[HP]Helen Pan

For a while, the entire hall was silent, and everyone tacitly brewed a strange silence.Moody struggled to breathe through his crippled nose, and his light blue fake eyes rolled several times in their sockets at incredible speed.

"Put him down." Moody's Adam's apple moved, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against the ground.The magically decorated roof of the auditorium today was gloomy, setting off Moody's ugly face with horror.

The ferret in my arms struggled to move, I looked down at him, then pressed his head down and secretly bit my lip and looked at Moody.

"Professor." I tried my best to look calm, "I think as a former Auror, you should be very aware that the Ministry of Magic has issued documents similar to the regulations on the protection of underage wizards." Randomly recite superficial articles about abusing magic to underage wizards.In fact, this decree has probably not been changed in the past hundred years, and no wizard has really taken it seriously.But under the watchful eyes of everyone, Moody absolutely had to admit his defiance of the law.

Moody pursed his lips angrily. He clenched his wand tightly and took another step forward. The wooden prosthetic leg hit the ground with a muffled sound. Standing behind him, Ron and Harry looked extremely gloomy.Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth, then shook her head calmly at me.

The ferret suddenly bit my finger, the sharp pain made my arm tremble, and I almost threw him to the ground.

"What's wrong here?" Professor McGonagall's slightly surprised voice came from behind the crowd.The crowd dispersed a bit, and Professor McGonagall squeezed up from behind wearing the dark green wizard robe.

"Hello." Moody turned his head and nodded at Professor McGonagall as a greeting.

"Miss Pan, what's going on here?" Professor McGonagall frowned, his stern eyes swept across the crowd and finally landed on me.

"Professor, it's Professor Moody who's going to teach Malfoy a lesson," Hermione said loudly from behind the crowd.

Professor McGonagall looked back in surprise, and she raised her voice to Moody and asked, "Professor, is that so?"

Moody tucked his wand back into his coat, then curled his lips reluctantly, "That's right."

"So..." Professor McGonagall looked around, "So where is Malfoy?" Then she quickly looked at the ferret in my arms as if she remembered something, "This, this is Malfoy?"

I stood there stiffly and nodded.Professor McGonagall stared in surprise. She took out her wand from her bosom, and then swung it so quickly that she didn't even have time to pick up the book that fell from her bosom.

Professor McGonagall probably cast the Reduction Curse on Draco, and his image began to blur and rapidly grow larger and heavier.The sudden weight was beyond my expectation, and I fell to the ground holding Draco as soon as my knees gave way.

The current situation is a bit funny, Draco is held in my arms, and I fall to my knees because I can't bear his weight.The students around all tilted their heads and laughed secretly.Harry, Ron, and Hermione had already left, and I glanced awkwardly at Draco's flushed face with embarrassment.

"Let go!" Draco said softly, gritting his teeth.

I sniffed, then silently stepped back and stood aside.Draco was quickly taken away by Moody, and Professor McGonagall suggested that he go to the dean of Slytherin, Professor Snape, to punish Draco.

"Miss Pan, please follow me." Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses, then used his wand to gather up the books scattered on the ground, and turned to leave.Amidst the crowd's pointing and pointing, I lowered my head and silently followed Professor McGonagall's pace.Pansy Parkinson was standing in the crowd squinting at me, talking to some Slytherin girls.

Contrary to expectations, Professor McGonagall did not embarrass me, but simply asked about the situation and put me back.

After returning to the common room, the students who were talking and laughing were silent for a moment.Harry and Ron sat in their usual positions, with their backs to me, almost ignoring me.I scratched my hair, and I also felt that Ron was justified in being angry, after all, I just defended a person who insulted his parents.Hermione turned her head and winked at me, I nodded at her, and then went back to the dormitory with my book in my arms.

As I was going up the stairs I met George and Fred who were going down.

"Helen!" Fred walked ahead, so he saw me first with sharp eyes. He immediately grinned and waved at me, "Good job!"

"Oh! How handsome you dare to provoke the teacher in public!" George reached out and patted me on the shoulder as he walked past me.

Seeing the joyful expressions of the twins, I unconsciously smiled along with the corners of my mouth.Until they disappeared at the corner of the stairs, I was still a little stupidly stunned.

At that moment the upstairs bedroom door was pushed open, and Ginny poked her head out of the room.Her hair was a little messy, and when she saw me, she showed a relieved expression, "Oh! Thank God! Helen, come in quickly!"

"What's the matter?" I looked at her inexplicably, but she didn't answer me, she kept half leaning out of the room while waving at me.

When I got closer, she took my hand and dragged me into the room and slammed the door shut.I was a little baffled at first, but when I entered the room, I realized the reason for Ginny's nervousness.

