[HP]Helen Pan

Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the corridor happened to be walking here. I waved at them but they didn't seem to see them, talking and laughing with each other and hurried into the car at hand.With some embarrassment, I withdrew my still-raised arm, then pouted and turned back to the carriage.Draco was still sitting there, his soft blond hair hanging down against his pale cheeks, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

I sat down in my seat and stretched out my hand to push him, "Draco, you don't look energetic, are you awake?"

Draco glanced up at me, then lowered his head and shook his head slowly.I pouted, thinking that Draco must have something unhappy.I got up and patted the cloak on my body, then moved to him and sat down, "Lend me your shoulder." I patted my left shoulder, and then smiled, "When I was unhappy when I was young, my grandfather would let me Sleep on his shoulder, and when you wake up, everything will be fine."

"Crazy!" Draco glanced at me with his head sideways, and then he leaned against the wall of the carriage and closed his eyes to fall asleep silently.

……

At the opening dinner, Professor Dumbledore gave us a big surprise like in the past. This year's College Cup Quidditch match was canceled and replaced by an ancient game - the Triwizard Tournament.It is said that it was a warrior's game, and it was once suspended for hundreds of years because of the high death rate.

Hearing this news, the whole school was almost boiling. Although I don't know the specific content, but judging from the feedback of other students, this should be the most anticipated thing in the whole school year.Fred, George and Ron, almost everyone in the school is eager to try this competition.

"The Triwizard Tournament can bring more than just honor!" Fred said excitedly.

"Winning the game will bring a bonus of one thousand Galleons!" George said immediately.

Just when the whole hall was close to boiling, Professor Dumbledore poured a basin of cold water down.He said only students over the age of 17 were eligible to compete because the competition was too dangerous.The twins almost jumped out of their chairs, knowing they were just a few months away from turning 17, but the 17-year-old dividing line strictly kept them out.The classmates around me were almost excited, and I looked at Ravenclaw's Michael across the table helplessly. He was holding his chin in a daze as if nothing had happened.I think, after all, only Michael is from the same country as me.

Looking back, I caught a glimpse of Draco at the Slytherin table.He was talking to Crabbe impatiently, with a slight frown and a mean look on his face, I think he was talking bad about Dumbledore.Just when I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, he turned his head to look in my direction, and then looked at me coldly with raised brows.I shrank my neck and stuck out my tongue, and then he grinned and smiled.The gray eyes were teasing, lazy but charming.

The dissatisfaction of George and others continued to the common room, and they even wanted to use some age gauges to opportunistically.However, I think this is very good, at least I don't have to worry about George's danger in the game.

By the way, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester - Mad-Eye Moody.

It is said that he is a retired Auror, and he captured most of the prisoners in Azkaban. It can be said that he is an expert in dealing with dark wizards.Lupine, our Defense Against the Dark Lord teacher last semester, finally handed in his resignation to Professor Dumbledore because of his identity as a werewolf.

That's disappointing, considering we always thought he'd be able to end the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's annual spell!

But Harry said that Lupine was now living in Sirius' house like him.The Ministry of Magic held six large and small hearings in the past summer vacation, and finally allowed Sirius to obtain his custody as Harry's godfather.

……

In order to make way for the Triwizard Tournament, this year's Wizard Riding Competition will advance the preliminary round and postpone the main race.In other words, the weekend of the first week of school is the day of the qualifiers.

Although my grandfather mentioned this matter to me a long time ago, when this day came, I was still a little caught off guard.Once again standing on the meadows of Mayrhuode, the dry cold wind blew on my face, which felt a bit like a needle prick.The two players from Beauxbatons in the same group beside them were discussing fiercely about the Triwizard Tournament.They were speaking French, obviously not wanting me to join the conversation.

I don't think it occurred to them that I could understand French, so when they started talking about how bad my hair was, I took Alexander by the hand.The hair slid down my drooping head to my chest. I twirled a handful and found that the ends were split.It may be that the hair quality was damaged when dyeing the red hair black again.

I led Alexander aimlessly around the meadow. The beautiful unicorn seemed to be affected by me. He hung his head, his beautiful white mane was properly attached to his neck, but he looked listless.As we were walking, Alexander stopped suddenly, and he sneezed, which startled me who was still in a daze.

It was only then that I suddenly realized that I had reached the edge of the meadow.

There was a shadow in front of me, and I looked up belatedly.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance were shrouded in white light, and the young wizard in a white fur robe in front of him looked tall and handsome, but also a little cold.

Draco was against the light, and the sunlight reflected pure white on his platinum blonde hair.The skin that is too pale shows a delicate texture similar to ceramics in the thin shadow.He frowned, looking a little impatient.

