, Fortune-tellers with vision talents beyond the reach of ordinary people, they were either raised by lords and nobles, or they became rich themselves, but they all have one thing in common——died untimely and young.” Michael curled his lips, and then said I unfolded my book and began to examine the algebra problems he had assigned me.

"So, I think you can understand that I don't want to achieve much in divination. In fact, except for the requirements of Professor Trelawney in the divination class and the divination exam, I never touch the damn divination crystal. Ball." He took out red ink and circled a question, "You are wrong about this question." Then he quickly wrote down the correct steps.

"Oh!" I quickly took my homework.

Michael put the quill pen into the ink bottle, then leaned back and stretched his waist, "The formula of arithmetic and divination is more attractive to me. You must know that this was first proposed by ancient Greek philosophers, at least there is some basis for it. And , I find it very interesting to study people's characters and future development from their names."

I handed him the revised answer again, and Michael gave me a tick after carefully reading it again.Then he turned out the mathematics textbook for the second grade of junior high school, and then drew out all the key points and pushed them in front of me.

"Think about it, in the future he will be able to analyze people's personality in a clear and logical way. How cool is that? Hee hee!" Just as I was busy reading, Michael began in a relaxed tone. A beautiful fantasy.

"Oh! Do you know that the library is not allowed to make noise? Get out of here!" Michael's snickering provoked Mrs. Pince from the library.She grabbed both of us by the ears and carried us out.

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Regarding the old case of Sirius Black and Pettigrew, the Ministry of Magic held no less than ten hearings.During this period, the letter sent to me by Barbara the owl was probably ghostwritten by Jock the housekeeper. According to him, Fudge invited my grandfather back after his retirement, and he was almost too busy these days.Because there are two factions within the Ministry of Magic, one faction headed by his grandfather supports Sirius' heart that Black is innocent, you must know that he is a descendant of the ancient Black family.Apart from Narcissa who married into the Malfoy family, he is also the only legal heir of the Black family.A pure-blood nobleman naturally has noble conduct.Therefore, they advocate overturning the verdict.The other faction was led by Umbridge, who believed that the Ministry of Magic was right.Sirius Black has always been crazy, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not do something wrong to a friend and then wrong another friend of his own.

About the eve of the summer vacation, the case had its final ruling.

"Peter Pettigrew was accused of murdering wizards and intentionally murdering Muggles, two counts of murder; at the same time, he was also identified as a Death Eater by the Ministry of Magic, and murder escaped, all four counts were found, and he was sentenced to AZ Life in Caban Prison." Hermione read the Daily Prophet with increasing urgency.Harry sat beside her, unconsciously pursing his lips and squeezing the spoon tighter and tighter.

Harry was closely following the developments in Peter's trial every day.

You know, for him, it is a big matter whether he can be brought to justice for framing his parents.

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic withdrew the charges against Sirius Black and restored his noble status.And the "Daily Prophet", the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, published the front page to clarify the facts for him.

Hedwig flew over, and Harry stood up excitedly from the moment he saw Hedwig's white figure.He broke off a small piece of garlic bread for Hedwig, and dropped the letter from her feet.

"It's from Sirius!" Harry laughed, and he quickly opened the letter and looked at it. "He said...he said he would let me live with him! He has submitted a takeover letter to the Ministry of Magic." My custody application!"

"Oh! That's great! You finally don't have to go back to that nasty Muggle family!" Ron gave Harry a high-five while nibbling on the egg sandwich in his hand.Hermione gave Harry a big smile too.

"I hope you can live with your godfather soon. Your uncle's family always makes people feel so unpleasant." I recalled the scene when I went to Harry's house to find him, and then I really felt for Harry Happy.Barbara also sent me a letter, from my grandfather's pen, telling me how he was doing and the details of Peter's case.Of course, he also mentioned Sirius' application for custody rights, but he was not optimistic that it would require more hearings from the Ministry of Magic.Then there are some short things about the parents, such as the fact that my mother recently added a husky to the London family.She said I would love it.I figured it was all that mattered when Anthony liked the new dog.But the strange thing is that my grandfather never seemed to mention my two uncles to me, my eldest uncle Saki was almost never mentioned, and Uncle Alec, who might have been a Death Eater, was always elusive.

Everything is suspicious.

This summer, my father canceled his plan to go to Italy because he was too busy with work.And I moved from my lost apartment in London to my grandfather's house.On the one hand, Anthony and the new husky, Fendi, are so incompatible, and on the other hand,

It's because the triennial wizard riding competition is about to start again.