The half-opened window was flapping against the window frame with the night wind, and a dark brown owl with gray feathers was scurrying about in our house. Pour something.Crookshanks and Anthony stood on the bed screaming angrily while waving their claws trying to grab it off.

"Where did this thing come from?" I asked Ginny over my shoulder, supporting Hermione's stack of books.

"How do I know?" Ginny was squatting on the ground to pick up the little things that had fallen all over the floor, "Merlin! Who told this thing to stop!"

Just when I took out my wand and wanted to cast a petrifying spell on the owl, the little guy stopped suddenly.She stopped on my bed curtain, condescendingly looked down at me like a queen, and kept making cooing sounds in her throat.After spreading her wings slightly and combing her feathers slowly, she stretched out one foot reluctantly, and only then did I notice that there was a small leather bag tied to her foot.

"For me?" I looked at the owl uncertainly, and she squinted at me with disdain.

Slowly untied the cowhide bag, then grabbed a handful of cat food and handed it to the owl. As a result, Her Lady Queen let out a contemptuous grunt, and then spread her wings and passed over my head.Anthony looked at me and mewed twice, then nimbly jumped onto Hermione's bed to play tail licking with Crookshanks.

I took out the contents of the bag one by one, and found that this seemingly small bag can hold a lot of things.I think the bag is probably bewitched.

"What's this?" I held a roll of parchment bound with golden string and a bottle of ink in my hand.I picked up the ink bottle and shook it. The dark blue liquid in it swayed slightly, and slowly fell along the wall of the bottle, shining like gemstones.

Ginny, sitting next to me trying to unpack the box of Multiflavors I'd just pulled out of my pocket, glanced at me and said, "Oh! That's the 'Whisper' parchment. This kind of Some kind of magic has been applied to the paper, and there are two copies. As long as you write on the paper with magic ink, the two pieces of paper will show the same handwriting at the same time." Ginny pursed her lips and opened the box of chocolates, "You want to What is the taste?"

I shook my head, "No, you can eat! I have a toothache."

Who sent it?

I sat down at the desk and slowly unfolded the parchment. Unexpectedly, there were already a few scattered lines of writing on the paper, and it became more and more scribbled, showing the impatience of the person who wrote it.

Did you receive it?

Have not receive yet?

Suzanne's damn owl, didn't it fly somewhere to play?

Hey!Don't play dumb, write quickly.Use that bottle of ink.

……

Looking at the scrawled and messy handwriting, I couldn't help but pursed my lips and laughed, and I could imagine Draco throwing his pen angrily.The owl just now was just as virtuous as him, so arrogant and rude that people wanted to beat him up. Just as I was giggling, a few more words slowly appeared on the paper.

oh!Merlin!I've never seen you so stupid!

The last few strokes seemed extra forceful, and it seemed that Draco was indeed in a bad mood.I curled my lips indifferently, uncorked the ink bottle, dipped some ink with a quill pen, and then slowly wrote: Then you see it now.

Do you have any shame?

Well, do you expect me to throw the pen angrily and tear the parchment off?

I'm writing this in a good mood, suddenly finding Draco funny when he's angry.

Damn, can't you say something nice?

Unfortunately.By the way, how will Professor Snape punish you?

A response quickly appeared on the parchment, and I could imagine his complacent tone from the sentence he wrote.

Do you think Snape would be as boring as that idiot Moody was?

Judging from Draco's light tone, Snape didn't intend to punish him.In fact, the Slytherin head's eccentricity was well known throughout Hogwarts.

By the way, I heard that you were also taken to the office by that old woman?

That's our Dean McGonagall.

I tried to correct Draco's disrespectful title for Professor McGonagall.

Doesn't matter, did she punish you in any way?

Apparently Draco didn't care about that.

Of course not, why did she punish me?

That's really disappointing, I was expecting her to ask you to write a review or something on the grounds of defying the professor!

I couldn't help rolling my eyes, and couldn't help but slander Draco's ungratefulness in my heart.I picked up the quill and scribbled down a sentence: I suggest you read a Muggle fable "The Farmer and the Snake", that story is so reasonable.

I don't have the time. I'm going to sleep. Goodbye.

"Who sent it?" Ginny sat on the edge of the bed, eating chocolate and doing her herbal medicine homework.Anthony and Crookshanks crouched quietly by her arms, their intimacy had made Hermione and I jealous for a long time.

"An ungrateful snake," I answered through gritted teeth, and snapped the lid of the inkwell viciously.Anthony was startled by me, he got up, shook his fur and jumped off the bed deftly.