"Draco?" I was a little surprised.

Draco stroked his hair with one hand, then tilted his head and pouted at me, motioning for me to back away.Then he raised his leg and stepped over the fence of the pasture cleanly and beautifully.

Alexander flicked his tail, took a few steps and ran to the side to nibble on the turf.

The wind was blowing, and the never-ending snow above the head fell down one after another, and then was repelled by the magic barrier and flew up again.

It looks lingering.

Draco and I found a place to sit side by side.

"Are you here to watch the game?"

Equestrian sports have always been sought after by nobles.

I looked sideways at Draco, who tilted his head back in an uncommonly nonchalant manner.I pulled a box of chocolates out of my pocket and motioned him to take one.

He took one into his mouth, and then nodded vaguely, "Father and mother are drinking tea with some friends in the VIP room." As he spoke, he simply lay on his back on the grass with his hands resting on his head, and then raised his head There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "The air outside is better."

"By the way!" Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at me, with a smug look on his expression, "What do you want to do with that hippogriff?"

"Buckbeak?" It surprised me that Draco would bring it up.

"Correct."

"Didn't it be executed?" I widened my eyes in surprise, and my voice unconsciously became louder.

"Yes." He nodded, with a slight smile on his face, "I asked Dad to buy Buckbeak. The group of idiots in the Ministry of Magic dare not make things difficult for Malfoy. You know, no one has the right to execute my family." pet." Draco raised his chin haughtily, his gray eyes sparkling, "That beast isn't dead."

My two brothers reached out and hammered Draco's shoulders, then smiled and replied with squinted eyes, "Draco, I knew you would not miss the appointment."

"Hey!" Draco rubbed his shoulders and glared at me viciously, "You crazy woman!" He gritted his teeth in a bit of embarrassment.

At this moment, the two girls from Beauxbatons who were chatting happily in the distance just unknowingly led their Pegasus closer here. They stood about six or seven distances away from me and Draco. They whispered to each other a few meters away.The deliberately suppressed laughter was slightly harsh.

Draco glanced at them, then he looked sideways at me and frowned and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, where are they chattering and what are they talking about?"

I blinked my eyes and listened carefully for a while, then sat up with my knees crossed, and whispered, "The brown-haired one said your hair is beautiful. The other one with lighter hair said that you are more than just the color of your hair." , you are also very handsome, and your pale skin makes you look a little neurotic and melancholy. Hmm..." I licked my lips in embarrassment, trying to use some more romantic adjectives in the girl's original words. Colloquial, more obvious words are replaced.At the same time, they also omitted the words from their mouths, such as: It is a waste of money for such a beautiful boy to get together with a disgusting crow like me... and so on.

"In short," I straightened up, and spread my hands towards Draco, "They think you are the most handsome, noble, and fascinating male wizard they have ever seen." Then, I bowed my head and clapped my hands , patted the grass clippings off his palm.

After hearing what I said, Draco pursed his lips and thought for a while.He supported his body with one hand and turned his head towards the two girls who were still whispering there, and waved with a smile.The upturned corners of the mouth, the fair face, and the arrogant and elegant temperament in the bones were indeed fascinating, and the two girls fell silent instantly.I think I probably saw those pink bubbles floating in the air.

"Are you sure you haven't missed anything?" he asked again.

"Huh?" I pursed my lips and picked off the dry grass on the cloak.

"For example, to describe someone's hair like a bunch of dead grass curled up on the side of the street, or to look at her dull expression, and so on." Draco shrugged, raised his eyebrows and smiled a little Smug and sarcastic.

"Do you understand?" I widened my eyes.

"I didn't say I didn't understand." Draco said lazily, looking away.

"Then why are you asking me?" I stood up angrily, shook my cloak and whistled towards Alexander who was not far away.

"I like it." Draco's voice was already languid.I supported Alexander's neck with one hand and turned my head to stare at him, then I snorted softly and got on my horse.

"Hey!" Draco stood up and walked to Alexander's side with his long legs.He raised his hand and stroked Alexander's neck elegantly, then lowered his voice slightly and said, "You must not lose to those two guys who are as annoying as the stinging bee tomorrow. I have a headache." He turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the two girls, with deep contempt and disdain in the corners of his eyes.

"I thought you liked them!" I frowned. He was so charming when he smiled at them.My mother said that things like charm should be used for the opposite sex who you like, otherwise resources will be wasted.

"Tch." Draco raised his head and said in his usual contemptuous voice, "By the way, your grandfather and uncle Alec are here too. Don't let us sit in the stands tomorrow Feel ashamed."

"Uncle?" I was a little surprised, and then I couldn't help raising the corners of my mouth when I thought of my grandfather's warm smile, "Yes! I will work hard."