I still vividly remember the not-so-glamorous defeat in the first grade, so I decided to practice riding well during this vacation.Cedric also sent me a letter saying that he will compete together, and hope that this time we can enter the final together.Cedric is 17 years old this year, and it's time for sixth grade.According to him, he is always busy with exams and homework, and has no time to practice.But I think it is definitely not a problem to enter the final with his strength.

In the past few days, my grandfather told me about the finals.Riders are said to enter a maze after the same start, where all you can rely on is your mount (no wands are allowed in the race).You may encounter magma, glaciers, undercurrents, and many areas where you cannot fly. You have to wade through. At this time, you have to be careful of monsters and undercurrents under your feet.Of course, this is not the end. Before you pass the end, you will face the deepest fear in your heart. Only by defeating this inner demon can you win the final victory.

Sounds pretty intimidating.

Like a magic maze.

"Miss." Lulu pulsated his legs quickly, and brought me a whole plate of drinks, big and small.

I slid off Alexander's back, took the towel in Lulu's hand and wiped off my sweat, and then chose a glass of mineral water from the fruit juice, cocoa, milk, and coffee.

"I told you that you don't need to bring me any more drinks." I had given up trying to communicate with a paranoid like a house elf.I can only express my thoughts through strict orders, but Lulu seems to know that I don't like him punishing himself, so he always disobeys my will.

The house elf's big eyes became moist quickly, and Lulu's ears drooped, pulling the old pillowcase on him pitifully.Then he quickly ran towards a sycamore tree on the side.

"Bad Lulu! Bad Lulu!" As he said, he slammed his head against the tree trunk. The towering tree shook and dropped leaves, and after a while, the dry bark also peeled off.

"Lulu... that's enough, I order you to stop." I propped my head on my hands and sighed helplessly.

The head of the house elf is harder than a rock, if Lulu hits it again, maybe the hundred-year-old sycamore tree should explain that.

I patted Alexander on the neck to signal him to leave on the spot, and then I went back to my room to take a shower and have some snacks.But when I walked to the door of the room and was about to open the door to go in, I heard some fragmentary sounds coming from inside.

Is Lulu planning a room?

But hasn't it been cleaned in the morning?

I pushed open the door suspiciously, and saw a guy with pale blond hair sitting leisurely on my upholstered rattan chair, with his long legs disheveled on the edge of the desk, looking leisurely playing with my Gameboy .

"Draco, what are you doing here?" I couldn't believe it.

He seemed to be frightened by me, he stood up from the rattan chair in a hurry, then put the game console in his hand on the desk, and coughed a few times in embarrassment.

Inexplicably, I walked to his side, picked up the game console, and found that if I hadn't disturbed Draco, he would have cleared the level.

"You...why did you come back so late?" Draco's cheeks were a little pink, probably because of embarrassment.

"I'm riding." I looked at him, deciding that he would look better with blood on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you." Draco said, then glanced at me and reproached, "I've been waiting for three hours! No one has ever made me wait so long!"

"How did I know you would be in my room?" I asked back of course, and then found the key to the problem, "Wait! Why are you in my room?! How did you get in?!"

During this afternoon, Lu Lu did not come to report that there was a visitor.

"Portkey." Draco replied logically, "Remember? You gave it to me." His eyes were half-downcast, and he shrugged gracefully.

"Oh! Then you can leave if you want to return the key." I nodded, then picked up the comb on the dressing table and combed my hair.

"Of course not. In fact, I'm here to invite you to watch the Quidditch World Cup." Draco's tone seemed a little condescending.His slender fingers ran across the edge of the desk, and then tapped on it, "Minister Fudge invited the Malfoys, and I think he will invite the Pans too, so I think we can go together."

"The Quidditch World Cup?" I looked back at Draco's sideways face, and laughed, "I'm sorry, but I'm actually not interested in that at all, and I don't want to waste time." Mouth shrugged, then took out a clean set of T-shirt and jeans from the cabinet.My grandfather also mentioned this to me a few days ago, but I refused without hesitation and offered to transfer my tickets to Michael.You know, I have no passion for the game of Quidditch.

"You, say it again." Draco was behind me, his tone not very friendly.

I turned around and looked at him suspiciously, his face seemed to have contained anger.

"I said I don't intend to go to the game, is there a problem...?"

Unfortunately, before I could finish my words, Draco had already disappeared in front of me with a loud bang.

"Weird!" I stared blankly at the place where Draco was standing just now, raised my hand to scratch my hair, and then remembered that he hadn't returned my key yet...